Chapter 6: Elite Warrior!

Chapter 6: Elite Warrior! (Add to Favorites! Vote for Recommendations! Invest in This Novel!!!)

The vision was blurred with a black-and-white mosaic filter. Even so, Jiang Zhe was astonished. This was the Universe Law—an essence few Domain masters could perceive! To put it simply, if a tree ten miles away represented the Universe Law, others could only glimpse it faintly through a telescope (their Domain), while he saw it clearly with his naked eyes.

"Did I immediately gain a Domain after breaking through to Stellar-Level and externalizing Primordial Energy? Like the Goldhorned Beast reaching Cosmic Level, was I blessed with such innate talent?"

The Divine Core's ability to boost foundational comprehension was truly heaven-defying! And this might only be a minor side effect of its power.

"Amazing treasure! My precious!" Jiang Zhe cradled the Divine Core, unwilling to let it go.

But his joy didn’t last long. The soul metamorphosis triggered by the Divine Core activated another latent potential within him. Sitting inside his Primordial Core, he clearly sensed the restless golden mental energy sphere.

"Not good—my Mental Energy is really awakening this time!"

He couldn’t stay inside the Primordial Core any longer. Fearing he’d miss this rare opportunity, he placed the Divine Core on the stone table and exited his Internal World.

He shifted the Primordial Core to his Cinnabar Palace and waited quietly. This time, the awakening didn’t start with a headache, as his consciousness wasn’t in his Cerebral Domain’s Consciousness Ocean but stored within the Primordial Core.

A surge of immense energy erupted from the Primordial Core, coursing through Jiang Zhe’s body to reshape it for the Mental Energy surge.

The process felt like pure torture.

His body turned crimson, sweat poured out, and blood seeped from his pores, staining his white pajamas red. Veins bulged like tiny snakes across his skin, a terrifying sight.

The Primordial Core continuously emitted energy, purifying and transforming his body—his skin, blood, muscles, bones, and organs all underwent metamorphosis. Cellular division and evolution!

The transformation speed surpassed even a thousandfold the rate of cultivating Genetic Primordial Energy.

Thankfully, the energy not only transformed him but also healed him afterward. Though he looked gruesome, his injuries were all external—no internal damage remained. Without the agonizing headaches, Jiang Zhe proved his toughness, enduring bone-splitting pain without fainting.

Though… it didn’t really matter. Passing out wouldn’t affect the metamorphosis, and might even make it easier.

Midway, First Brother Jiang entered the courtyard. Smelling blood, he kicked the door open, panicked at seeing Jiang Zhe sitting cross-legged on the living room floor, drenched in blood. He rushed to carry him to the infirmary.

Jiang Zhe, still conscious, stopped him.

After confirming his cousin was unharmed, First Brother Jiang sighed in relief but stayed, calling to arrange work before settling beside him.

The metamorphosis lasted about two hours, the pain gradually fading. Feeling better than ever, Jiang Zhe stood, stretched, and said, "I’ll take a shower. This stickiness is unbearable."

"You succeeded in awakening, didn’t you?" First Brother Jiang couldn’t resist asking.

Jiang Zhe smiled, swept his gaze around, and summoned invisible force. The sofa, coffee table, rocking chair, and sideboard all lifted into the air.

"Excellent! Outstanding!" First Brother Jiang’s face flushed red, even more excited than Jiang Zhe himself. "This is tremendous news—I must tell Grandfather!"

He hurried to the window, dialing on his Communication Watch. Jiang Zhe lowered the furniture and went to his bedroom for clean Hanfu before heading to the bathroom.

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Moments later, the brothers chatted across the bathroom partition.

"Xiao Zhe, the whole world knows the Jiang Clan has a sixteen-year-old Martial Artist and Mentalist who’s reaping all Earth’s benefits."

Jiang Zhe: "???"

First Brother Jiang then recounted the "Rich Ladies Mahjong Group" incident.

Jiang Zhe’s lips twitched.

"You three really are my dear mother and aunts! So last night’s sudden departure was to rush off and stab me in the back…"

Sigh, no big deal.

Talented nobodies needed to hide and cultivate quietly, but with the Jiang Clan’s backing, a little boldness could yield unexpected gains. Take the two Elite Training Camp invitations on the coffee table—Thunder Gym’s and Limit Martial Arts Pavilion’s.

