Chain Reaction

Luo Feng did not dare to be the slightest bit slack, immediately focusing all his attention on carefully reading and memorizing the article regarding the Genetic Energy Cultivation Method.

Genetic energy is the key reliance for humanity to optimize its genes and achieve evolution.

So that's how it is.

After reading through it thoroughly, Luo Feng, relying on his powerful mental strength, quickly etched every single word of the article deep into his mind.

"Once you return home this month, you can all attempt to cultivate genetic energy. Once you succeed, your strength will increase significantly, and the martial artist combat assessment a month from now will be much safer.

Alright, today's prospective martial artist assessment ends here.

The three of you may head home now."

Jiang Nian instructed with a serious expression.

"Yes, Instructor."

Luo Feng, Yang Wu, and Bai Yang replied in unison, then turned and left the martial arts training hall together.

Arriving at the entrance of Bright Moon Residential Quarter, Yang Wu and Bai Yang enthusiastically invited Luo Feng to go eat with them, wanting to celebrate passing the assessment.

However, Luo Feng politely declined their invitation and hurried away after saying his goodbyes.

This was not because Luo Feng thought highly of himself or looked down on the two of them, but because he had something much more important to do today.

Knowing the original plot, Luo Feng was aware that before long, his father, Luo Hongguo, would be framed and bullied by his classmate, Zhang Haobai.

He did not want to repeat the mistakes of the original story and be forced to spend agonizing days in jail because of entanglements with Zhang Haobai and his bodyguards. After all, what normal person would want to rot in prison?

As for Zhang Haobai, in Luo Feng's eyes, the entire Earth and even the galaxy would belong to him in the future; dealing with Zhang Haobai would be as easy as flipping his hand.

The current Luo Feng's horizons were no longer what they used to be.

After exiting Bright Moon Residential Quarter, Luo Feng walked briskly to the subway station, took Subway Line 1, and exited at Zhong'an Road Station.

Once outside, he hurriedly took out his phone and skillfully tapped the "mobile location tracking function."

The phone screen soon clearly displayed a map of Yangzhou City. A small red dot represented Luo Feng's own location, while a green dot precisely marked the location of his father's phone.

"Oriental Decoration City? It's not too far from here. I came straight out after the assessment, so there's still plenty of time. Father shouldn't have started moving furniture yet; if I rush over now to stop him, it should still be in time."

Luo Feng immediately pinpointed his father's location.

"I want to run to my dad in person and tell him the good news that I've become a prospective martial artist, so he never has to do this kind of bitter, exhausting work again.

People from my dad's generation love playing games; in the future, I'll let him and Mom just relax and play games at home, hehe."

Thinking of this, Luo Feng's mood was exceptionally bright, and he hurried on his way, following the guidance of the map on his phone.

"Vroom!""Vroom!""Vroom!"...

On the wide street, a silver-gray Maserati MC20 sports car was speeding along like a bolt of lightning.

Inside the car, Zhang Haobai, dressed in a white t-shirt and white trousers, looked thoroughly annoyed.

Last night, he had been partying wildly with a few of his fair-weather friends at a bar, to the point that he hadn't even gone home.

This morning, while still in his dreams, he was rudely awakened by a phone call from his father. After being scolded from head to toe, his father told him to hurry back and look after the new furniture bought for the house.

I finally made it through high school, and I wanted to relax and have fun before starting university. It's just a few hundred thousand in furniture; can't the servants at home watch it? The old man is just afraid of me having a little extra fun.

Still, that girl last night was really something. I have to get Brother Zhou to call her out again tonight.

Zhang Haobai thought to himself while driving.

Just then, Zhang Haobai's gaze flickered inadvertently, and he happened to catch sight of a familiar figure on the side of the road in the distance.

"Hmm? Luo Feng?"

Instantly, a flash of viciousness crossed Zhang Haobai's eyes.

I heard this guy went to take the prospective martial artist assessment today. If he really becomes a martial artist in the future, I'm afraid I'll never have a chance to get back at him.

Every time he saw Luo Feng, Zhang Haobai couldn't help but recall the humiliating scene where he was beaten black and blue by Luo Feng and even had his teeth knocked out.

He had been pampered since childhood, living a life of luxury; when had he ever suffered such hardship?

Especially since he had drunk quite a bit last night and the alcohol hadn't fully worn off, people were often prone to impulsive actions in such a state.

As the saying goes, alcohol emboldens the coward, and Zhang Haobai was never a timid person to begin with—he was an arrogant, domineering, wealthy second-generation heir.

There doesn't seem to be any surveillance around here. If I suddenly swerve and hit him, Luo Feng definitely won't be able to react. My family has connections at the police station; I'll just say it was an accidental collision when the time comes...

Zhang Haobai knew the road conditions in this area like the back of his hand. In just an instant, a dangerous and malicious idea surfaced in his mind.

Thus, he no longer hesitated and slammed his foot down on the accelerator. With a "vroom," the car, which was already traveling at over 100 yards, surged rapidly, charging toward Luo Feng on the side of the road.

