Genetic Origin Energy

Just as Luo Hongguo and several of his coworkers were getting ready to keep carrying things, a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears, dressed in a suit, suddenly walked out of the furniture store.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Several movers greeted him one after another.

"We don't need to move this truckload today. Something came up at the customer's home, so they canceled this batch at the last minute. You guys, take these few items back into the store first."

The boss had probably failed to collect payment and was in a bad mood, judging by how harshly he spoke to the workers.

After giving his instructions, he turned and went back inside to enjoy the air conditioning.

The movers were paid by the job, but they only earned commission on furniture that was actually sold.

When a customer canceled at the last minute like this, they'd worked for nothing—not a single cent.

Seeing that they no longer had to move the truckload, the men could only helplessly carry the few items they had just loaded back off the truck.

"Damn it, not a cent in commission, and the boss still gives us that sour face. What a piece of work."

"Hey, Lao Tian, give it a rest. The boss is probably in a bad mood because the deal fell through. If we're going to keep working for him, we'll have to put up with a few losses. There's nothing we can do. That's how it is for workers."

"Good thing most of the furniture was still inside the store. Otherwise, this would've really screwed us over."

Luo Feng watched from the side, unable to do anything about the situation.

All he could do was silently think to himself, I need to become a Martial Artist soon and make more money, so Dad won't have to suffer like this anymore.

Physical labor was exhausting enough, but when you ran into a boss who didn't care about his employees, it wore you down even more.

Seeing his father drenched in sweat, Luo Feng wanted him to go home soon, so he stepped forward to lend a hand.

As he helped move the furniture, Luo Feng realized that the goods weighed over a thousand pounds, yet he could now lift them with ease.

How much stronger did I get after awakening as a Spiritual Telekinetic?

Once I get home and cultivate Genetic Origin Energy, I'll probably reach at least the Intermediate Warrior level if I succeed.

Now that I've awakened my Spiritual Telekinesis, making money will be easy.

After helping his father finish moving the furniture, Luo Hongguo cheerfully said goodbye to his coworkers and the boss, then headed home.

On the way, Luo Feng shared the good news with his mother and younger brother.

Ten minutes earlier.

In the center of Yi'an District, inside a sixty-six-story commercial office building.

Zhang Zelong was going through a stack of contracts in front of him.

"What's going on today? My right eyelid keeps twitching."

Zhang Zelong rubbed his eyes.

"Ring, ring, ring~~"

Just then, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

Zhang Zelong glanced at the screen. It was Liu Yingcai, the deputy director of the Yi'an District Police Station.

A few seconds later, Zhang Zelong answered.

"Brother Liu, what made you think of calling me today?"

There was no response from the other end for a long moment.

Zhang Zelong suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Brother Zhang, I have some bad news to tell you."

The voice on the other end was heavy with sorrow.

"Go ahead."

"Your son, Zhang Haobai, was just in a traffic accident. He drove into a flower bed at the side of the road and died."

Hearing this, Zhang Zelong felt as if he'd been struck by lightning.

He had painstakingly raised his son to the age of eighteen and carefully trained him until he became an Advanced Martial Arts Student. His son had just gotten into a top-tier university after taking the college entrance exam—and now he was dead?

Zhang Zelong couldn't accept it, no matter what.

"That's impossible. My son was an Advanced Martial Arts Student. How could he die in a car accident?"

"We did a preliminary examination. Haobai was driving under the influence, and there were many eyewitnesses at the scene. They all said he suddenly drove onto the sidewalk by himself, causing the accident. We've ruled out other possibilities."

Liu Yingcai explained.

Zhang Zelong was at a loss for words. He knew a little about what his son was like. Even at such a young age, he often went drinking at bars.

But Zhang Zelong was busy with work at his company and had no time to keep an eye on him.

Earlier, he'd called his son and asked him to go home to watch over the newly purchased furniture. He'd heard a woman's voice on the other end of the call, so Zhang Haobai had probably spent the night at a bar.

"By the way, something else about the scene was a little strange. I need to tell you about it."

Liu Yingcai spoke up again.

"Go ahead."

"According to the eyewitnesses, Zhang Haobai seemed to have hit someone with his car. That person was covered in blood, but afterward, he just walked away without a scratch."

Liu Yingcai hurriedly added.

Zhang Zelong also sensed that something was wrong.

A normal person who had been hit hard enough to be covered in blood couldn't possibly walk away on his own.

