Perfection Fist Technique, Secret Organization

District Four, General Hospital.

"The current diagnosis is mental disorder, consciousness confusion. His brainwaves are showing a very strange trend, and we can't confirm the cause."

The doctor said, lowering his head slightly.

Chen Yuque hummed and carefully examined the young man on the hospital bed. He was just staring blankly, completely oblivious to the outside world.

This was her senior disciple brother's cousin, a handyman at the Martial Arts Academy.

"Strange."

Chen Yuque murmured. After thinking for a moment, she placed her hand on the young man's forehead and silently visualized herself and him as a skeleton.

The meditation technique was related to [spirit], [intent], and even [soul]. She wanted to try and investigate the changes happening to this young man.

The doctor moved aside.

Time trickled by. Chen Yuque's own talent was not bad. If not for the fact that [I Observe as I Should Be] required at least ten years to nurture the spirit and at least ten years to cultivate the White Bone Meditation to its Great Perfection level, she would have already mastered Dense White Bone Contemplation long ago.

Currently, what was lacking for Great Perfection was merely the accumulation of time.

In her visualization, she gradually decayed, and the young man on the hospital bed also decayed with her, eventually turning into two ghastly skeletons.

She gradually perceived the young man's mental fluctuations and, to a certain extent, became 'in sync' with him, even slowly 'linking'.

That is, to see what he sees, to think what he thinks.

This was a long process.

Half an hour later.

"Done."

The red-haired girl whispered. Her vision was blurry as she saw the thing that had been stimulating the young man's mental will.

It was a skeleton.

A skeleton in a lotus position, with its five senses facing the sky. It was neither joyful nor sad, neither impure nor pure. Its crystalline bones emanated a faint glow.

Beside it, countless skeletons were prostrate, some with flesh intact, some half-rotten, and some simply ghastly white bones.

They were prostrate towards it.

Worshipping.

Swish!

Seemingly endless corpses suddenly raised their heads, staring intently at Chen Yuque, roaring and snarling, charging forward with a tragic aura!

Chen Yuque's scalp tingled. She activated Dense White Bone Contemplation and abruptly broke free from the mental illusion.

She stumbled back several steps, gasping for breath.

"So that's what happened."

Chen Yuque was drenched in cold sweat. The young man had encountered someone who was cultivating Dense White Bone Contemplation and had been captured by their overflowing mental energy.

But the problem was...

"Great Perfection White Bone Meditation with Bone Radiance!"

"Who is it??"

Chen Yuque quickly made a phone call.

"Master, General Hospital, District Four, hurry!"

A dark alley, an inconspicuous small clinic.

Basement.

The young man was practicing his punches and kicks. Each strike was powerful, and the gusts of wind created sounded like the low growl of a mountain tiger.

Tiger Roar Fist.

The wind of his punches, accompanied by tiger roars, echoed in the not-so-spacious basement, stirring up years of accumulated dust in the corners.

The dust swirled in the wind of his fists, As the young man stopped, he placed one palm in front of his abdomen and clenched the other fist, striking into his palm—the finishing move, or rather, the tail end.

The dust in the wind of his punches also collided, exploding into the shape of a roaring tiger's head before his eyes.

The dust settled.

To Zhang Fusheng's surprise, Zhong Shan had truly cultivated this martial art to a very, very high level.

Perfection.

A martial art at the Perfection level.

"Tiger Roar Fist"

He exhaled a breath of stale air, and a thunderous sound echoed from his bones and muscles.

It felt as if he had practiced the Tiger Roar Fist for over ten thousand days and nights. Every detail of the martial art was etched not just in his mind, but also in his body.

"Before Old Man Zhong passed, he had already touched upon the [True Meaning] of the Tiger Roar Fist. If he hadn't been terminally ill, perhaps he truly could have cultivated something like a 'fist intent'."

Zhang Fusheng savored the details of the Tiger Roar Fist.

Tigers, when hunting, usually ambush their prey without roaring. They are like hidden assassins, aiming for a single, decisive strike.

In fact, all felines tend to enjoy ambushing.

And when a tiger roars in the mountains, it's often to assert its dominance, to intimidate its enemies, or perhaps... to fight head-on.

The Tiger Roar Fist, therefore, is a martial art that emphasizes frontal combat, with broad, sweeping movements.

