Is this child named Peter Parker?"
The tall, one-eyed black man in a black trench coat was carefully watching the video.
"Yes, Peter Parker."
Beside the one-eyed man, a beautiful woman with short, shoulder-length hair and a heroic demeanor held a folder, answering seriously. Her dark blue uniform perfectly accentuated her figure.
"Hill, I remember this child should be fifteen this year, right? He looks very strong…"
"Yes, sir, the physical examination report shows that his physical strength significantly exceeds that of ordinary people, and his resistance to blows, strength, and agility are all excellent."
"I see." The one-eyed man looked at the video and said, "No special abilities, very strong physique, exquisite combat skills, with characteristics of an Eastern country. Putting aside firearms and mercy, in a face-to-face fight, none of my Agents are his match."
"So your meaning is—should he become an Agent, after all, his parents…"
The one-eyed man waved his hand: "He is still young."
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed: "Pause!"
The video paused.
Hill suspiciously leaned closer: "What did you see, sir?"
"This." He pointed his finger at a very tiny object on the screen: "When he stopped the rioters controlled by Purple Man, this fell out!"
"Maybe a button?"
Hill said.
"No, it's not." The one-eyed man said to the side, "Continue."
Then he said to Hill, "I trust my eyesight and intuition from decades as an Agent. Hill, have someone go to the police station and see if this item is among the evidence. Also, investigate why this child has these combat skills. I need to know everything about him."
"Yes, sir."
…
"You got bullied again?!"
Zhao Yu looked at Peter, who was bruised and swollen with a scab on his forehead, and was speechless: "Where did your Cultivation go? What about your Pure Yang Body Refining Fist?"
He suddenly felt that this kid might be beyond redemption.
Peter lowered his head: "Master, don't you have foresight? Or haven't you seen the news?"
"Foresight? Why would I foresee things all day long?! Am I bored out of my mind?!"
"As for the news…"
Zhao Yu said, "What news?"
Peter spread his hands: "Perhaps you should look at the newspapers accumulated over the past two days."
Zhao Yu had just broken through his retreat, so he naturally didn't know what had happened in the last two days. Hearing this, he frowned and said, "Go, bring in the newspapers from the mailbox outside."
"Oh."
Peter scurried out.
A moment later, in the Villa. Zhao Yu flipped through the newspapers one by one, sighing inwardly.
Perhaps some people are born with a mission. This kid hasn't even become Spider-Man yet, and he's already famous. And it happened in broad daylight, in front of everyone.
"From these newspapers, I only see one thing."
He threw down the newspaper and glared fiercely at Peter: "You must work harder, even harder! Look at these people? Ordinary people! A puff of air could knock them down. Look at yourself? Weak! I don't care about your chivalry; that's your attitude towards life, and it aligns with our sect's teachings. But what's with the bruises and swelling? Does it show that I don't know how to teach people?"
"Master, you don't blame me… I mean, I was in front of so many people…" What Peter heard was the phrase 'I don't care about your chivalry.'
Zhao Yu waved his hand: "Sit down."
Peter obediently sat down.
"I said you didn't do anything wrong. Helping others is always better than harming others; it saves me more worry." He said, "However, if you were to harm people, destroy the World, or rule the Earth, then as your master, I would only be able to clean house."
"Uh… Master, what does 'clean house' mean?" He asked cautiously.
"If you disgrace me, do you still have a reason to exist?"
Hearing this, Peter shivered and quickly shook his head: "No, absolutely not."
"Good, then." Zhao Yu nodded slightly: "Where are the Essence Qi Pills I gave you? Have you eaten them all? These are all superficial injuries; after taking the Essence Qi Pills, just practice a few rounds of punching and kicking to refine the stagnant blood, and you'll be fine, right?"
"That…" He scratched his hair: "There was one left, but I don't know where I lost it. Maybe when I was fighting with those people…"
"Lost it?" Zhao Yu frowned, his heart aching.
He glared at Peter: "Fighting? Was that even a fight? Get out! You're not allowed to eat until you've practiced twenty times today!"
"Ah?!"
Peter, with a long face, had no choice but to go out and practice his Pure Yang Body Refining Fist.