And even if the driver responsible had died, the victim's family would still demand compensation.

"What was that person's name?"

Zhang Zelong asked at once.

"He was also a high school graduate, and a classmate of Zhang Haobai's. His name was Luo Feng."

"Luo Feng..."

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Zelong pieced together what must have happened.

He'd heard the name Luo Feng when his son had complained about him over dinner at home some time ago.

His son had said Luo Feng was a poor kid from a slum who relied on his strength to pick on him.

Zhang Zelong could tell his son had a deep grudge against Luo Feng.

Based on his son's personality, Zhang Zelong quickly came to a conclusion.

His son had probably had a few drinks and happened to run into Luo Feng by the roadside. He'd tried to get revenge on Luo Feng, only to get himself killed.

But Luo Feng was fine.

He naturally had no way of knowing that his son hadn't actually died in a car accident, but had been killed by Spiritual Telekinesis. After all, Spiritual Telekinesis was so rare that the thought would never occur to him.

Could Luo Feng have something to do with my son's death?

No matter what, my son died because of him. Luo Feng has to die too, as payment for my son's life.

Thinking this, Zhang Zelong spoke up.

"Brother Liu, I suspect Luo Feng has a lot to do with my son's death. Please help me arrest him and question him thoroughly. I'll make it worth your while."

When he said "question him thoroughly," Zhang Zelong deliberately emphasized the words.

"Brother Zhang, you're being too formal. It's our duty."

Liu Yingcai hurriedly agreed with a chuckle.

Liu Yingcai knew the Zhang family's background very well.

The Zhang brothers—Dragon and Tiger—were well-known in Yi'an District.

One was a businessman, and the other was a Martial Artist.

The elder brother owned a large company, while the younger brother was an exceptionally powerful Martial Artist.

A family like theirs naturally had a complicated network of connections.

At noon, Luo Feng's family was enjoying a happy meal together.

"Xiao Feng, your Martial Artist Combat Assessment is next month. I heard there's a high rate of injury, and some people even die. You have to be careful."

His mother, Gong Xinlan, warned him with concern.

"Come on, we're having a nice meal. Don't say things like that. Nothing's going to happen to Xiao Feng."

His father, Luo Hongguo, immediately objected.

"Yeah, Mom and Dad, you might not know this, but when my brother was an Advanced Martial Arts Student at the martial arts school, he could take on three people at once. He was great in a fight. If he can't pass, then no one else will. You don't need to worry."

His parents didn't know about the sparring at the martial arts school, but Luo Hua, who shared a room with Luo Feng, naturally knew.

Just as Luo Feng was about to reassure his parents, too—

Suddenly, a rush of footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a series of loud, violent knocks.

"Anyone home? We're from the Yi'an District Police Station. We're investigating a traffic accident that happened this morning. Luo Feng, please come with us."

Luo Feng frowned.

The soundproofing at home was terrible. Everyone inside had heard the people outside clearly.

"Hmm? Xiao Feng, what's going on?"

The whole family was surprised.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry. It's nothing."

Based on the people outside and what he remembered from the original story, Luo Feng quickly realized they were probably people sent by the Zhang family.

Luo Feng picked up his phone and calmly made a call.

He'd passed the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment, but the information wouldn't arrive for a few more days.

He couldn't enjoy the privileges of a Quasi-Martial Artist yet.

If the police wanted to arrest him, he could only cooperate.

But Luo Feng didn't want to go with them. He knew nothing good would come of it, so he had no choice but to ask for help.

The call connected quickly.

"Luo Feng, do you already have a problem with your cultivation? Is it something to do with cultivating Genetic Origin Energy?"

Jiang Nian, the martial arts school's instructor in Yi'an District, spoke from the other end.

"Instructor, it's not a cultivation problem. Here's what happened..."

Luo Feng explained what had happened that morning.

He also told Jiang Nian what he suspected.

Of course, Luo Feng didn't mention that he'd killed Zhang Haobai with Spiritual Telekinesis.

He had to keep some cards up his sleeve at all times.

Luo Feng only said that Zhang Haobai had tried to run him over, but he'd dodged, and Zhang Haobai had crashed into a flower bed and died.

If Luo Feng had been an ordinary Quasi-Martial Artist, Jiang Nian might not have gotten involved in something like this.

But Luo Feng was only eighteen, and some of his talent had already shown. He was a promising young talent.

Jiang Nian was naturally willing to help with a small favor like this.

