Wang Anguo's True Goal, Skills Mastered!

"What is it?"

Chen Kefa gritted his teeth and poured out the words he had rehearsed countless times in his heart in one breath.

"I have a comrade-in-arms named Yu Lei."

"Not long ago, during a pursuit mission, we encountered the Spirit Race for the first time."

As Chen Kefa spoke, his voice began to tremble, and his eyes instantly turned red.

"Yu Lei charged at the very front and was struck head-on by the Spirit Race's mental attack..."

"His spirit, his mind, were shattered in an instant."

"Now, he has become... he has become a broken man."

"Grandmaster!"

Chen Kefa suddenly straightened his body and bowed deeply toward Wang Anguo.

"You are a Grandmaster; you can cultivate mental power!"

"I implore you, save him!"

"As long as you can restore his sanity, this life of mine, Chen Kefa, belongs to you!"

After saying this, he maintained his bowing posture, motionless.

The carriage fell into dead silence once again.

Only the sound of Chen Kefa's heavy breathing echoed in the cramped space.

A long time passed.

Wang Anguo sighed softly.

"Lift your head."

Chen Kefa did not move.

"I said, lift your head."

There was a hint of unquestionable majesty in the Grandmaster's voice.

Only then did Chen Kefa slowly straighten up, his fists clenched tight, waiting for the final verdict.

Wang Anguo looked at him and suddenly spoke.

"Do you really think that this old man came to Jiang City this time just for a set of improved health exercises?"

What did that mean?

Chen Kefa was stunned, his mind unable to process the words for a moment.

Not for the health exercises?

Then what else could it be for?

Could it be...

A startling thought flashed through his mind, causing his entire body to stiffen.

Grandmaster Wang Anguo watched his shocked expression, a faint smile appearing on his aged face, but the smile did not reach his eyes; instead, it carried a touch of gravity.

"An improved set of health exercises is certainly a blessing for the human race, an unexpected joy."

"But it is not worth this old bag of bones making the trip in person."

His voice was not loud, but every word was clear and carried weight.

"The true purpose of this old man's trip is the very thing that has been causing such an uproar in your Jiang City recently... the scourge of the Spirit Race!"

Chen Kefa felt his brain buzz.

All his thoughts and all his worries were cast to the back of his mind in that instant!

So that was it!

So the Grandmaster hadn't come for some health exercise evaluation, but to deal with the Spirit Race!

A surge of immense joy and excitement instantly swept through his entire body!

"The Spirit Race is the great enemy of the human race."

Grandmaster Wang Anguo's eyes turned sharp, and the temperature inside the carriage seemed to drop by several degrees.

"Their mental attack methods are bizarre, unpredictable, and impossible to guard against; they are the biggest headache for our Alliance at present."

"Any intelligence related to mental power, any method that can resist or treat mental trauma, possesses the highest strategic value."

"The situation of your comrade, Yu Lei, is an extremely important research case."

"And that Mystic Meditation Method that Wang Jian contributed is even more like charcoal in snowy weather—it is a spark of hope capable of changing the martial path of the human race!"

At this moment, Chen Kefa could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart.

There was hope!

Yu Lei could be saved!

Jiang City, there is hope!

He looked at the old man before him, an endless surge of reverence and gratitude welling up in his heart.

This was the true backbone of the human race!

They usually kept a low profile, seemingly having long since retreated behind the scenes, but when disaster struck, they would step forward without a moment's hesitation, standing at the very front of everyone else!

"Grandmaster..."

Chen Kefa choked up, a thousand words stuck in his throat, yet he could not utter a single one.

Wang Anguo waved his hand, his expression returning to a state of calm.

"No need for words."

"Where is your comrade now?"

"Take me there."

"This old man wishes to see for himself just how tyrannical the Spirit Race's mental shock truly is."

"Perhaps this old man's mental power can help him stabilize his consciousness, which is on the verge of collapse."

Upon hearing this, the last shred of worry in Chen Kefa's heart vanished, replaced by an unprecedented sense of resolve.

He jerked his head up and issued an order to the driver in front in a voice that was hoarse yet incredibly resonant.

"Go to the City First Special Rehabilitation Center!"

On the other side, Chen Yan's days at the Zhenwei Martial Arts Hall were simple and fulfilling, as if he existed in a small world of his own.

The chaos of the outside world could not affect his unwavering "grind-master" cultivation in the slightest.

Every morning, he would carry his own exclusive little stool, clutching that set of specialized oil paints and small drawing board...

He would trot over to a fixed corner by the training ground and sit down quietly.

With his well-behaved and focused appearance, anyone who saw him would think he was an innocent, harmless porcelain doll.

His subjects for sketching were mainly the students in the hall who were sweating profusely and training diligently.

As time went on, everyone in the martial arts hall knew that this exquisitely carved, bright-eyed child was Master Du's little grandson.

During training breaks, curious students could never resist coming over to tease him a little.

The female students in the bloom of their youth were especially defenseless against Chen Yan, launching "offensives" one after another.

One couldn't help but pinch his soft, chubby cheeks, while another insisted on holding him in her arms for a kiss, taking advantage of their gender to act as they pleased.

Sigh, is the enthusiasm of middle school girls these days really so off the charts...

Chen Yan mentally face-palmed, though on the surface, he could only continue to play the part of an innocent child.

Fine, so be it. Let the storm rage even harder!

Who told me to be nothing more than a helpless 'little baby' right now?

He had no choice but to open those pitch-black, clear eyes that seemed to speak, letting these vibrant older sisters "knead and flatten" him as they pleased.

Occasionally, he even had to cooperate by letting out a few giggles to maintain his pure and harmless persona.

In short, time flowed by as calmly and lightly as water in this strange atmosphere of "pain and pleasure."

In the blink of an eye, another month passed.

On this day, as Chen Yan drew the final stroke with his usual air of nonchalance, he clearly felt an invisible barrier within his body quietly break through.

Deep within his consciousness, it felt as if several shackles had opened simultaneously.

A feeling of perfect harmony and effortless control welled up from within.

It's happening!

He suppressed the excitement in his heart and sank his consciousness into the system interface.

[Host: Chen Yan]

[Age: 1 year, 48 days]

[Cultivation: Amateur 7th Dan]

[Blood Energy: 3804/10000]

[Spirit: 3946/10000]

[Charm: 93/100 (Endowed with the Essence of Nature)]

[Luck: 95 (Continuous Good Fortune)]

[Constitution: Innate Dao Body (Born close to the Dao, proficient in all laws)]

[Skills:]

[Qi Nurturing Foundation Art (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Meditation Method (Great Success) (300/10000)]

[Efficient Absorption (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Deep Sleep (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Godly Movement (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Image Projection Scroll (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Shadow Concealment (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Divine Sense Differentiation (Great Success) (300/10000)]

[Arrow Barrage (Great Success) (0/10000)]

[Achievement: Perfect Foundation Establishment (Gold)]

Looking at the rows of [Great Success] labels radiating a soft, luminous glow, Chen Yan finally couldn't help but let a satisfied smile grace his small face.

After months of "arduous struggle," all his core skills had finally stepped into the realm of Great Success!

This meant his overall strength had undergone a qualitative leap!

Whether it was life-preservation, combat, support, or that crucial ability for "behind-the-scenes development," everything had received a massive, all-encompassing boost.

With a cultivation base at the Amateur Seventh Dan, combined with this arsenal of Great Success skills...

Chen Yan was confident that even if he faced a Professional First Dan martial artist now, he would have the power to put up a fight!

Of course, on the surface, he remained that "ordinary" baby whom everyone loved.