Half a Month Later

Noon.

A great sun hung high in the sky, so glaring that pedestrians could barely keep their eyes open.

On the rooftop terrace atop a martial hall dozens of meters high, a figure sat cross-legged facing the great sun.

His upper body was bare, his solid muscles exposed. They were not exaggeratedly huge, yet the power hidden beneath them was enough to make one tremble. His skin was a healthy wheat color, as though he had stepped out of the sun itself.

With every breath, his chest rose and fell rhythmically. The Great Sun Hanging Sky Gene Method circulated through his body, and it was as if a great sun gradually emerged within his mind, its radiance shining everywhere.

The sun rose on the horizon, and streams of scorching Solar Energy surged toward Su Bei, squeezing into his body. The genes within every cell seemed to be bathed in brilliant sunlight. His body temperature rose, bringing an incomparably pleasant sensation.

Throughout the process, Su Bei's muscles, flesh, and cells seemed to be washed by warm spring rain, changing bit by bit. His exhausted body was infused with fresh vitality, brimming with energy, while the physical burden brought about by his explosive increase in strength over recent days rapidly faded away.

After a long while.

The midday sun was no longer blinding. Several circulation cycles had been completed, and his body felt full to bursting.

Su Bei exhaled a long breath of turbid air. Like steam released from intense heat, it shot dozens of meters straight ahead before slowly dispersing.

"This truly is worthy of a mid-grade Gene Method."

Su Bei sighed in admiration. "Compared with a basic Gene Method, whether in absorption efficiency or bodily enhancement, it's on an entirely different level!"

"It even has a nourishing effect. With long-term cultivation, one's yang energy will flourish, and all illnesses will struggle to invade the body!"

Su Bei rose to his feet.

He suddenly threw a punch. With a bang, the air itself let out a sharp tearing howl. The gust generated by his physical body alone seemed to drain all the surrounding air in an instant.

"Over the past half month, Great Sun Energy has finally filled my limbs and bones. My strength has increased by more than two hundred jin. It isn't much, but before becoming a martial artist, the physical body ultimately has its limits."

"I took a Marrow Cleansing Pill, so my body has enormous potential. But 3,000 kilograms is still the limit of my flesh. Unless my physique can be strengthened further, no matter how much stronger I become, when I throw a punch, my opponent might be fine while my own body fails to withstand the strain and collapses completely."

Su Bei frowned and clenched his fist. A teeth-grinding sound of flesh and bone twisting together immediately rang out. His veins instantly swelled as thick as little snakes writhing beneath his skin, as though his blood was about to burst free from his flesh and bones.

It looked exceptionally terrifying.

This was the limit of the physical body.

If he cultivated a high-grade Gene Method, perhaps his strength could increase by several hundred more jin, but that would be all.

Yet that overwhelming strength was no illusion. At this moment, Su Bei was stronger than ever before.

Su Bei even felt that he did not need the Secret Treasury Potion at all. At the limit of his physical body, he could forcibly open the first Secret Treasury Gate!

But Su Bei quickly abandoned that idea. Using an Ascension Secret Treasure to open it was more cost-effective.

Moreover, not everyone could reach their limit, and not everyone's limit could reach such an outrageous 3,000 kilograms!

Take Zhang Feiyu, for example. His physical limit was only around 2,000 kilograms.

"Fortunately, I've reached Fist Technique Perfection. My control over strength is meticulous, saving me plenty of time that would otherwise be spent mastering it."

After a while, Su Bei opened the panel to check today's Daily Mission.

3.19 Daily Mission

You and your junior sister have become quite close. While your cultivation has steadily advanced, your will has weakened somewhat. This is due to the harm caused by alcohol and lust. You decide to quit drinking.

Mission: Quit Drinking

Difficulty: ☆

Reward: Beginner Treasure Chest

Mission: Quit Drinking (Completed)

Your will is as firm as stone. Alcohol can no longer hinder your progress.

Another Beginner Treasure Chest had arrived.

"Ugh..." Su Bei sighed helplessly. Though the mission had been completed, he somehow felt no sense of accomplishment.

The Daily Missions came in all kinds of strange varieties. Thus, his missions over this period had been as follows:

Day One

You have recovered your health, improved your natural talent, and grown stronger in cultivation. Your junior sister from the inner sect has noticed you and favors you greatly. Please establish a connection with her.

Day Two

Your junior sister has invited you to the marketplace to buy sheer green clothing. Please go.

Day Three

Your junior sister has invited you to the dining hall for lunch. Please go.

Day Four

Your junior sister has invited you to cultivate together in a cave residence. Please go.