"Hmph, I heard Luo Feng has a disabled younger brother. With this hit, Luo Feng can go keep his brother company."

Zhang Haobai's face became increasingly ferocious, his expression revealing a kind of crazed excitement.

You poor kid, what right do you have to be better than me in everything? If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too arrogant back then.

After confirming his father's location, Luo Feng walked briskly along the sidewalk, his mind constantly planning his future path of cultivation.

"I've had the system for over a month, yet I still don't know exactly what miraculous functions it possesses.

I wonder if going out into the wilderness to kill monsters will be like in a game, where they drop equipment and experience points?

If that were true, then my leveling speed would probably be like riding a rocket.

In this life, where will the future lead?

I wonder if my cultivation speed increases, will it change the trajectory of my future life?

If the life trajectory changes, wouldn't I lose the advantage of foresight in many matters?

In this life, having fused with Linley's talent and possessing the Azure Dragon Bloodline, which can also evolve, should I go and possess the Golden Horned Beast in the future?

After fusing with Linley's talent, my affinity for the earth and wind elements is likely quite high now. If the Azure Dragon Bloodline evolves to a certain degree, it will surely have an affinity for time-related talents. So, in this life, do I still need to follow the path of gold and space as in the original story?"

The more Luo Feng thought, the further his mind drifted, and before he knew it, he was completely immersed in contemplating his future.

"Hmm?"

Just as Luo Feng was distracted by his thoughts, a sudden, intense aura of danger rushed toward him.

Luo Feng turned his head instinctively and was instantly struck with terror.

He saw a silver-white sports car on his side, charging onto the sidewalk like a wild horse that had broken its reins, about to hit him in the blink of an eye.

The sports car was traveling at least 200 yards, and it would be a matter of mere moments before it collided with him.

Under normal circumstances, with Luo Feng's neural reaction speed, he could have easily dodged this sudden crisis.

But Luo Feng had been completely immersed in his thoughts, never expecting that someone would suddenly drive a car to hit him.

"It's Zhang Haobai."

Luo Feng instantly recognized the driver and felt a surge of alarm.

"It's too late to dodge!"

At this moment, the front of the car was less than a few dozen centimeters away from him. At such a speed, if he were truly hit, even with his astonishing physical fitness, he would likely struggle to escape the fate of being crippled.

In this critical moment of life and death, Luo Feng's Spiritual Telekinesis tightened to the extreme, and the strength of his muscles and bones erupted to their limit in an instant. He stared fixedly at the rapidly approaching sports car, with only one conviction in his heart—get out of my way!

"Bang!"

The sports car suddenly swerved sharply without warning and then slammed violently into a flower bed nearby.

The hood of the Maserati that crashed into the flower bed was instantly twisted and deformed. Although the airbag deployed immediately, Zhang Haobai inside the car was still left bloodied by the massive impact. His head felt dizzy, and he was pinned directly inside the vehicle, unable to move for the moment.

At the same time, Luo Feng felt a tearing pain in his head, as if it were being ripped apart. This pain felt like a sharp steel needle, drilling crazily into his mind.

The pain caused Luo Feng to twitch uncontrollably, and he rolled on the ground in agony.

Luo Feng's entire body turned bright red, and beads of sweat the size of peas seeped from his pores, quickly soaking his clothes and staining them red.

The veins on his body bulged like angry little snakes, making him look more terrifying than ever before.

However, after fusing with the Linley template, Luo Feng's spirit and will had been greatly strengthened.

Even while enduring the dual agony of spirit and body, he gritted his teeth and refused to pass out.

Amidst this torment, Luo Feng could clearly sense that the outermost layer of the dark golden sphere in his mind was beginning to atomize.

Waves of powerful energy surged out continuously, instantly merging into every inch of his skin, every bone, and every cell in his body.

Under the baptism of this mysterious power, Luo Feng's entire skeletal structure, internal organs, blood, muscles, and skin were undergoing earth-shattering changes, with every cell strengthening at an astonishing rate.

Although Luo Feng's body looked terrifying, in reality, protected by this mysterious power, he had not suffered any internal injuries.

"This... could this be Spiritual Telekinesis?"

Although Luo Feng was in unbearable pain, the wonderful sensation of becoming stronger made him feel both pain and pleasure.

By now, a crowd had quickly gathered around. They stood in the distance, pointing and whispering about the sudden car accident.

"What's wrong with the driver? Why did he suddenly rush onto the sidewalk?"

"Probably drunk driving. Driving so crazily, is he tired of living?"

"That young man on the ground is so pitiful; it looks like he just got hit."

The onlookers, seeing Luo Feng twitching on the ground and covered in blood, all mistakenly believed that the car had just struck him.

Luo Feng had no time to pay attention to the surrounding discussions. He gritted his teeth, slowly stood up, and looked at Zhang Haobai in the car, a surge of uncontrollable killing intent rising in his heart.

