With this subtle potential connection, it was considered a preliminary recognition of ownership. Once he had magic power, combined with Qi and blood, and refined it daily, it would naturally become complete and unhindered.
Then, Zhao Yu chose this farm as his base and settled down the blessed land, which he directly named Taiyi Cave Heaven.
A faint glow flashed, and the blessed land in his palm disappeared.
However, in Zhao Yu's mind, he already knew that Taiyi Cave Heaven had merged with the farm—though it couldn't really be described that way. The Cave Heaven and the farm were in the same space but not on the same plane; in the language of this World, they were not in the same dimension. It was just that Taiyi Cave Heaven, due to Zhao Yu, was closely connected to, or rather, covered, the farm.
To enter Taiyi Cave Heaven, unless Zhao Yu allowed it and bestowed a pass imprint, one would need to reach a certain standard of magic power and cultivation to see through dimensions.
This was also because Zhao Yu had not fully refined the Cave Heaven. Once he refined the Cave Heaven and could control it at will, even those whose magic power and cultivation exceeded a certain standard would find it very difficult to locate the Cave Heaven.
Ordinary people who entered would see the farm's original appearance.
However, with Zhao Yu's permission, one could enter and exit Taiyi Cave Heaven.
After settling the Cave Heaven, Zhao Yu had a thought to transform the Cave Heaven—but he overestimated himself, or rather, because he hadn't fully refined the Cave Heaven, the transformation was exceptionally difficult.
He only projected the general topography of the farm into the Cave Heaven, giving the Cave Heaven's terrain some of the farm's framework, and that was all.
Just by seeing Zhao Yu sweating profusely and looking exhausted, one could tell how much this action consumed his essence, Qi, and spirit.
He had to stop and recuperate for a while before recovering.
It was also fortunate that his physique was special; if it were an ordinary practitioner who had just stepped through the threshold, without the ability to directly utilize the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, it would probably take three to five days to recover.
"There's no shortcut," he mused, "If my cultivation were profound, I could do it with a single thought. But I am still in the Forging Body stage, and I haven't even refined a trace of magic power. Relying solely on the initial connection from the Cave Heaven's preliminary recognition of ownership isn't enough."
"But there's no hurry. For now, there's only one disciple, and he's even here by force..."
Thinking this, Zhao Yu decided to leave things as they were for now.
The sect currently had no need for the Cave Heaven's environment, and he himself was still Forging Body, with no demand for spiritual energy. Entering or not entering the Cave Heaven didn't matter.
As for Tony... Zhao Yu knew that this forcibly acquired eldest disciple, if this World remained peaceful, and if he wasn't handled properly, would probably never be willing to come here.
Zhao Yu could force him to stay here, but the path of cultivation could not be forced. If the person was there but his heart wasn't, what good would it do? It would probably even have the opposite effect.
Secondly, Zhao Yu also guessed that, whether due to Tony's inherent beliefs or his hatred towards himself, the Qiankun Fulu Lianqi Method he imparted to him would probably suffer collateral damage. It might be put aside, even if it was imprinted in his mind.
However, Zhao Yu believed that the Qiankun Fulu Lianqi Method had enough appeal—Tony would notice it sooner or later!
All of this was within Zhao Yu's calculations.
He intentionally went with the flow—Tony Stark currently only had the titles of playboy, genius, and billionaire. As for the title of Iron Man, it was still unknown when he would put it on.
And for Zhao Yu, Tony with the Iron Man title was far more valuable than the other three titles combined!
Only Tony as Iron Man was truly one of the main characters, and only he had the true protagonist's luck.
This was what Zhao Yu wanted.
...
Brooklyn High School is a private school located at the junction of Brooklyn and Queens. It's not far from Zhao Yu's farm, about four or five kilometers.
Every morning, Zhao Yu would, like an ordinary person, put on his sportswear and jog from the farm to the vicinity of this school.
Here, there was someone worth Zhao Yu's attention.
He had been observing this person for two or three days.
Peter Parker.
That is, the future Little Spider.
During the time of divine possession, Peter Parker's whereabouts were left in Zhao Yu's mind, and finding him now was a matter of course.
Running all the way to the entrance of Brooklyn High School, Zhao Yu's face wasn't red, and his breathing wasn't ragged. As if no one else was around, he entered a small grove next to the school gate, under the strange gaze of the security guard, and slowly began to practice Tai Chi.
This set of boxing techniques was the authentic Tai Chi that Zhao Yu exchanged from the system for twenty Qi Luck points, complete with breathing techniques, general principles, and moves.
It was specifically used for—showing off.
These past few days, under the nose of the high school security guard, he treated the small grove at the school entrance as a park and practiced his boxing. This made the security guard feel strange, but it also piqued some curiosity.
Not just the security guard, as the time approached eight o'clock, students arriving for school also became curious about this strange person who had appeared here for two or three consecutive days. In twos and threes, they would occasionally point and whisper.
Peter was thin and weak, and his appearance was ordinary. Apart from being good at studying, he had no attraction in the eyes of most girls.