Thunder Gym’s spot, the Jiang Clan could secure. But Limit Martial Arts Pavilion’s? Impossible without fighting for HR Union’s sole annual slot, bribing connections, or joining the Pavilion itself.

Yet now, a mere display of his age-defying limits had flown both invitations straight to him.

First Brother Jiang asked, "Several Legislators have sent offers to take you as a disciple. The top ones are Jia Yi and Hong. Grandfather wants to know your thoughts?"

"Can’t Grandfather teach me himself?"

"Of course! Father, Second Uncle, and Third Uncle were all taught by Grandfather. His teaching ability is proven." First Brother Jiang’s usually calm tone carried rare pride.

Jiang Zhe smiled. "Then Grandfather’s teaching is enough. I won’t bow to any Earth expert as a master."

"Xiao Di, such lofty ambition! Does even Hong, Earth’s number one expert, not qualify as your teacher?"

"It’s not about qualification—that’d disrespect Hong", Jiang Zhe replied seriously. "As a Martial Artist, I can’t say, but with my Mentalist talent, our power gap isn’t vast. He can’t teach me much."

He added, "But Hong’s Elite Training Camp is impressive. I’ll visit if I get the chance."

What he didn’t say: he aimed for the Dragon Blood, Ancient Civilization’s Gravity Chamber, and Hong’s treasured Skyfaring Needle.

"So you’ve decided? Refusing Thunder Gym for Limit Martial Arts Pavilion?"

"Why refuse? I’ll attend both—let’s see what caliber their trainees are."

First Brother Jiang blinked. "What? You mean…"

"I’ll go to Thunder Gym first, then Limit Martial Arts Pavilion, and test their trainees’ strength."

First Brother Jiang’s eyes widened. "Good heavens! You want to challenge martial arts schools? Don’t you fear death?"

A joke—but Jiang Zhe took it seriously.

"Death? Maybe. But my martial path is this: what doesn’t kill me will make me stronger!"

"Understand what you’re saying?"

First Brother Jiang’s disbelief deepened.

He heard madness in his cousin’s voice—not empty boasts, but a genuine vow to walk a life-risking martial path.

"I think Second Brother should help you loosen up and cool down."

In the bathroom, Jiang Zhe turned off the shower, shrugging.

Truthfully, he didn’t want this either.

But cultivating the Golden Human Life Blueprint demanded extracting "nutrition" from high-stakes life-or-death battles, paired with internal cultivation methods, to elevate his Life Genome and achieve total transformation.

"The Martial Artist practical exam is a small test. Hunting Beasts is my long-term livelihood. And those trainees in the top-tier camps? Prime targets for the scythe!"

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Dressed in loose, plain Taoist robes, Jiang Zhe browsed videos on his computer—his Second Brother Jiang’s Usb drive contained techniques for Spear Arts, Blade Forms, Whip Methods, Fist Combat, Claw Techniques, Body Cultivation, Shield Mastery, and more. The Jiang Clan’s profound heritage became clear as he watched generations of experts demonstrate their arts.

Half an hour later, Jiang Zhe chose his target and left for the Traditional Martial Arts Hall.

At Alloy Spire’s fifth floor, he stood before the Punch Power Tester for the third time. Recalling last night’s Striking Art, he channeled all his strength into one punch.

"Boom!"

"5235kg!"

Elite Warrior!

And this force ranked far from the bottom even among Elite Warriors.

Clang!

Second Brother Jiang’s Horse-Beheading Blade dropped, his shock rendering him speechless, his eyes a mix of disbelief and confusion.

If this were Jiang Zhe’s past life, his expression could be charted into a pie graph.

Jiang Sisi’s mouth hung open, feeling the malicious aura from her junior.

"He’s sixteen, I’m twenty. He’s an Elite Warrior, and so am I. So… where have I been all these years?"

"This is the Mentalist’s way—awaken, ascend instantly. A nuisance class early on, with ranged attacks, agility, flight, mind control, and even sneaky Annihilation Throwing Daggers while multitasking mental assaults. Close combat? Switch to Martial Artist form for a deadly surprise…"

The disparity birthed a martial artist’s gospel in Jiang Sisi’s mind.

After extending the indoor track, Jiang Zhe tested his speed at "67m/s." One high-rank Beast Soldier kill, and he’d officially be rated an "Elite Warrior."

(End of Chapter)

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