Peter's life was incredibly fulfilling.
Although his days were packed, he felt his spirit becoming full.
As his Cultivation deepened, his mindset gradually began to change.
A person's mindset always changes with power.
In this World, how many Super Heroes, upon suddenly gaining power, couldn't control the changes in their minds, going astray and unleashing their negative emotions to the extreme.
Zhao Yu once considered taking in some Super Heroes as disciples, but ultimately, he rejected the idea.
The reason for this was precisely that.
These Chiefs, with the exception of a very few who took the path of villainy for various unavoidable reasons, were basically rotten wood beyond redemption.
No matter how much power you gave them, all they would think about was how to rule the World, how to destroy the World—extremely radical!
Even the true Demonic Dao isn't like this.
The Demonic Dao is also a Dao; it might cause destruction, but destruction is not the goal, and it never prioritizes destruction.
The Demonic Dao is about controlling inner demons, not being controlled by them.
Those Super Heroes, they had already destroyed themselves.
In the words of the Immortal Dao, they had lost their Dao Foundation.
Taking them into the Taiyi Sect would likely not only yield no benefits but would also backfire—although Zhao Yu wasn't afraid of a backlash, it would still be a hidden danger—after all, his ultimate opponent was the strongest god in the Marvel Universe.
Furthermore, the Dao is not to be lightly transmitted; even Demonic Dao techniques require careful planning before being spread.
After half a month of Cultivating the Pure Yang Body Refining Fist, Peter's physique and mental state had undergone significant changes.
As his vital energy became increasingly robust and his body grew stronger, he became more and more Chun Yang—though he was still as talkative, at least now when facing girls, he wouldn't constantly lower his head and avoid eye contact.
Courage was the second change.
He no longer planned to avoid Blake, the school bully.
It wasn't for the sake of his pride, nor for any other reason; he just instinctively felt that he truly didn't need to hide.
This was an instinctive reaction!
Subconsciously believing himself to be strong, he naturally became unafraid.
After half a month of Cultivation—this boy was actually a hard worker.
Every day after school, he diligently Cultivated for three hours at Zhao Yu's farm, then went home for dinner, and after his uncle and aunt went to sleep, he would secretly sneak out and practice diligently in the night.
By now, his goal in Cultivation was no longer just to avoid being bullied, but rather he found Cultivation itself to be a very comfortable and fulfilling activity.
It gradually evolved into a hobby.
Every time he finished a difficult practice, clearly experiencing that sensation of gradually getting stronger, he felt it was marvelous.
He felt his efforts were not in vain!
He felt it was very meaningful.
It was like the feeling of studying hard and getting first place in an exam or winning a scholarship.
But scholarships and first places only happen once or twice a year.
Cultivation, however, was changing every moment.
This feeling was the most profound.
Of course, what Peter didn't know was that Zhao Yu had been feeling increasingly pained—at first, one Essence Qi Pill a day was enough for the boy, but as his Cultivation deepened, it now became two!
Each pill cost fifteen points of Qi Luck—and accepting Peter as a disciple only rewarded him with three hundred points of Qi Luck, which was almost used up by now.
This was a losing business!
Peter didn't know; he only felt that Xi Fu was too good to him.
Just like Uncle Ben, no wonder he was called 'Master,' no wonder it was called 'both teacher and father.'
His heart was filled with gratitude.
That day, Peter, carrying his schoolbag, rode his bicycle like a gust of wind, and when he saw a familiar classmate, he would greet them with a sunny smile.
He used to greet people too, but his voice was very small and timid.
But now, he felt he could face anyone.
Yesterday, Xi Fu had told him to balance work and rest, to take two days off before going again.
Therefore, he was in a very good mood today.
He planned to confess to Mary.
And he would do it in front of everyone!
He would change everyone's impression of him—he was no longer the insecure and timid Peter Parker, but a new Peter Parker, full of Chun Yang, vitality, Hope, and imagination.
The school was right in front of him.
Over the past half-month, due to his Cultivation, Peter had become invisible in the eyes of almost all his classmates—in the mornings, he would time his Cultivation precisely, not wasting a minute, only going to school just before class started.
At noon, after eating alone, he would hide in the small grove to practice his fist techniques.
After school, he would dash straight to the farm.
In short, for the past half-month, he had barely interacted with anyone.
However, he was basically invisible at school before, except when collecting scholarships after exams, so it didn't attract too much attention.
Only a very few familiar Chiefs, or those sitting close to him in the classroom, slightly noticed his change.
Locking his bicycle, Peter walked into the school with his head held high and full of confidence.
From a distance, he saw someone who should have made him extremely resentful, standing at the stairwell with a few followers.
Blake, the school bully.
But at this moment, Peter suddenly realized that this person seemed so distant from him.
He knew very clearly that he now only needed two fingers to press Blake to the ground and rub him.
For a moment, that original resentment became so faint, so faint.