Day Five

Your junior sister says she bought a very sexy swimsuit. Please go.

Day Nine

As a former emperor, even if all your memories have been lost, your will remains as firm as stone. Please return to your junior sister and temper your heart.

Day Eleven

Your junior sister secretly cultivated the Yang Harvesting, Yin Replenishing Art behind your back. Teach her a harsh lesson!

Day Twelve

Abstain from lust today.

Day Thirteen

Excavate.

And then all the way up until today.

The missions had completely numbed Su Bei. Seriously, was this what the "sun" in Great Sun Emperor meant!?

Su Bei had even tried inviting one of Wuji Martial Hall's junior sisters to dinner, hoping to exploit a loophole, but the mission still ended in failure.

Fortunately, he had managed to complete a few missions for free during this plotline and saved up four Beginner Treasure Chests. Otherwise, he would have gained nothing during this time.

He could only hope that the emperor would break through the obstacle of desire soon...

As expected, every Beginner Treasure Chest contained Intelligence Enhancement Pills.

These items were probably distributed according to his current strength as well. Su Bei had not used them yet, intending to save them for when his martial arts realm hit a bottleneck.

... The past half month had been extremely fulfilling for Su Bei.

He had mastered the new Gene Method, while his high-grade spear technique had rapidly reached the minor mastery realm through daily practice. Great mastery was not far away either.

The speed was a little slower than Su Bei had expected. His martial arts realm in spear techniques was at great mastery, but for a high-grade martial skill, that was still somewhat insufficient. He could not master it overnight.

A martial arts realm itself was fixed and would not change because of the martial skill being practiced. Put simply, it was like a top student switching to a more difficult exam paper. Given enough time to study, a top student would still be a top student.

Even so, it had left Zhang Feiyu staring in horror and shouting that Su Bei was a freak.

After tidying himself up.

Su Bei made his way down from the top floor.

Along the way, quite a few Quasi-Martial Artists respectfully greeted him as "Senior Brother Su."

Even when he encountered actual martial artists, they would warmly call him "Junior Brother."

Ever since he had officially joined Wuji Martial Hall, this had become the norm. Of course, most martial artists were polite to him because of Zhang Feiyu.

After greeting people along the way, Su Bei soon arrived at the training ground from before. It had practically become exclusive to him and Zhang Feiyu.

Before he even entered, he could already hear Zhang Feiyu yelling inside.

"Too weak, too weak!"

"You three pieces of trash, why practice martial arts at this level? You might as well go home and grow sweet potatoes!"

"What level are you at? And you dare challenge me?"

Su Bei pushed open the door and entered.

Four people were fighting in a chaotic tangle on the training ground. Qi Force exploded everywhere, leaving the grassy field pitted and scarred as though it had gone through a small skirmish.

More precisely, three people were attacking Zhang Feiyu together.

But even combined, the three were clearly no match for Zhang Feiyu alone. His Leopard Stance had become increasingly refined, and his speed was nearly fast enough to leave afterimages. Qi Force could not even get near him, and any that struck him by chance was shattered by a single punch.

He had grown considerably stronger than he had been half a month ago. If he had possessed this strength back then, Fang Dawei and the other man truly would not have been able to hold him back.

At the moment, he was using only Leopard Stance, while his mouth continued launching magical attacks. The three skilled sparring partners were clearly getting a little high-blood-pressure, looking as though they wanted nothing more than to devour him alive.

In Zhang Feiyu's own words:

"If I don't insult them viciously, how would they dare attack me with all they have? If they're cautious even when attacking, wouldn't I have hired sparring partners for nothing?"

"Besides, it's ten thousand yuan an hour. What's wrong with taking a couple insults?"

"And besides, the strong should ruthlessly crush the weak!"

Su Bei neither agreed nor disagreed with Zhang Feiyu's words. Thinking about it, ordinary workers in his previous life might not even earn ten thousand a month, yet they still got scolded every day.

Su Bei glanced over twice, then lost interest.

Since a week ago, Zhang Feiyu had stopped asking him to be a sparring partner. Mainly because there was simply no experience in it at all. Once Su Bei had fully digested the gains from this period, Zhang Feiyu had become completely unable to match him.

Even if Su Bei held back, the gap between them in both martial arts realm and strength was far too great. Sparring no longer had any effect and could instead easily damage Zhang Feiyu's confidence—if it were truly useful, he might as well have Chen Wansheng step in. He was a genuine fifth-rank martial artist.

So Su Bei had been cultivating alone.

"There's only one week left until the Martial Artist Assessment."

Chen Wansheng, who stood at the edge of the training ground, suddenly looked toward Su Bei. "How are your preparations coming along?"