Therefore, he had no luck with women.
Even with his childhood sweetheart and neighbor, Mary-Jane, he rarely managed to speak to her.
He secretly loved her but was too insecure to say it.
Every morning, he would wait for Mary to leave, then follow her.
Teenage boys always have many fantasies. He felt that just being able to look at Mary's back was a very beautiful thing. Maybe one day Mary would turn around and see him? Suddenly discover his shining qualities? And then fall in love with him?
Of course, he was overthinking.
Just entering high school and being in the same class as Mary, he thought his chance had come. But the appearance of the brilliant Harry Osborn made him feel that his 'first love' might be coming to an end.
Although he was unwilling, this kind boy had no other thoughts, only blaming himself and regretting his own incompetence.
Aside from suffering setbacks in love, Peter also didn't have a good time at school.
Every school always has academic elites, some are good at studying, others are bullies.
Brooklyn High School had such people.
Such people fully displayed a certain human flaw—bullying the weak and fearing the strong!
In Zhao Yu's view, this was an extension of seeking advantage and avoiding harm. School bullies needed to demonstrate their power by bullying people and making examples of others to achieve their goal of dominating the campus. They dared not touch the powerful, the rich, or the influential, so weaklings and losers like Peter Parker were the best targets.
Since the start of school, the first week was fine, presumably because the bullies were observing their targets. From the second week onwards, Peter suffered.
In the classroom, he would be constantly mocked, ridiculed, and provoked. During physical education class, they were even more unrestrained. They would casually seize on a small matter, like him looking at a bully, and it would lead to a beating.
"What are you looking at?"
"What's wrong with looking at you?"
"Try looking again?"
Of course, this was impossible.
He got beaten on the first look.
If it were in the restroom or a corner, Peter could endure it. What else could someone like him do but endure? But the key was that the school bully often severely beat him in front of Mary-Jane—Peter's crush.
His dignity, his face, were crushed to pieces!
This made him exceptionally frustrated.
Sometimes Peter would fantasize that one day, in front of Mary, he would slap the school bully to the ground, and then Mary would throw herself into his arms.
But after the fantasy, only powerlessness remained.
All he could do was seek advantage and avoid harm—try not to run into the school bully.
Pushing his bicycle, looking at the curvaceous back of one of the girls in front, Peter's heart was filled with longing.
As he approached the school gate, he planned to quickly catch up, pretending to have met her by chance, ready to greet Mary. Inadvertently, he glimpsed the figure in the small grove nearby.
He paused slightly, stopping in his tracks.
Zhao Yu's senses had always enveloped this area. As his cultivation deepened, the special instinct of his body also grew stronger. Initially, it was only ten meters in radius, but now, after completing Forging Body and stepping into the first refinement of Chaos True Body, this range had expanded to a hundred meters in radius.
Peter followed behind Mary, and every change in his facial expression was seen by Zhao Yu.
Just as Peter inadvertently looked at him, he happened to throw a punch, silently punching a hole through a tree as thick as a waist.
Gracefully withdrawing his arm, Zhao Yu finished his practice and stood still, exhaling a long stream of White Qi, like an arrow shot from a bow, it traveled three or four meters before slowly dissipating.
Then, he turned around, seemingly inadvertently met Peter's gaze, smiled and nodded at him, then stepped away.
Peter's mouth hung open. Watching Zhao Yu's seemingly slow but actually fast retreating back, he let out a shout, and under the gaze of the surrounding students who looked at him like a madman, he rushed into the grove.
He touched the big tree, wanting to confirm that it wasn't fake—indeed, it wasn't fake.
He then put his hand into the incredibly fresh, large hole, pulled it out, and his hand was covered in fine wood shavings—he was sure they were finer than machine-produced wood shavings, like flour!
"He... how did he do that?"
Peter murmured to himself.
That day, Peter told everyone he saw about what happened that morning, Harry, Mary... his classmates were all fed up with him.
But to Peter's frustration, not a single person believed him.
Even Mary thought Peter was resorting to this tactic to attract her attention. In fact, many classmates thought so too.
They felt that Peter had finally caught on, but his method was very ordinary.
Peter saw that they didn't believe him and wanted to pull them outside to see for themselves, but the school bully suddenly appeared!
As a result, Peter was beaten up again.
Standing up, bruised and swollen, Peter looked at the school bully's triumphant back and clenched his fists tightly.
...
The next morning, Peter was an hour earlier than usual.
When he arrived at the school gate, apart from the security guard who had just started his shift, it was quiet, with no one else around. He looked around, hunched over, and slipped into the grove, then took out a camera from his backpack.
"I'll film it, then let's see your expressions!"
This was Peter's plan.
After all, he was still a teenager. Although a little cowardly, he was young and spirited, and he always wanted to prove himself—he couldn't beat the school bully, but he could at least use facts to prove them wrong, right?
He also secretly prayed, hoping that person would definitely come today and display that extraordinary strength!
He first photographed the hole in the tree from yesterday from different angles, then found a good hiding spot and waited quietly.