Ji Han

For the past two days, the hottest topic in Mingyue Residential Quarter has been the fact that the younger daughter of the Ji family, who had been wheelchair-bound for years, suddenly regained the use of her legs. Some people witnessed Ji Han walking through the neighborhood with her family, and if you asked how her legs were healed, they would mysteriously tell you it was thanks to an incredibly precious medicine called Water of Life. Ordinary people haven't even heard of it, let alone seen it. You ask where to buy it? Ha, can you afford something worth 30 billion? Even if you sold your entire family, you couldn't afford a single drop.

This treasure was brought back by the Chen boy, who grew up right here in the neighborhood. Word is that the boy is highly gifted and has already signed a contract with the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, currently training at that so-called Elite Training Camp. What? You don't know what the Elite Training Camp is? Everyone who comes out of there is a God of War! Do you know what a God of War is? That's the level of the head of our Extreme Martial Arts Hall Jiangnan General Hall. They are massive figures known throughout the entire base city.

Chen Daolin became a household name in Mingyue Residential Quarter overnight. Although he was already well-known in the neighborhood before, it still wasn't as shocking as the Water of Life he brought back this time.

Everyone knows the Ji family has hit the jackpot. Not only was their daughter selected by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall for the Elite Training Camp, but Chen Daolin, who is very close to their family, has also become a major figure in the Extreme Martial Arts Hall and a future core executive. Many people are envious of the Ji family's good fortune. Some families, hearing that Chen Daolin is still single, have started to scheme. As a result, Chen Daolin has noticed a significant increase in visitors to the Ji family home lately, and every time he goes over and sees the way they look at him, he feels incredibly uncomfortable.

Chen Daolin was chatting in a group chat like an ordinary college student, but if an outsider saw the name of that group, they would be shocked to the point of questioning reality. For instance, the "Teachers"—a large group of God of War level fighters from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, including Situ Bolei and Jiang Fang, are all in it. "Colleagues"—most of the high-level executives of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall Jiangnan General Hall are there, including Yangzhou City Hall chief instructor Wu Tong and Yi'an District instructor Jiang Nian. "Classmates"—this part is even more exaggerated, with people from all over the world, from the five major powers down to the many families of the HR Alliance, as well as the geniuses sent to the Elite Training Camp by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall and the Thunder Martial Arts Hall... and some obscure people, who knows who they are. Regardless, the connections and paths that ordinary people in the secular world struggle and scheme for are not even worth mentioning to him; he can't be bothered to pay them any mind. Of course, Chen Daolin is most familiar with his friends in the Jiangnan Pavilion, such as Shi Jiang, Zhao Ruo, and other geniuses from Huaxia like Chu Qiang.

Sometimes, when he has time, he chats or sends a message to keep in touch, but most martial artists are busy with cultivation, and the big shots don't have much time either, so the group is usually very quiet. Chen Daolin has only been checking it occasionally since returning home and having more free time; he doesn't really care for such things.

"Brother Daolin, it's about time, let's go." Ji Han's crisp voice rang out from outside the door. Chen Daolin walked out and saw Ji Xuan and Ji Han standing there, and he was slightly stunned. Ji Xuan was rarely dressed in a skirt today; her top was a simple, stylish purple short-sleeve with lace trim, paired with a light yellow long skirt that perfectly outlined her tall, graceful figure, making her look beautiful and moving. Ji Han's long hair had also been carefully styled, adorned with small white cat-shaped clips on both sides. Her one-piece white dress made her look like a delicate and fragrant lily, and her well-proportioned, slender calves were wrapped in warm stockings, exposed to the air. The two sisters stood together, looking like two beautiful flowers competing in splendor.

Compared to them, Chen Daolin was much more casual, wearing a white long-sleeved winter coat and black trousers, consistent with his usual style. After experiencing the trials of the training camp, his unremarkable, plain face had gained a bit more definition, and he unconsciously carried a composed temperament that made it easy for people to overlook the fact that he was only nineteen years old.

Many people at this age are in college enjoying life and their youth, but in this era, the culture of martial arts is prevalent. Young students are either studying hard for their future careers and lives or training diligently in martial arts halls. Unless one is extremely wealthy or has given up on themselves, few people would dare to abandon their training.

Chen Daolin said goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Ji and left the neighborhood with the well-dressed Ji sisters.

Accompanying the sisters as they strolled and played around Yangzhou City, the tension that had been coiled in Chen Daolin's mind at the training camp finally relaxed. He truly enjoyed this kind of ordinary, warm life.

Chen Daolin, walking through the streets with a pair of beautiful sisters, was met with looks of envy, jealousy, and hatred from countless people who pegged him as a scumbag.

Ji Han held Chen Daolin's arm on the left and her sister Ji Xuan's arm on the right. The three of them seemed to have returned to their carefree childhood years, the smiles on their faces bright and beautiful.

Ji Han sighed, "If only we could be like this forever."

Chen Daolin: "..."

Ji Xuan: "..."

Seeing Ji Xuan's gaze shift toward him, Chen Daolin laughed dryly, "Kids say the darndest things. Kids say the darndest things."

"Sister, Brother Daolin, let's go to the amusement park!" Ji Han's eyes lit up as she suddenly said excitedly.

Chen Daolin knew that Ji Han had always had a wish to go to an amusement park since she was a child, so he naturally wouldn't refuse. As for Ji Xuan, it went without saying; she doted on her younger sister as if she were her own daughter.

And so, the three of them went to the Yangzhou City amusement park and had a wonderful day, creating many beautiful memories before heading back near dusk.

The streetlights in the city had already flickered to life. With heavy traffic and dense crowds, the highly populated Yangzhou City was, as always, teeming with people. As the three of them were walking along the side of the road, Chen Daolin and Ji Xuan's expressions changed simultaneously. Their figures flickered, and a moment later, a cry of "Ouch!" rang out as a figure flew out and collapsed on the side of the road a few meters away.

The surrounding pedestrians immediately looked over, gathering around and whispering among themselves.

"You... you actually dared to hit me..." The long-haired youth lying on the ground, who had a ruffian-like air, shouted loudly. He struggled to get up but couldn't seem to manage it for a moment.

Chen Daolin walked over with a cold face. "Where were you trying to touch just now?"

Touching Ji Xuan would be one thing—you definitely wouldn't have succeeded anyway—but touching Ji Han was out of the question. She was his sister.

"You... what do you want?" The youth felt an inexplicable chill when he saw Chen Daolin's expression, as if he were being stared at by some prehistoric beast. He stammered, "I... I'm warning you, don't do anything reckless. There are so many people here."

"Screw you!" Chen Daolin couldn't be bothered to argue and kicked the youth, sending him flying again.

Having experienced numerous killings in the wilderness, the murderous intent in Chen Daolin's bones was indeed heavy. In fact, most martial artists are decisive and bloodthirsty; fighting in the Wilderness Area requires a sufficient amount of ferocity.

It was no wonder that an ordinary person would be scared to the point of weak knees when faced with Chen Daolin's killing intent.

Two police officers noticed the situation and walked over. Chen Daolin showed his martial artist ID and briefly explained the situation. The two officers took a sharp breath, and their expressions toward the ruffian youth turned strange. You dared to touch a martial artist's sister's backside? Why didn't you get beaten to death?

The ruffian youth would have to spend at least a few months in bed from his injuries, but he didn't dare to make a sound.

After the farce, Chen Daolin and the two sisters returned to the Ji residence. After finishing dinner with Mr. and Mrs. Ji, he returned to his own villa next door, changed into his training gear, and went to the training hall to begin his daily, unwavering practice.