Besides, Luo Feng had already passed the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment. He wasn't under the jurisdiction of an ordinary police station anyway.

After a few words with Jiang Nian, the knocking outside grew louder and louder.

"Open the door! If you don't, we're going to break it down!"

An impatient shout came from outside.

Just as the police outside were losing patience and preparing to break down the door—

"Creak!"

The door opened, and Luo Feng looked coldly at the several police officers standing outside.

"You're the hit-and-run driver, Luo Feng? Come with us."

The bald officer at the front was clearly the leader. He spoke without the slightest courtesy.

Luo Feng was so angry that he laughed.

He'd been walking normally on the sidewalk, and they were calling him a hit-and-run driver?

"Sorry, I just passed the Quasi-Martial Artist Assessment today. You..."

Luo Feng glanced disdainfully at the men in front of him.

"You're not qualified to arrest me."

The bald officer had immediately slapped him with the charge of hit-and-run, so Luo Feng didn't bother to show him any respect.

If someone treated him with respect, he'd return it in kind.

A Quasi-Martial Artist wasn't a Martial Artist yet, but they still had certain privileges. Ordinary police departments had no authority over them; only the Jiangnan Security Bureau could arrest them.

Luo Feng wasn't afraid of this group at all.

"Quasi-Martial Artist?"

The officers who had been about to flare up froze when they heard the young man's claim, unsure whether they should believe him.

"Chief, this..."

Several officers looked at the bald officer in charge.

But before they had time to hesitate, the bald officer's phone rang.

He glanced at the number. It was Director Wang from the police station, a higher-ranking official than Deputy Director Liu, who had sent them to arrest someone.

The bald officer hurriedly answered.

After getting a thorough tongue-lashing from the person on the other end, he finally hung up.

When he looked at Luo Feng again, the bald officer's expression changed completely. He put on a fawning smile.

"Sorry, Student Luo Feng. We got it wrong earlier. We apologize for the trouble. We'll leave now."

"Hold it."

Luo Feng's expression darkened. He wasn't going to let the people who'd tried to target him off so easily. He wasn't the forgiving type.

Luo Feng quickly memorized the names and badge numbers on the officers' uniforms.

The officers stood there awkwardly.

"Tell me. Who sent you to arrest me?"

Their faces immediately showed their discomfort.

They couldn't let anything slip. If they did, they'd lose their jobs.

Seeing this, Luo Feng knew he probably wouldn't get anything out of them, so he let it go.

"You can leave."

The police officers immediately scurried away, as if they'd been granted a pardon.

Only then did Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua, standing behind Luo Feng, breathe a sigh of relief.

To ordinary people, the police were intimidating, and no one dared stand up to them.

Who would've thought Luo Feng would face them with such an air of authority?

One phone call was all it took to send them on their way.

For the first time, the family experienced the power and convenience that came with being a Martial Artist.

Night was black as ink. The moon was hidden behind thick clouds, and though the city center blazed with lights, not a glimmer reached the low-rent housing outside.

In the tiny, ten-square-meter room, Luo Feng waited until his younger brother had fallen asleep before slowly sitting up.

"Should I cultivate Earth Magic first, or Genetic Origin Energy?"

Luo Feng was eager to learn both.

Learning Magic would not only let him cast spells; more importantly, it would strengthen his Spiritual Telekinesis.

With his talent, cultivating Magic should be easy.

In the original story, he hadn't cultivated Spiritual Telekinesis at all in the early stages, nor had he learned any techniques for doing so. He'd only increased his body's strength, passively absorbing the energy in the Dark Golden Sphere in his mind and thereby strengthening his Spiritual Telekinesis.

But all that Spiritual Telekinesis came from his innate talent; it had been stored up long ago.

It was like money that had been in a bank account since birth.

Once he absorbed all the energy in the Dark Golden Sphere, that reserve would be gone.

Cultivating Magic, however, would let him continuously generate and strengthen his Spiritual Telekinesis.

It was like continuing to deposit money into the account.

Those were completely different things.

Cultivating Genetic Origin Energy, on the other hand, could rapidly improve his physical fitness. The increase would be especially great the first time.

"Forget it. I'll cultivate Genetic Origin Energy first. My Spiritual Telekinesis has already awakened, so I'm not lacking in ranged attacks. For now, I should focus on improving my strength as quickly as possible. I can learn Magic later."

With that, Luo Feng began recalling the Genetic Energy Cultivation Method he'd read earlier at the Limit Hall.