Genetic Energy

Just as Luo Hongguo and several coworkers were preparing to continue moving the items, a pot-bellied, middle-aged man in a suit suddenly walked out of the furniture store.

"Boss!"

"Boss!"

Several movers greeted him one after another.

"You don't need to move this truckload today. The client had an emergency and canceled the order at the last minute. You lot, move these pieces back into the store first."

The boss was likely in a bad mood because he hadn't received payment, and his tone toward the workers was extremely harsh.

After giving his orders, he turned around and headed back into the store to enjoy the air conditioning.

The movers were paid by the piece, but they only earned a commission if the furniture was actually sold.

In a situation like this, where the client suddenly canceled, they were essentially working for free—not a single cent to show for it.

Seeing that the truck didn't need to be loaded after all, the men felt helpless, but they had no choice but to move the few items they had just loaded back off the truck.

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

"Hey, Lao Tian, stop talking. The boss is probably just upset the deal fell through. If you want to work for him long-term, you have to take a few hits. That's just how it is when you're an employee."

"It's a good thing most of the furniture was still in the store and hadn't been moved out yet, otherwise this would have been a real disaster."

Luo Feng stood to the side, watching the situation, feeling powerless to help.

He could only think silently to himself that he needed to become a Martial Artist sooner and earn more money so his father would never have to suffer like this again.

Doing manual labor wasn't just physically exhausting; when you encountered a boss who didn't care about his employees, it was mentally draining as well.

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

In the process of moving the cargo, Luo Feng discovered that these thousand-pound loads were now effortless for him to lift.

My Spiritual Telekinetic awakening—just how much has my strength increased?

Once I go back and cultivate Genetic Energy, if I succeed, I'll probably reach at least the level of an Intermediate Warrior. Once I awaken my Spiritual Telekinesis, making money will be much faster.

After helping his father finish moving the goods, a happy Luo Hongguo said his goodbyes to his coworkers and the boss before heading home.

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

Time shifts back to ten minutes earlier.

In the center of Yi'an District, inside a 66-story commercial office building.

Zhang Zelong was busy processing a stack of contracts on his desk.

"What's going on today? My right eyelid hasn't stopped twitching."

Zhang Zelong rubbed his eyes.

"Ding ding ding~~"

Just then, the phone on his desk suddenly rang.

Zhang Zelong took a look; it was Liu Yingcai, the deputy chief of the Yi'an District Police Station.

After a few seconds, Zhang Zelong finally answered the phone.

"Little Liu, what made you think to call me today?"

On the other end of the line, there was silence for a long time.

Zhang Zelong instantly felt a sense of foreboding.

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

The voice on the other end was heavy.

"Speak."

"Your son, Zhang Haobai, just got into a traffic accident on the side of the road. He crashed his car into a flower bed and died."

Hearing this news, Zhang Zelong felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.

He had raised his son with such difficulty to the age of 18, spent so much effort training him into a high-level student at the martial arts gym, and he had just been accepted into a top-tier university—and now he was just dead like that?

Zhang Zelong couldn't accept it no matter what.

"Impossible! My son is a high-level student at the martial arts gym; how could he just die from a car accident?"

"We did a preliminary check. That boy Haobai was driving under the influence, and numerous witnesses at the scene claimed he suddenly drove onto the sidewalk himself, which caused the accident. We've ruled out other possibilities."

Liu Yingcai said.

Zhang Zelong was speechless. He knew a thing or two about his son's character; he was young and often went out to bars to mess around.

But his own work at the company was too busy, and he never had the time to discipline him.

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

"Oh, right, there is one more thing at the scene that is a bit suspicious. I need to tell you about it."

Liu Yingcai suddenly spoke again.

"Speak."

"According to witnesses, Zhang Haobai seemed to have hit someone with his car at the time. That person was covered in blood from the impact, yet he walked away completely unscathed afterward."

Liu Yingcai said hurriedly.

Zhang Zelong also sensed that something was unusual.

A normal person, if hit until covered in blood, would be completely unable to walk on their own.

Furthermore, if someone is hit by a car, even if the driver dies, one would usually demand compensation from the driver's family.

"What is that person's name?"

Zhang Zelong asked immediately.

"He is also a high school graduate and a classmate of Zhang Haobai, named Luo Feng."

"Luo Feng..."

