Ji Han

For the past two days, the hottest topic in Mingyue Residential Quarter had been how the youngest daughter of the Ji family, who lived there, had suddenly grown back the legs she'd been without for years. Some people had seen Ji Han, who had once been confined to a wheelchair, walking through the neighborhood with her family. Ask how her legs had grown back, and they'd tell you in a mysterious tone that it was thanks to an incredibly precious medicine called Water of Life. Ordinary people had never even heard of it, let alone seen it. Ask where you could buy some? Ha! It cost thirty billion. Could you afford it? You could sell your whole family and still not buy a drop.

The treasure had been brought back by Chen Daolin, the Chen family boy the Ji family had watched grow up. They said he was exceptionally talented and had already signed a contract with the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. He was currently studying at that so-called Elite Training Camp. What? You didn't know what the Elite Training Camp was? Everyone who came out of there was a God of War! You knew what a God of War was, right? They were on the same level as the president of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall's Jiangnan General Hall—the kind of big shot whose name rang throughout the entire Base City.

Overnight, Chen Daolin became a household name in Mingyue Residential Quarter. He'd already been well known there, but nothing he'd done before had been as shocking as bringing back the Water of Life.

Everyone knew the Ji family had struck it rich. Not only had one of their daughters been selected by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall and sent to the Elite Training Camp for cultivation, but Chen Daolin, who was extremely close to the family, had also become a major figure in the Extreme Martial Arts Hall—a future member of its core leadership. Many people envied the Ji family's good fortune. Some families heard that Chen Daolin was still single and began plotting. As a result, Chen Daolin noticed that many more people had been visiting the Ji family lately. Whenever he went over and saw the way they looked at him, he felt thoroughly uncomfortable.

Chen Daolin was chatting in a group, just like an ordinary university student. But if outsiders saw the names of the groups he was in, they'd be stunned out of their minds. The "Teachers" group included a whole crowd of Gods of War from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, people like Situ Bolei and Jiang Fang. The "Colleagues" group included most of the senior leaders at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall's Jiangnan General Hall, as well as Wu Tong, chief instructor at the Yangzhou City Hall, and Jiang Nian, an instructor at the Yi'an District martial arts hall. The "Classmates" group was even more outrageous: there were geniuses from all over the world, from the five great powers to the many families of the HR Alliance, as well as talents sent to the Elite Training Camp by the Extreme Martial Arts Hall and the Thunder Martial Arts Hall... There were also some people of no particular standing—who knew what they were about? Anyway, the connections and opportunities ordinary people would scheme and struggle to get were nothing special to him. He couldn't be bothered with them. Of course, the people he knew best were his friends from Jiangnan Pavilion: Shi Jiang, Zhao Ruo, and other geniuses from Huaxia, like Chu Qiang.

When he had time, he'd occasionally chat, send a message, and keep in touch. But most martial artists were busy cultivating, and the big shots had little free time, so the groups were usually quiet. Chen Daolin had only started checking them now and then because he had more free time since returning home. He wasn't very fond of that sort of thing.

"Brother Daolin, we're about ready. Let's go." Ji Han's clear voice rang out from beyond the door. Chen Daolin stepped outside and saw Ji Xuan and Ji Han waiting for him. He paused in surprise. Ji Xuan was unusually wearing a skirt today: a simple, fashionable purple short-sleeved top trimmed with lace and a pale yellow skirt that showed off her tall, graceful figure, making her look beautiful and charming. Ji Han's long hair had also been carefully styled, with little white cat-shaped clips on either side. Her white one-piece dress made her look like an elegant, fragrant lily, and a pair of shapely, slender calves peeked out from beneath warm tights. Standing together, the sisters looked like two beautiful flowers competing to outshine each other.

Compared to them, Chen Daolin was dressed casually: a white long-sleeved winter shirt and black pants, just as usual. After weathering the trials of the Training Camp, his otherwise unremarkable face had gained a few sharper angles, and he carried himself with a calmness that made it easy to forget he was only nineteen.

At that age, many people were at university, enjoying life and their youth. But in this era, martial arts were all the rage. Young students either studied hard to secure their future work and livelihood or trained diligently at a martial arts hall. Unless they were extremely rich or had given up on themselves, few people dared to neglect their training.

Chen Daolin said goodbye to Ji Father and Ji Mother, then left the neighborhood with the well-dressed Ji sisters.

As he strolled around Yangzhou City with the sisters, Chen Daolin's mind, kept taut for so long at the Training Camp, finally relaxed. He enjoyed this ordinary yet warm way of life.

Walking around with two beautiful sisters at his side, Chen Daolin drew countless envious, jealous, and resentful looks from people who thought he was a scumbag.

Ji Han linked her left arm through Chen Daolin's and her right arm through Ji Xuan's. The three of them seemed to have returned to their carefree childhood, their smiles radiant.

Ji Han sighed. "I wish we could stay like this forever."

Chen Daolin: "..."

Ji Xuan: "..."

Seeing Ji Xuan glance at him, Chen Daolin forced a dry laugh. "Kids say the darndest things. Kids say the darndest things."

"Big Sis, Brother Daolin, let's go to the amusement park!" Ji Han's eyes lit up, and she suddenly exclaimed.

Chen Daolin knew that Ji Han had wanted to visit an amusement park ever since she was little, so he naturally agreed. Ji Xuan didn't need convincing either; she doted on her younger sister as if she were her own daughter.

So the three of them went to the amusement park in Yangzhou City and spent the day having a wonderful time, making many happy memories. They didn't head back until nearly dusk.

The streetlights along the city roads had already come on. Traffic streamed past, and crowds filled the streets. The densely populated Yangzhou City was busy with people most of the time. Ji Xuan and the others were walking along the roadside when Chen Daolin and Ji Xuan suddenly changed expressions at the same time. Their figures flashed, followed by a cry of pain as someone flew through the air and landed by the roadside several meters away.

The pedestrians nearby immediately turned to look, gathering around and murmuring among themselves.

"You—you actually dared to hit me..." The long-haired young man on the ground, who had a rather thuggish air about him, shouted angrily. He struggled to get up, but for a moment he couldn't manage it.

Chen Daolin's expression was cold as he walked over. "Where were you trying to put your hand?"

Touching Ji Xuan would have been bad enough, but he'd never have gotten the chance anyway. Touching Ji Han was different. She was my little sister.

"Y-you... What are you going to do?" The young man felt an inexplicable chill when he saw Chen Daolin's expression, as if he were being watched by some primordial beast. He stammered, "I-I'm warning you, don't do anything stupid. There are so many people here."

"Go to hell!" Chen Daolin couldn't be bothered to argue. He kicked the young man, sending him flying.

After all the killing he'd done in the wild, Chen Daolin's bloodlust had indeed become intense. In fact, most martial artists were decisive and fiercely aggressive. Surviving battles in the Wilderness Area took plenty of grit.

An ordinary person would have been terrified by Chen Daolin's murderous aura.

Two police officers saw what was happening and came over. Chen Daolin showed them his martial artist ID and explained the situation. The officers sucked in a breath, their expressions turning strange as they looked at the young thug. How stupid could the kid be, groping a martial artist's sister? He was lucky he hadn't been beaten to death.

The thug would be bedridden for at least a few months, but he didn't dare make a peep.

After the little incident, Chen Daolin returned to the Ji family with the sisters. He joined Ji Father and Ji Mother for dinner, then went back to his own villa next door, changed into his training clothes, and headed to the training hall to begin his daily, unbroken routine.