"Martial arts should have different tiers. Which tier does the Tiger Roar Fist belong to?"

Zhang Fusheng muttered to himself:

"Even at the lowest tier, Perfection, it's probably already quite formidable."

He began practicing the Tiger Roar Fist again. The wind from his fists stirred up dust, which gathered before him, forming a blurry, roaring tiger's head.

Though this dust formation was indistinct, it was filled with the details of a real tiger.

One could even vaguely discern the 'King' character on the tiger's forehead.

"If I could advance further, reaching the [Breaking Limits] tier above Perfection, perhaps the tiger's head outlined by the fist wind would be lifelike."

He concluded his move, striking his palm against his abdomen. The tiger's head exploded with a boom, scattering back into the tiny dust particles that filled every corner of the room.

He sat down and gulped down a large mouthful of water, breathing heavily.

"Ten-thirty."

There were still half an hour until eleven.

What should he do about that girl, Zhong Yue?

Zhang Fusheng fell silent. She knew he wasn't her Grandpa, and he knew she wasn't his granddaughter.

Yet, she still asked him when he would visit her next.

She missed her Grandpa so much.

"Human hearts..." Zhang Fusheng sighed softly. How could Zhong Shan's scoundrel of a son have raised such a daughter?

Speaking of which, Zhong Yue was a freshman at Jiang University. She couldn't possibly be from Linshu Middle School too, could she?

He probably wouldn't run into her at the Jiang University Banquet in mid-July, would he?

A jolt went through Zhang Fusheng, and he quickly sent a message to Zhu Xiaoming.

A moment later.

Zhu Xiaoming: What's up, wanna hop on?

Zhang Fusheng: Is there someone named Zhong Yue at the Jiang University Banquet in the middle of the month?

Zhu Xiaoming: You've come to the right person.

Zhu Xiaoming: My dad just sponsored the Jiang University Banquet. Wait a sec, I'll help you check the guest list!

After another while.

Zhu Xiaoming: There is, there is!

Zhu Xiaoming: She's a girl from Class Nine, got into the same department as you, Computer Science.

Zhu Xiaoming: I saw her photo, she's quite good-looking. Are you planning to make a move early and end your single life?

Zhu Xiaoming: Oh right, how's the Martial Arts Academy coming along?

Zhang Fusheng: Progress is okay, I've reached First Refinement already.

Zhu Xiaoming: Mhmm, mhmm, you're right.

Zhu Xiaoming: Oh, and are you interested in that Zhong Yue? Should I be your wingman?

Looking at Zhu Xiaoming's string of messages, Zhang Fusheng rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. But then he thought, since he wasn't planning to study properly anyway, it didn't matter.

To Zhang Fusheng, Jiang University was more of a 'platform'.

A platform to interact with geniuses, a platform for buying and selling, for transactions.

The reason he specifically created the identity of Zhong Shan

actually had another very important reason, inspired by Jiangzhou University.

In his previous life, many world-renowned universities had secret societies. These organizations started as student clubs, but later developed into behemoths lurking in the shadows, even infiltrating the upper echelons of various countries.

The most famous was Yale University's Skull and Bones Society.

Of course, it wasn't limited to universities. In his previous life, there was also a very famous secret society called the Illuminati, or the Brotherhood of Light.

Just before his transmigration, the Illuminati had once again gained notoriety due to an incident on a certain island.

Zhang Fusheng wondered if he could also create a similar organization.

After all, relying on just one person's strength was too weak, and the efficiency of transactions was extremely low. But what about a group of people?

Even though the Pact had a cooldown each time it was used, Star Beast Meat could shorten or even eliminate this waiting time!

It was entirely feasible!

As his thoughts churned, he casually replied to two messages from Zhu Xiaoming, arranging to have a small meal together in the next day or two. It was then eleven o'clock.

Movement sounded from upstairs, accompanied by conversation.

"Mhm, that Zhang Fusheng is from Linshu Middle School. We're already looking into him. It's not just because we need him to transport goods; it's mainly his attitude that I really dislike."

Zhang Fusheng suddenly sat up straight.

That voice. Zhou Quan?

The next moment, the door to the clinic upstairs was knocked on, accompanied by another person's scoffing, mingling with Zhou Quan's conversation.

"Doctor Zhang, pay your protection money!"