After pondering for a few seconds, Zhang Zelong deduced the sequence of events.

He had heard his son complain about the name Luo Feng while eating at home some time ago.

He said that this Luo Feng was a poor kid from the slums who relied on his strength to frequently cause him trouble.

Zhang Zelong could sense that his son held a great deal of resentment toward Luo Feng.

Based on his son's personality, Zhang Zelong quickly made an inference.

His son had likely been drinking, accidentally ran into Luo Feng on the road, tried to take revenge on him, and ended up getting himself killed in the collision.

Yet, this Luo Feng was fine.

Naturally, he would not think that his son actually died not from a car accident, but was killed by Spiritual Telekinesis; after all, Spiritual Telekinesis was too rare for him to even consider.

"Could my son's death be related to this Luo Feng?

Regardless, my son died because of him. This Luo Feng must also die, even if it's just to be buried with my son."

Zhang Zelong thought to himself, then spoke up.

"Brother Liu, I suspect that Luo Feng has a lot to do with my son's death. Please help me catch him and interrogate him thoroughly; there will be plenty of benefits for you in the future."

When saying the word "interrogate," Zhang Zelong deliberately raised his tone.

"Oh, Brother Zhang, you're being too formal. This is our duty."

Liu Yingcai quickly agreed with a smile.

Liu Yingcai knew the background of the Zhang family clearly.

The Zhang brothers, one dragon and one tiger, were very famous in the Yi'an District.

One was in business, the other was a Martial Artist.

With such a family, their network of connections was naturally complex.

At noon, the Luo Feng family was having a happy meal together.

"Xiaofeng, next month is the Martial Artist practical examination.

I heard the injury rate for the practical exam is quite high, and some people even die. You must be very careful."

Mother Gong Xinlan urged with some worry.

"Oh, we're having a good day, don't say such discouraging things. Xiaofeng won't have any trouble."

Father Luo Hongguo immediately said with dissatisfaction.

"That's right, Mom and Dad, you might not know, but when my brother was a senior trainee at the martial arts gym, he could take on three people at once. His combat skills are excellent. If he can't pass, then no one else can. You don't need to worry."

The parents didn't know about the fights at the martial arts gym, but Luo Hua, who shared a room with Luo Feng, naturally knew.

Just as Luo Feng was about to comfort his parents, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, followed by violent, barbaric knocking.

"Is anyone home? We are from the Yi'an District Police Station. Regarding a traffic accident this morning, we ask that Luo Feng come back with us for an investigation."

Luo Feng frowned.

The soundproofing in the house was extremely poor, and the voices outside were heard clearly by Luo Feng and his family.

"Hmm? Xiaofeng, what is this about?"

The whole family was surprised.

"Dad, Mom, don't worry, it's a small matter."

Based on the behavior of the group outside and combined with his knowledge, Luo Feng quickly realized that this was likely someone hired by the Zhang family.

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

Although he had passed the prospective Martial Artist assessment, the official notification would not arrive for a few more days.

He could not yet enjoy the privileges of a prospective Martial Artist.

If the police wanted to arrest him, he had no choice but to cooperate.

However, Luo Feng did not want to go with these people, otherwise, he would surely face a miserable end, so he had no choice but to call for help.

The call was answered quickly.

"Luo Feng, having cultivation problems so soon? Is it an issue regarding your genetic energy cultivation?"

From the other end came the voice of Jiang Nian, the master of the Yi'an District dojo.

"Instructor, it's not a cultivation problem, it's like this..."

Luo Feng recounted what had happened that morning.

He also explained his own deductions.

Of course, Luo Feng naturally would not mention killing Zhang Haobai with Spiritual Telekinesis.

He had to keep a few trump cards at all times.

Luo Feng simply said that Zhang Haobai had tried to hit him with his car, but he had dodged it, causing Zhang Haobai to crash into a flower bed and die.

If Luo Feng were just an ordinary prospective Martial Artist, Jiang Nian might not have bothered with such a matter at all.

But Luo Feng was now 18 years old, and having already revealed a portion of his talent, he was considered a budding talent.

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

Moreover, Luo Feng had already passed the prospective Martial Artist examination and was no longer under the jurisdiction of the ordinary police department.

After clarifying things with Jiang Nian in a few words, the knocking on the door outside grew louder.