There was a feeling of losing interest.
He had originally thought he would seek revenge on Blake, hitting him hard in the face, but now he had no interest.
The disparity in strength gave him a completely different feeling.
Half a month ago, he was weak and insecure.
Half a month later, he was strong and confident.
With daily Essence Qi Pill supplementation and Zhao Yu's personal guidance, Peter's Pure Yang Body Refining Fist had already entered the third level—it must be said that as one of the protagonists, he always had outstanding qualities in certain aspects.
Counting the Super Heroes in the Marvel Universe, except for a very few, the others were either some genius Dr., or some CEO, or some chairman—none of them were ordinary people.
Even Little Spider, a grassroots character, was extremely excellent in his studies.
That is to say, his comprehension surpassed ordinary people.
With sufficient guidance, sufficient supplementation, and his inherent excellent comprehension, reaching the third level in half a month, possessing thousands to nearly ten thousand catties of strength with every move, and having a basic understanding of the techniques of generating power with his fists, it was only natural for him to feel this way when facing the school bully again.
He shook his head, casting aside everything from the past, no longer bothering with this guy who was once a wolf to him, but now just a Joker; he just wanted to get to the classroom and confess to Mary now.
"Hey, boy."
However, he let Blake go, but Blake didn't intend to let him go.
"Where have you been for the past half-month? We couldn't find anyone to bully, guys, don't you think he's extremely wicked? Isn't this a rare opportunity now?"
"Oh, oh, Boss Blake is absolutely right, this boy must be afraid of Boss and didn't dare to come to school!"
"..."
Peter rubbed his nose, a look of speechlessness on his face: "Guys, you should move aside, it's almost time for class, isn't it?"
"Are you showing off?" Blake slapped Peter's chest, intending to push Peter over, but he felt as if he had slapped a stone, and his arm went numb from the recoil, but he thought it was just an accident and forced a fierce expression: "So what if you're good at studying? I'll beat you up if I want to!"
As he spoke, he swung his fist towards Peter's face.
"Alright, I originally didn't want to bother." Peter turned his face to dodge Blake's fist, not moving half a step: "But since you came looking for me, I'll have to settle accounts with you."
Before Blake could react, a huge slap landed on his forehead with a 'smack'—this was a special technique Peter learned from Zhao Yu!
It was very powerful—he himself had experienced it deeply.
With that slap, Peter felt a profound sense of satisfaction from the depths of his soul—no wonder Xi Fu always smiled after giving him one.
Thud.
Blake fell flat on his face with a thud.
With two more 'smack' sounds, Blake's two followers also followed in Blake's footsteps.
After taking that slap, Blake felt his head dizzy and couldn't get up for a while.
His two followers were the same, wriggling on the ground like worms, but unable to get up.
This was a subtle technique for generating power; when it hit a person, it would make their muscles and bones ache, and hitting the forehead now, while it wouldn't make them an idiot, would make them feel groggy for a period of time.
Peter wasn't curious about their state.
Although his control over his strength wasn't exquisite, he at least wouldn't casually injure people.
He clapped his hands: "Alright guys, you can calm down here for a bit, I'm going to class."
He grinned, nodded to the other surprised classmates watching everything, and then walked upstairs.
"What did I see? The weakest kid in school beat up Blake!"
"Nothing will happen, right? Blake still can't get up!"
"Look at him, he's like a worm, so disgusting."
"I think he deserved it.
He often bullies others; now he's getting bullied back, right?"
Peter didn't care about these words.
He quickly went upstairs and entered the classroom.
He stepped in almost simultaneously with the teacher, side by side.
The bald teacher with glasses was very surprised by this—he knew Peter; he was a very smart but insecure and timid child.
If it weren't for his excellent grades, he would have almost ignored him.
However, now, he felt a vibrant, upward surging aura from this child; it was the vigorous Chun Yang!
In the classroom, almost all the students had arrived.
Peter paused his steps, his gaze swept across, lingering for two seconds specifically on the beautiful Mary, then he bowed to the teacher beside him: "Teacher, I have something very important to do.
May I borrow a few minutes?"
The bald teacher smiled: "Why not?"
"Thank you."
After speaking, Peter walked confidently to the podium: "Hey, guys!"
Everyone looked at him with great surprise.
"Is this Peter?" Harry asked a chubby kid next to him: "Does he have a brother or a sister?"
The chubby kid rolled his White: "Unless his dad brought him down from heaven."
Harry shrugged.
"I have two very important announcements to make," he said loudly, showing no stage fright, though he still felt a tiny bit nervous: "First."
He held up a finger: "I want to tell everyone that I am Peter Parker.
But I am not the Peter Parker of before.
I am a new Peter Parker.
I will not be insecure, no longer timid.
I think, if you brought your eyes today, you'll be able to see it."
"Oh, I see, Peter, I brought my eyes!"
While surprised, everyone burst into laughter together.