Lucky Philanthropy! Improved Health Exercises?

Lucky Philanthropist! Improved Calisthenics? The largest comprehensive shopping mall in Jiang City was surging with crowds.

Du Qionghua and Liu Xin each held their own child by the hand, their faces beaming with a long-lost sense of relaxation.

"Let's go buy some clothes for little Chen Yan first; this child is growing too fast."

Du Qionghua said with a smile.

The group walked into an exquisitely decorated children's clothing store.

Chen Yan and his mother entered the boys' section, while Yu Qingmeng and her mother headed to the girls' section.

The moment they stepped inside, two rows of shop assistants suddenly bowed in unison, and ribbon cannons exploded with a bang!

"Congratulations! You are the hundredth lucky customer to visit our store today!"

The store manager walked up with a face full of smiles, handing over an exquisite gold card.

"This is our store's Supreme VIP card. With this card, you will enjoy a 50% discount for life on all purchases in our store! Furthermore, all your purchases today are completely free of charge!"

"!"

His mother, Du Qionghua, was stunned.

Was she really this lucky?

Du Qionghua took the card in pleasant surprise, feeling as if she were in a dream.

Sitting in his stroller, Chen Yan felt the benefits of high luck for the first time so clearly.

The corners of his mouth curled up...

Just kidding.

He was now a Lucky Philanthropist with 73 points of Luck!

Wherever he went, good fortune followed.

This little scene was nothing more than an appetizer.

"Huh, that's strange. How did little Chen Yan's size from last time become too small so quickly?"

Du Qionghua picked up a T-shirt and held it against Chen Yan, her delicate brows knitting together slightly.

How much time had even passed?

Wasn't this child's growth rate a bit too exaggerated?

"Come here, little one, let Auntie measure your height, okay?"

A young female shop assistant walked over with a smile, holding a soft measuring tape in her hand.

She crouched down and gently helped Chen Yan take off his shoes, letting him stand straight.

The tape was pulled from the top of his head down to his heels.

"112 centimeters..."

The shop assistant stood up, the smile on her face becoming even more cordial as she asked Du Qionghua:

"Your child is truly handsome and so tall; what grade is he in?"

"What grade?" Du Qionghua couldn't help but laugh.

"Haha, our little Chen Yan is only a little over one year old!"

She patted her son's head, feeling both amused and helpless, "Little Chen Yan, hurry and thank the auntie."

"Thank you!"

Chen Yan tilted his head back, revealing an innocent, pure, and radiant smile.

The professional smile on the shop assistant's face froze instantly.

She looked down at the measuring tape in her hand.

112cm.

Then she looked up at the exquisitely carved little boy in front of her.

A... a little over one year old?

This is a little over one year old?

You call this a little over one year old?!

Her relative had a child who was in the first grade this year, and it seemed... he was only about this tall, right?

After buying clothes, Chen Yan and his mother turned toward the girls' section next door.

"Oh my god, little Qingmeng is so cute!"

Just as they reached the entrance of the shop, Du Qionghua couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

In the center of the shop, Yu Qingmeng was standing on a small platform.

She was wearing a pink and white lace princess dress, the skirt layered and adorned with tiny, shimmering sequins.

She wore an exquisite little crown headband, her raven-black hair carefully styled by Liu Xin into two small buns.

The little girl's skin was so fair it seemed to glow, and her large, grape-like eyes blinked incessantly as she curiously gazed around.

With her small mouth slightly pursed, she looked exactly like a little sprite who had just slipped out of a fairy tale book.

Liu Xin and several shop assistants gathered around her, their faces brimming with irrepressible, doting smiles as they showered her with endless praise.

Chen Yan's gaze swept over them inadvertently, and his heart skipped a beat for no reason.

Even his cheeks felt a faint heat.

This was certainly not romantic attraction!

Instead, Chen Yan felt more like an old father—a sentiment of wanting to cherish and protect her quietly spread within him.

He found himself staring for a long time without even realizing it.

Once he came to his senses, Chen Yan immediately realized something was wrong and hurriedly forced himself to straighten his face, pretending to be calm as he looked away.

Who would have thought that Yu Qingmeng, up on the platform, would spot him at a glance.

"Brother Xiao Yan!"

The little girl's eyes lit up; she lifted her skirt and trotted down from the platform on her short legs, da-da-da.

She ran all the way to Chen Yan, almost pressing her entire body against him.

Yu Qingmeng tilted her bright little face upward, her large, sparkling eyes fixed straight on him as she asked with full expectation:

"Brother Xiao Yan, do I look pretty?"

Chen Yan: "..."

He instinctively wanted to turn his face away and mutter, "Just so-so."

But seeing his own reflection clearly mirrored in her clear pupils, the words stuck in his throat and refused to come out.

In the end, he simply let out a soft "hmph" through his nose and awkwardly turned his head to the side.

Yu Qingmeng, however, wouldn't let it go; she reached out a finger to poke his arm, her little mouth pouting slightly as she murmured in a soft voice:

"Brother Xiao Yan, do you not like me?"