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

An impatient roar came from outside.

Just as the police officers outside were losing their patience and preparing to force their way in.

"Creak!"

The door opened, and Luo Feng looked at the few police officers at the doorway with a cold expression.

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

The bald police officer at the front was clearly the leader, and he spoke very rudely.

Luo Feng was so angry he laughed upon hearing this.

I was a pedestrian walking normally on the sidewalk, yet in their mouths, I've become a hit-and-run suspect?

"Sorry, I just passed the prospective Martial Artist examination today, you guys..."

Luo Feng looked at the few people in front of him with disdain.

"You aren't qualified to arrest me."

Seeing the bald officer immediately slap a "hit-and-run" label on him, Luo Feng didn't give him any face either.

If someone respects me an inch, I will respect them a foot.

Although a prospective Martial Artist is not yet a full Martial Artist, they still have certain privileges and are not under the jurisdiction of the ordinary police system; only the Jiangnan Security Bureau has the authority to arrest them.

Luo Feng was now completely unafraid of this group of people.

"A prospective Martial Artist?"

The few police officers who were just about to lose their tempers looked at the young man before them and froze, unsure whether they should believe his words.

"Boss, this..."

The officers looked toward the bald leader.

But they didn't have to struggle for long; within a few seconds, the bald officer's phone rang.

When the bald officer saw the number, it was Director Wang from the police station, who was one rank higher than Deputy Director Liu, the one who had ordered them to make the arrest.

The bald officer dared not delay and quickly answered.

After being thoroughly scolded by the person on the other end, he hung up the phone.

Looking at Luo Feng again, the bald officer did a complete 180-degree turn, putting on a fawning smile.

"Sorry, student Luo Feng, we made a mistake earlier. Sorry to bother you, we'll be leaving now."

"Hold on."

Luo Feng's face darkened; he was not prepared to let those who tried to target him off so easily. He was not someone who was easy to talk to.

Luo Feng quickly noted down the names and badge numbers on the officers' chests.

The few police officers stood there awkwardly.

"Speak up, who told you to come and arrest me?"

The men immediately wore expressions of distress.

They couldn't just say that; if they let it slip, their careers would be over.

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

"You can go now."

The few police officers acted as if they had been granted amnesty and immediately slunk away.

Luo Hongguo, Gong Xinlan, and Luo Hua, who were standing behind Luo Feng, finally let out a sigh of relief.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the police were quite intimidating, and no one dared to go against them.

They hadn't expected that when facing them, Luo Feng would adopt the posture of a superior.

With just a single phone call, he had sent them packing.

For the first time, the family experienced the power and convenience brought by a Martial Artist.

The night was as dark as ink; the moon was shrouded by dark clouds tonight. While the city center was ablaze with lights, there wasn't a glimmer of brightness outside the low-rent housing.

Inside the 10-square-meter room, Luo Feng waited until his younger brother had fallen asleep before slowly sitting up.

"Should I cultivate Earth Magic first, or should I cultivate the Genetic Energy Cultivation Method first?"

Luo Feng was filled with longing for both.

Learning magic would not only allow him to cast spells, but more importantly, it could strengthen his Spiritual Telekinesis.

Given his talent, cultivating magic should be quite simple.

In the original story, he hadn't cultivated Spiritual Telekinesis at all in the early stages, nor did he have any secret techniques for it. He had simply relied on increasing his physical strength, thereby passively absorbing the Dark Golden Sphere in his mind to grow his Spiritual Telekinesis.

However, that Spiritual Telekinesis was all part of his innate talent, already stored away.

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

Once the energy from the Dark Golden Sphere was fully absorbed, those reserves would be exhausted.

But cultivating magic would allow him to continuously generate and strengthen his Spiritual Telekinesis himself.

It was equivalent to continuing to deposit money into the account later on.

That was completely different.

Cultivating the Genetic Energy Cultivation Method, on the other hand, could rapidly improve his physical fitness, especially the first time, where the increase would be particularly significant.

"Forget it, I'll cultivate the Genetic Energy Cultivation Method first. Now that my Spiritual Telekinesis has awakened, I don't lack long-range attack methods. It's better to prioritize rapidly increasing my strength; it won't be too late to learn magic later."

And so, Luo Feng began to recall the "Genetic Energy Cultivation Method" he had read while at the Limit Hall.