[Godly Movement] Might, Yu Qingmeng

The power of [Godly Movement] manifested, and a smile appeared on the faces of Yu Qingmeng and Chen Yan.

But he did not intend to expose it in front of his parents; he would wait until they were asleep at night to experiment on his own.

Thus, he simply took it step by step, stumbling into his mother's embrace, his short legs moving in a practiced manner like a little penguin struggling to learn how to walk.

"Little Yan is so good!" Du Qionghua scooped him up and planted a firm kiss on his chubby cheek.

[Qi Luck +2]

Heh, very good!

Chen Yan not only intended to hide his abilities but also wanted to grind out a skill that could conceal his blood-energy value as quickly as possible.

The reason was simple: Chen Yan's rate of blood-energy growth was truly terrifying.

Over seven hundred points of blood-energy—this was practically the attribute of an amateur eighth-rank martial artist.

Although martial artists possessed combat techniques and would certainly be stronger than him in actual combat, the fact that a ten-month-old infant possessed such data was, in itself, a shocking matter.

Seeing Wang Xiaoming's near-fanatical face while facing scientific research on the news today, Chen Yan had shuddered.

He did not want to be snatched up by that old man and placed in a glass case like a lab rat, with all sorts of tubes stuck into his body.

In short, developing in low profile was the golden rule.

Starting tomorrow, he would try other life skills; only by hiding himself well could he walk further on the path of martial arts.

Twelve o'clock at night.

The room was pitch black, with only the headlights of cars passing outside the window occasionally casting fleeting shadows on the walls.

Chen Yan heard the faint sound of the front door closing in the living room—it was Chen Kefa heading out for a mission again—and only then did he quietly open his eyes.

Dad's job in the Special Investigation Team sure is busy...

He carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, slid nimbly to the edge of the bed, and kicked off with both legs.

A carp leap!

Success!

His small body traced a perfect arc through the air and landed steadily on the soft carpet without making a single sound.

Very good, next...

With a thought, he began to activate [Godly Movement].

In an instant, Chen Yan felt a strange power envelop his entire body, and the world before his eyes seemed to turn into slow motion.

Like a restless little tiger off its leash, he transformed into a nearly invisible golden blur, rushing from the bedside to the balcony in an instant.

Then, caught off guard, with a "thud," his head collided solidly with the cold glass door, emitting a crisp, muffled sound.

Does it sound good?

If it sounds good, it's a good head!

Chen Yan clutched his forehead, seeing stars, and before he could even marvel at the power of his new skill, the bedroom door creaked open.

His mother, Du Qionghua, poked half her body inside, eyes bleary with sleep, scanning the room for movement with vigilance.

"It wouldn't be a supernatural life form, would it?"

She muttered to herself, clearly made a bit paranoid by the news from the west side of the city earlier that day.

Chen Yan's heart tightened. The moment before Du Qionghua could turn on the light, he activated [Godly Movement], zipped back onto the bed, pulled up the quilt, and closed his eyes—all in one fluid motion.

Du Qionghua turned on the small nightlight by the bed, and the dim, yellow light illuminated the room.

She saw Chen Yan lying on the bed, sleeping obediently, his posture peaceful.

Only his two chubby little hands were stretched out from under the quilt, placed above his head as if he were surrendering.

She breathed a sigh of relief, walked over, and gently tucked Chen Yan's little hands back into the warm covers.

Following that, she walked to the balcony, slid open the glass door, and poked her head out to take a look. The night was deep, the cold wind biting, and she found nothing unusual.

Thus, she closed the door properly, carefully drew the curtains, and only then returned to the bedside. She leaned down to plant a light kiss on Chen Yan's smooth forehead before turning off the light and tiptoeing back to her own bedroom.

In the darkness, Chen Yan opened his eyes, touched the spot on his forehead where he had been kissed, and then touched his brow, which was still a bit numb from the impact.

"What a beastly 'Godly Movement'!" he exclaimed in pleasant surprise.

This speed was several times faster than even the top sprinters of his past life! If his physical constitution hadn't been far superior to an ordinary person's, he would likely have suffered a concussion from that hit just now.

It reminded him of a comic book called The Flash...

The next day.

Chen Yan had intended to stay home and continue researching new life skills, such as [Crying], [Acting Spoiled], or [Playing with Toys], to see if he could develop any other divine skills, but his plans were disrupted by a last-minute decision from his mother.

Du Qionghua had just finished a phone call with her best friend, Liu Xin, and wore a smile on her face: "Little Yan, how about Mommy takes you to go play with Auntie Liu? She has a little big sister at her house."

His mother didn't even wait for Chen Yan's consent; she excitedly rummaged through the wardrobe and dressed Chen Yan up handsomely from head to toe.

A white sweater paired with khaki overalls, topped off with a tiny beret, made him look exactly like a trendy little boy who had just stepped out of a magazine.

Liu Xin's home was also in this residential area, not far away.

The two of them were high school classmates, and their relationship was rock-solid.

However, Liu Xin had decent martial arts aptitude, so she took the martial arts entrance exam and later became an ordinary police officer.

Du Qionghua, on the other hand, took the academic entrance exam to attend a regular university, and after graduation, she settled down to be an ordinary second-generation rich kid.

Incidentally, Du Qionghua's father—who was also Chen Yan's grandfather—was the master of the famous Du Family Martial Arts Hall in Jiangcheng.

It was a pity that the old master's son and daughter, Chen Yan's uncle and mother, both had mediocre martial arts aptitude and were unable to inherit the mantle of the martial arts hall, which was one of the old master's greatest regrets.

When they arrived at Liu Xin's house, the moment Liu Xin opened the door and saw Chen Yan in Du Qionghua's arms, her eyes lit up instantly.

"Oh my god, Qionghua, is this that prodigy of yours? He's just too good-looking!"

A charm stat of 92 was no joke!

Liu Xin reached out to hold him, and Chen Yan gave her face by smiling at her, revealing a few newly sprouted baby teeth.

She also had a little baby at home named Yu Qingmeng, a girl born five months earlier than Chen Yan.

Logically, she should have been a size larger than Chen Yan, but as Liu Xin lifted her out of the playpen, she actually looked even more petite and delicate than him!

Liu Xin had complained to Du Qionghua countless times that her own daughter was simply a little devil.

But looking at Yu Qingmeng before her, Du Qionghua only thought she was incredibly adorable.

The little girl was carved from pink jade, with double eyelids, big eyes, and a cherry mouth; her features were perfectly exquisite, like a beautiful doll.

Liu Xin's impression of Chen Yan came from videos she had seen before—he didn't cry or fuss, was intelligent and sensible, and was simply an angel baby, so she liked him immensely!

In contrast, although her own Yu Qingmeng was truly cute, her personality was more outgoing than a boy's, and she felt uncomfortable if she didn't cause trouble for a single day.

At this moment, the little girl named Yu Qingmeng was curiously sizing up Chen Yan.

She looked like a Columbus who had discovered a new continent, or a destroyer who had found a new toy.

She struggled to get down from Liu Xin's arms and wobbled toward Chen Yan, making "ya-ya" sounds with her mouth.

Du Qionghua watched this scene, unable to contain her joy: "Hahaha, Little Meng seems to really like Little Yan."

"Li... Little Yan?"

Yu Qingmeng tilted her head, repeated the unfamiliar word, and then, as if confirming her target, shouted loudly.

"Little Yan, play!"

She reached out her little hand and grabbed hold of Chen Yan's overalls.

"Little Yan! Play!"