High-Tier Warrior!

It was as if a layer of black-and-white mosaic blurred his vision.

Even so, Jiang Zhe was astonished.

Those were the Cosmic Laws. Even many powerful experts who possessed domains might not necessarily sense them!

To put it another way, there was a tree ten miles ahead—the Cosmic Laws. Others needed binoculars—a domain—to barely make it out through the blur, while he had spotted it directly with the naked eye.

"Once I break through to the Planetary Level and can project primordial energy outward, will I immediately gain a domain? Will I be as innately blessed as a Golden Horn Beast advancing to the Cosmic Level?"

It had to be said, Divine Crystals being able to boost one's foundational comprehension was truly heaven-defying!

And one had to know that this might only be an insignificant side effect.

"Good treasure! What a good treasure!"

Jiang Zhe cradled the Divine Crystal in his hands, unable to put it down.

But before he could celebrate for long, the soul transformation caused by the Divine Crystal directly ignited another potential hidden within his soul.

While inside the Original Core, he could clearly sense the agitation of the dark-golden sphere of psychic power.

"Not good. My psychic power is really about to awaken this time!"

How could Jiang Zhe dare remain in the Original Core? Afraid of missing this small opportunity, he placed the Divine Crystal on the stone table and left the Inner World.

He moved the Original Core to his Crimson Palace and quietly waited.

This time, it did not begin with a headache, because his soul was not in the Sea of Consciousness within his brain at all. It was stored inside the Original Core.

An incomparably powerful surge of energy poured out from the Original Core, racing through Jiang Zhe's entire body in an instant and transforming it to accommodate the eruption of psychic power.

The entire process was nearly torture.

Jiang Zhe's whole body turned crimson. Beads of sweat seeped out, and even bloody sweat oozed from his pores, staining his plain sleepwear red. The bulging veins on his body writhed like little snakes, making for a terrifying sight.

The Original Core continuously released energy, cleansing Jiang Zhe.

His skin, blood, muscles, bones, and organs were all transforming!

His cells were dividing and evolving!

The rate of his physical transformation was hundreds, even thousands of times faster than cultivating Gene Primordial Energy.

Fortunately, that surging energy was not only responsible for the transformation—it also handled the aftermath.

Thus, Jiang Zhe only looked miserable. They were all superficial injuries, and not a trace of internal damage remained.

Without the most unbearable assault of headaches, Jiang Zhe proved himself to be a tough man. He actually endured the pain of his flesh and bones tearing apart without fainting.

Although... it was completely pointless. Fainting would not have affected the transformation, and it might even have made things easier...

Partway through, his eldest cousin Jiang Wen came to the courtyard. Smelling blood, he kicked the door open. When he saw Jiang Zhe sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, covered in blood, he panicked and hurriedly tried to carry him to the infirmary.

Jiang Zhe was still conscious and spoke up to stop his cousin.

Only after repeatedly confirming that his younger cousin was not injured did Jiang Wen let out a sigh of relief. Still uneasy, he called to arrange the company's affairs and remained by Jiang Zhe's side.

The physical transformation lasted roughly two hours. The pain gradually weakened until it disappeared.

Aside from looking somewhat disheveled, Jiang Zhe felt better than ever. He stood up from the floor and stretched his limbs a few times.

"I'm going to take a shower first. I feel disgusting and sticky."

"Mm. You awakened successfully, right?" Jiang Wen could not help asking.

Jiang Zhe smiled. His gaze swept across the room as he drew down an invisible force. The sofa, coffee table, rocking chair, display cabinet... every piece of furniture in the living room rose off the ground and floated in midair.

"Good! Good! Excellent!" Jiang Wen's face flushed red. He was even more excited than Jiang Zhe himself. "This is tremendous news. I have to tell Grandpa and the others."

Jiang Wen hurried to the windowsill and used his communications watch to make a call.

Jiang Zhe lowered the furniture back to the ground, returned to his bedroom to get a clean set of modern-style Hanfu, and entered the bathroom.

A while later, the two cousins began talking through the bathroom partition.

"Little Zhe, the whole world now knows that the Jiang Family has produced a sixteen-year-old martial warrior and Psychic Master. He's practically claimed all the benefits Earth has to offer."

Jiang Zhe: "???"

Then, Jiang Wen told him all about the Fu Tai Mahjong Club.

Jiang Zhe's mouth twitched.

You three really are my biological mother and biological aunts!

So that was why you rushed off halfway through last night's gathering—you were in such a hurry to publicly stab me in the back...

Sigh, forget it. It was not a big issue.

Only geniuses without backing needed to keep their heads down and develop quietly. With the Jiang Family behind him, being appropriately high-profile might instead bring unexpected gains.

For example, the two Invitation Letters to the Elite Training Camps of the Two Great Martial Arts Academies resting on the living room coffee table.