"..."

Chen Yan was instantly at a loss, and fearing she might actually be sad, he could only reply with a slight stutter: "I... I don't."

Yet she kept that aggrieved, bullied look on her face, which made one's heart soften.

Chen Yan, helpless, finally reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

"Hehe... Brother Xiao Yan is the best!"

She immediately broke into a smile, her eyes curving into little crescent moons.

You little girl! You change your face so fast!

On the west side of the mall, three entire floors belonged to the Du Family's Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall.

On the massive electronic screen on the outer wall, the characters for "Zhenwei" were written in a bold, sweeping calligraphy, looping repeatedly with an imposing aura.

Stepping into the first-floor training hall, one could see young students dressed in uniform black training suits everywhere.

At this moment, almost everyone was holding their breath, their gazes focused in unison on the very center of the floor.

A handsome youth in a deep blue martial arts uniform was demonstrating movements with meticulous precision.

His build was well-proportioned and his features sharp; though young, he already possessed a certain composed air.

This person was Wang Jian.

The many black-clad students surrounding him watched every subtle shift in his form, not daring to blink for fear of missing anything.

According to the Hall Master, Du Chun, this Wang Jian was a prodigy who had gained his own insights from the most basic "National Health Exercises," successfully using them to achieve an acquired awakening!

Ordinary people with special constitutions were usually detected by the age of six.

Those like Wang Jian, who suddenly awakened at fifteen or sixteen, were known as "acquired awakenings" and were extremely rare.

On the floor, Wang Jian slowly withdrew his stance, his breathing returning to a steady rhythm.

A low murmur of discussion immediately broke out among the crowd:

"Is this the health exercise that Senior Brother Wang improved?"

"So, those of us with average aptitude really do have a way out..."

"If only I could be a late bloomer like Senior Brother Wang and be taken as a disciple by the Hall Master..."

"It looks about the same as what I usually practice, but I always feel like something is different. It's my own lack of insight; I really can't tell the difference..."

Wang Jian smiled slightly at these words, his tone gentle: "It is no matter. I shall demonstrate it a few more times for everyone."

"—Fatty Wang!"

Just then, a clear, laughing voice rang out from the direction of the martial arts hall's entrance.

Du Shenyuan, the eldest senior brother who was usually quite stern, was walking in from outside.

Following behind him was an exceptionally beautiful lady who, upon closer inspection, bore a striking resemblance to the eldest senior brother.

She held a doll-like, porcelain-skinned baby in her arms, and the moment the three of them appeared, they immediately drew the attention of everyone in the room.

"What are you all staring at? Do you have nothing better to do?" Du Shenyuan scolded with a laugh, sweeping his gaze across the room before beckoning toward the center of the floor, "Fatty Wang, come here for a second!"

Not far away, a new student who had come to the martial arts gym to buy classes muttered in a low voice, "Fatty Wang? Who is the eldest senior brother calling?"

His companion quickly lowered his voice to explain, "That's Senior Brother Wang Jian! He was on the heavier side when he first came to the gym."

"Even though he's toned up now and his body fat has dropped, the eldest senior brother got used to calling him 'Fatty' and never changed it—hey, but you'd better not call him that to his face!"

"Speechless, do you think I'm that stupid?!"

Wang Jian walked over quickly, his face still flushed from his workout, and bowed respectfully, "Eldest Senior Brother."

Du Shenyuan smiled and introduced him to Du Qionghua beside him:

"This is the new disciple Dad just took in, Wang Jian."

There was a hint of pride in his tone, "Don't let his age fool you, his talent is quite remarkable—he has an acquired special constitution, the 'Mystic Rock Bone'!"

"Greetings, Senior Brother, Senior Sister." Wang Jian was a bit shy, bowing properly toward Du Shenyuan and Du Qionghua.

"I can't get away for the moment," Du Shenyuan said, patting him on the shoulder, "Wang Jian, take Senior Sister upstairs to see the Master."

"Yes, Senior Brother."

Wang Jian agreed readily, then respectfully led the way from the side, guiding Du Qionghua and Chen Yan toward the elevators.

Along the way, Chen Yan observed the youth named Wang Jian without a trace of emotion.

As his thoughts stirred, Wang Jian's image in his eyes changed in an instant.

A faint, earthy-yellow halo clung to Wang Jian's skeleton, radiating an aura of heaviness and solidity.

Under the operation of his divine sense, he could clearly see through Wang Jian's foundation.

Within this person's bones, wisps of pure Mystic Rock energy were contained.

This energy was constantly tempering his bones, making their density and hardness far exceed that of an ordinary person.

Consequently, his physical strength was also a significant cut above martial artists of the same level.

He's got something special.

Just then, a cold system prompt sounded in Chen Yan's mind.

[Ding! Special constitution holder detected (Wang Jian)!]

[Constitution: Mystic Rock Bone (Acquired)]

[Current Realm: Amateur Fourth Dan]

[System Task Issued: Discerning Eye]