"This Zhang Haobai, I only defeated him once at the martial arts gym, and he actually wants to cripple me."

Luo Feng thought about how, if he had truly been hit and his legs broken, or even left crippled, his family would have been completely ruined.

Given his family's financial situation, they would likely never be able to afford his medical treatment.

"I didn't expect that by changing the plot just a little bit, it would trigger such a chain reaction."

"Zhang Haobai, you cannot be left alive!"

Looking at Zhang Haobai, who was trapped in the car and unable to move, Luo Feng's resolve to kill was set. With a slight shift of his thoughts, an invisible force instantly extended from his mind like a thread.

Inside the car, a small piece of car debris seemed to be pulled by some mysterious force and suddenly floated into the air.

The onlookers in the distance naturally could not perceive this bizarre situation, but Zhang Haobai, who was inside the car, sensed it keenly.

Thinking back to how his sports car had suddenly veered out of control, then looking at the floating car debris before him, Zhang Haobai's pupils dilated instantly, and he looked toward Luo Feng in terror.

Is Luo Feng a Spiritual Telekinesis user?

This was the last thought that flashed through Zhang Haobai's mind, and the next moment.

"Puchi!"

The piece of car debris, like a sharp dagger, pierced directly through Zhang Haobai's heart.

Luo Feng had done all of this with extreme secrecy. After finishing, he acted as if nothing had happened, turned around, and continued walking toward the address where his father was located.

"Hey, young man, you need to get to a hospital quickly. Don't think you're fine just because you look okay now; you might have suffered serious internal injuries."

In the distance, a kind-hearted person saw Luo Feng stand up and prepare to leave, so they couldn't help but offer a well-intentioned reminder.

However, Luo Feng turned a deaf ear and walked straight away.

After Luo Feng left, before he even reached Oriental Decoration City, the familiar voice of the system suddenly rang out in his mind.

Ding: Host has completed the mission and successfully activated the Spiritual Telekinesis talent. Reward: one Earth-element magic book.

Suddenly, a book with a mustard-yellow cover floated out of thin air in front of Luo Feng.

Luo Feng was startled and subconsciously glanced around. Because he was covered in blood, people occasionally cast strange looks at him, but he discovered that others seemed unable to see this magic book that had appeared out of thin air.

This system product is truly extraordinary. A book that shouldn't exist in this world—I'm afraid only I can see it.

Luo Feng marveled in his heart. With just a thought, the Earth-element book vanished instantly and appeared inside his space ring.

I can't go see Dad covered in blood like this. I need to change my clothes quickly, or I'll look too terrifying.

Thinking this, Luo Feng walked directly into a nearby clothing store.

Ten minutes later, Luo Feng walked out of the shop wearing brand-new clothes, having wiped away the bloodstains left on his skin from when he awakened his Spiritual Telekinesis using his old clothes.

Luo Feng arrived at the place where his father worked. As soon as he arrived, he saw his father and several coworkers struggling to move pieces of furniture onto a delivery truck.

These wouldn't happen to be the furniture bought by Zhang Haobai's family, would they? At a time like this, their family probably has no heart to worry about this furniture.

Luo Feng walked straight up to Luo Hongguo and called out.

"Dad."

"Xiaofeng, why did you come here?"

Luo Hongguo was full of surprise when he saw his son.

"Dad, I passed the prospective warrior assessment."

Luo Feng didn't provide any buildup and stated the good news directly.

Hearing Luo Feng's words, Luo Hongguo, who knew his son had gone to take the prospective warrior assessment today, was instantly overcome with excitement.

"Good, good, good!"

Luo Hongguo said the word "good" three times in a row, his eyes filled with pride.

Nearby, Luo Hongguo's coworkers were also stunned for a long moment after hearing Luo Feng's words before they reacted.

"Prospective warrior assessment?"

After all, to ordinary people, a warrior was far too distant, especially for children from poor families like theirs; wanting to become a warrior was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Since ancient times, there has been the saying, "The poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts." In modern society, this situation is even more pronounced.

"Old Luo, you taught him well. My son is already over 20 and is only an intermediate student at the martial arts gym. Xiaofeng is already a prospective warrior at such a young age; his future prospects are limitless!"

"Old Luo, with such an outstanding son, you can enjoy a life of leisure from now on."

Those coworkers of similar age to Luo Hongguo cast envious looks one after another, praising him endlessly.

After all, becoming a warrior almost meant achieving a leap in social class.

"Dad, I'm a prospective warrior now. You don't have to do this manual labor anymore. Come back with me now."

Luo Feng looked at his father and said with a serious expression.

"Hey, that won't work today. If I leave now, all this work will fall on them. Let me finish this order today first."

In truth, Luo Hongguo was thinking of waiting until Luo Feng became an official warrior before quitting.

After all, the family still relied on him to earn money for their livelihood, and before Luo Feng became a warrior, there was no income.

But he didn't want to say these things in front of Luo Feng, fearing it would dampen his son's self-confidence, so he planned to discuss it with Luo Feng after returning home that night.