The Jiang Family still had ways to obtain a place at the Thunderbolt Martial Hall's Elite Training Camp.

But they had absolutely no way to get a place at the Limit Martial Hall's Training Camp.

Other than competing for the HR Alliance's sole annual spot, one could only spend heavily and pull strings, or join the Limit Martial Hall.

But now, all I need to do is show off a little and display the limit for someone my age, and both Invitation Letters will fly to my door on their own.

Jiang Zhe thought smugly.

Jiang Wen asked, "Several councilors have sent messages saying they want to take you as a disciple. The most prominent among them are Jia Yi and Ister. Grandpa wants to know what you think."

"Can't Grandpa teach me himself?"

"Of course he can. My father, Second Uncle, and Third Uncle were all taught by Grandpa. That alone proves Grandpa's teaching ability." For once, pride colored Jiang Wen's usually steady voice.

Jiang Zhe smiled. "Grandpa teaching me will be enough. I won't take any powerhouse on Earth as my master."

"Brother Zhe, what lofty ambitions! In your eyes, does even Earth's strongest man, Hong, not qualify to be your teacher?"

"It's not about whether he qualifies. That would be disrespectful to Hong." Jiang Zhe said seriously, "It's hard to say in terms of martial warrior ability, but with my Psychic Master Talent, the gap between Hong and me will not be that great. There is nothing he can teach me."

He added, "But Hong's Elite Training Camp is quite good. If I get the chance, I'll go take a look."

There was something Jiang Zhe did not say—the main reason was the Dragon Blood and Ancient Civilization Gravity Room, as well as Hong's treasured Sky-Escaping Shuttle.

"You've decided already? You're rejecting the Thunderbolt Martial Hall's invitation and choosing the Limit Martial Hall?"

"Why should I reject it?"

Jiang Wen was confused. "Huh? What exactly do you mean?"

"I'll go to the Thunderbolt Martial Hall first, then the Limit Martial Hall. I want to see what the members of their Training Camps are made of."

Upon hearing that, Jiang Wen understood instantly. His eyes widened. "Good heavens! You actually want to challenge their martial halls? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

It had originally been a joke, but Jiang Zhe took it seriously.

"Death? Perhaps. But that is my martial path. What cannot kill me will make me stronger!"

"Do you know what you're saying?"

Jiang Wen's face was filled with disbelief.

He had actually heard a hint of madness in his younger cousin's tone. Jiang Zhe was not boasting—he truly intended to practice his martial path by gambling with his life in the future.

"I think it's necessary to have your second cousin loosen you up a little and cool your head."

In the bathroom, Jiang Zhe turned off the shower and spread his hands.

He did not want this either.

But if he chose to cultivate the Golden Human Life Blueprint, he had to draw "nourishment" from one sufficiently intense life-and-death battle after another. Only by combining that with internal cultivation methods could he Enhance his Life Gene Level and completely transform himself.

"The Martial Warrior Combat Assessment will be a small trial run. Going out to hunt monsters will be my long-term meal ticket... And those trainees in the Two Great Martial Arts Academies who are extremely close to War God level are all excellent leeks!"

Dressed in a loose, plain Daoist robe, Jiang Zhe used the computer to browse through the videos on the USB Drive given to him by his second cousin, preparing to select some techniques suitable for last-minute practice.

The protagonists of the videos were all first- and second-generation members of the Jiang Family, demonstrating spear techniques, blade techniques, whip techniques, fist techniques, claw techniques, movement techniques, shield techniques... Jiang Zhe was dazzled by the sheer variety, and gained a clear understanding of his family's deep foundations.

More than half an hour later, Jiang Zhe finally selected a suitable target and left the courtyard for the Inherited Martial Hall.

Alloy Tower, fifth floor.

For the third time, Jiang Zhe stood before the Punching Power Tester. Recalling the Force Amplification Technique he had learned last night, he channeled all his strength into a single punch.

Bang!

5235 kg!

High-Tier Warrior!

And with this level of punching force, he would not be among the weakest even within the ranks of High-Tier Warriors.

Clang!

The Horse-Chopping Saber in Jiang Wu's hand fell to the floor. He was so shocked that he was speechless, astonishment and bewilderment intertwining in his eyes.

In the novels Jiang Zhe had read in his Past Life, Jiang Wu's expression would at least warrant a pie chart.

Sis Si's lips parted slightly as well, sensing the malice of the younger generation rushing toward her.

He was sixteen, I'm twenty. He's an Advanced Warrior, and I'm an Advanced Warrior, so... where exactly have I been living all these years?

The disparity of the world gave birth to a martial warrior's bible in Jiang Sisi's mind.

After extending the indoor track, Jiang Zhe tested his speed as well. It reached "67 m/s." As long as he killed a High-Tier Beast Soldier, he could be evaluated as a "High-Tier Warrior."