He stood up, walked to the door, and gazed out the window, lost in thought.
His gaze was deep and distant, seeming to pierce through time and space to glimpse the future.
That was the future of his original world, his future, destined to be brilliant and dazzling, shaking the world.
"I must continue to cultivate and improve my strength. Soon, I will reign supreme.
I will suppress the ancient, shatter the kings, and ascend to the immortal realm!"
...
"Brother, please wait."
"Hmm?"
Hearing the shout, Chu Chen, who was about to leave, stopped and turned back, asking, "Is there something?"
"Ahem, well, I'd like to ask..."
A tall, thin young man rubbed his fingers together, speaking somewhat nervously.
"My cultivation talent is mediocre. Do you know of any way to improve it?"
"Improve cultivation talent?"
Seeing the man's expectant look, Chu Chen couldn't help but chuckle, almost bursting out laughing.
He couldn't understand what kind of idea this ordinary person had to come to him.
His father was a ninth-tier martial artist, a powerful sword cultivator.
Although he had excellent talent, he had not yet fully grown.
He felt the current Martial Master realm was barely enough for himself.
"Martial Disciple triple peak, true qi quality five-pattern."
After a brief observation, he had a clear understanding and said.
"According to the normal cultivation path, one must at least reach Martial Disciple fourth level to be considered qualified.
If you want to break through further, you will need the aid of elixirs.
Or swallow spirit herbs to temper the body, which is very difficult. You should solidify your foundation first."
"Ah?"
The tall, thin man's face turned ashen upon hearing this.
"Alas..."
With a sigh, he turned and left.
"Who is this person? Why does he look so dejected?"
"I don't know. Probably some poor rogue cultivator.
He encountered danger while on a mission outside and was forced to flee back to the village."
"No matter the reason, it's good luck that he's alive. We aren't as fortunate."
Discussions arose from the surroundings, and these words fell into Chu Chen's ears.
A cold frost appeared between his brows.
He waved his hand, and instantly, the piled-up clothes by the table flew out.
Rumble!
The wind howled, and the robes tumbled, instantly smashing into the passersby.
"Ouch."
The crowd cried out in pain.
Chu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping across the scene with icy coldness.
He said in a chilling tone, "What are you people doing, with nothing better to do than to stand in other people's yards and gossip!"
"You scoundrel, do you know who I am? How dare you splash me with dirty water?"
A young man in brocade robes roared, drawing the saber at his waist and pointing it at Chu Chen.
"Oh? I'm a little interested. May I know who you are?" he said indifferently.
"Hmph! I am the legitimate eldest young master of the Marquis of Lingyun County's mansion. If you kneel and beg for forgiveness.
Perhaps I'll be in a good mood and spare your dog's life."
The young man said arrogantly.
"Slap~"
Before he finished speaking, a slap landed on his cheek.
"You scoundrel, how dare you hit me?" the young man roared in fury.
"A mere Martial Disciple sixth level trash, worthy of me making a move?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and struck through the air. Terrifying true qi surged, fiercely striking the young man's chest.
Bang! Crackle.
The sound of bones breaking was heard, followed by the young man's piercing scream.
He was sent flying backward like a cannonball, crashing to the ground, convulsing all over.
"Hiss."
Seeing this, everyone present gasped and took several steps back.
"This fellow actually knocked out Young Master Qin Yang!"
Chu Chen retracted his fist, snorted disdainfully, and then strode away.
Leaving behind a mess of a house and Qin Yang, who lay unconscious in a pool of blood.
"Young Master Qin Yang has been knocked out!"
"Quick, send him to the medical hall for treatment, or it will be bad if his condition is delayed."
...
On the street, people scattered, unwilling to approach this demon.
On the second floor of a teahouse not far away, a girl in a red dress leaned on the railing.
Her gaze was fixed on everything happening on the street, her eyes filled with intense curiosity.
"This person doesn't seem simple."
The girl touched her smooth, fair cheek and playfully stuck out her tongue.
"But this guy is so mean, injuring someone and not paying for medical expenses. He's just terrible!"
She muttered, then jumped down and quickly ran towards the unconscious Qin Yang.
She asked with concern, "Hey, are you okay?"
Qin Yang, who was unconscious, slowly opened his eyes and saw a beautiful and delicate face.
"Who are you?" he asked, rubbing his head and sitting up in confusion. "Why are you in my room?"
"You... I..."
Luo Qianyu was stunned, staring blankly at the young man.
Although her beauty couldn't compare to those peerless beauties who could topple cities, she could still be described as captivating.
Moreover, her lively and cute personality, coupled with a hint of spoiled willfulness, attracted countless suitors.
Yet today, a boy was striking up a conversation with her and asking a string of inexplicable questions.
"You don't happen to like men, do you?"
Seeing the dazed Luo Qianyu, Qin Yang's lips curved into a playful arc.
"But it doesn't matter. I have a good temper. As long as you behave, I promise to give you happiness in the future!"
Hearing this, Luo Qianyu's pretty face changed.
She immediately jumped onto the wall, hands on her hips, glaring at Qin Yang indignantly.
"What nonsense are you talking about? I came to help you out of a predicament."
"Help me?" Qin Yang was taken aback.
"Of course," Luo Qianyu said, lifting her chin matter-of-factly.
"Didn't you just call me trash? I always distinguish between kindness and enmity. Since you drove away those flies for me, I'll help you vent your anger."
Qin Yang blinked, a little touched, and said, "Thank you, but... I don't have any money."
Luo Qianyu: "..."
Seeing Qin Yang's annoying expression, she secretly resented him.
"I don't need money. I just need you to help me win this martial arts assessment."
She said through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with determination.
"Okay."
Qin Yang nodded, no longer refusing, and instead revealed a smile of unknown meaning.
Chu Chen's memories told him that the young woman before him was named Luo Qianyu.
She was a rather mischievous girl, who spent her days indulging in pleasure and had no ambition.
Furthermore, this girl had a bad habit of bullying the weak.
In this region, she was notorious.
She often caused trouble, and at one point, she was even caught and publicly executed.
However, because her sister was the daughter of the county marquis, she did not receive any severe punishment, only a few days of confinement.
Despite this, Luo Qianyu still did not repent.
She not only continued to travel for pleasure but also mingled with some dissolute young men.
She made friends, formed factions, and created a so-called 'Iron Cavalry Alliance,' whose sphere of influence spanned a hundred miles.