Watching Peter leave, Zhao Yu pondered.
"This kid exposed his fighting skills. Although not astonishing, they won't escape the eyes of those with intentions."
"Perhaps, someone will come knocking soon."
"And Purple Man… Who is this? His actions are deranged. Such a person, even if you don't provoke him, might bring disaster. Since Peter is already involved, it's inevitable…"
"Being able to control people's behavior… I'm not afraid."
Zhao Yu's thoughts churned.
He didn't know who Purple Man was. He only vaguely knew about the famous Super Heroes in the Marvel Universe; everything else was unclear.
As for controlling people's minds, perhaps the bald Professor at the Mutant school is the most powerful, or that Mind Stone is also a great weapon.
As for the others, Zhao Yu didn't care. Or rather, he didn't care about any of them.
He had a shiny black system in his mind. To control him, one would have to subdue the system first. But Zhao Yu didn't think Professor and the Mind Stone could do anything to the system.
One must know that the system's goal is directly aimed at O-A-A. Gems and such are minor things, incomparable.
Even without the system, Zhao Yu didn't believe he would be easily controlled.
This is closely related to will. If the will is strong, who can control it?
He believed his willpower was not weak.
"My peaceful life may be gone forever… But isn't this what I need?"
He thought to himself.
…
While Peter was being drilled to death by Zhao Yu on the farm, his uncle, Ben, and his aunt, Mei, were also incredibly troubled.
Ben, carrying a double-barreled shotgun, fiercely drove the reporters out: "Get out of my house! Peter isn't giving any interviews, get out!"
Amidst a flurry of chaos, the reporters cursed the stubborn old man in their hearts but could do nothing to him. They could only stake out outside, unwilling to leave.
"Excuse me, perhaps we've disturbed you two." But there were still others who were not reporters. They were well-dressed, in suits and ties.
"So, what are you here for?" Ben frowned.
"It's like this. I am a Chiefs of Adidas' New York branch. We see Mr. Peter's commercial value, and we plan to pay him one million U.S. dollars to endorse our products…"
"Get out!"
Ben's eyes widened: "Peter is still young; he won't accept any commercial endorsements!"
"Please listen to me, one million for the first year, and if things go well, a twenty percent increase annually, you see…"
"Get out!"
Ben pointed fiercely outside the door.
The Adidas Chiefs could only spread his hands: "Alright, Mr. Ben, this is my business card. If you change your mind, call me."
Watching the man leave, Ben crumpled the business card and threw it directly into the trash can.
Then, with a clang, he closed the door.
He sat down on the sofa, somewhat tired, and said to Mei, "Perhaps, we should move."
Mei was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry: "This child, in such a short time, has caused all this trouble…"
Ben shook his head: "He also meant well. It's just that this World is a World of money… He's still too young; I can't let him be corrupted by these negative influences."
"Then, we should go see his Master." Mei said, "Let's hear his opinion."
"Let's go now."
Ben stood up, changed his shoes, and grabbed his coat: "Together."
…
As Cultivation deepens, the demand for resources will become increasingly high.
Zhao Yu completed Forging Body, consuming a total of about three thousand Qi Luck points worth of Essence Qi Pills. Peter, however, does not have Zhao Yu's self-enhancing physique. At his current pace, by the time he cultivates the Pure Yang Body Refining Fist to perfection and completes Forging Body, it will likely require at least four to five thousand Qi Luck points worth of Essence Qi Pills, or even more.
Using Qi Luck points to exchange for Essence Qi Pills for Cultivation is too extravagant; Zhao Yu had to consider other methods.
Earlier, he had nearly a thousand Qi Luck points left. After Peter caused this incident, the system rewarded Zhao Yu with five hundred Qi Luck points, bringing the total to about two thousand.
Zhao Yu planned to do it himself—exchange for pill formulas, exchange for a pill furnace, exchange for alchemy methods, and become self-sufficient. To break free from reliance on the system.
He threw an Essence Qi Pill to Peter, telling him to continue practicing his Pure Yang Body Refining Fist, and then Zhao Yu began searching in the system's exchange.
A few minutes later, eight hundred Qi Luck points bought him a half-human-tall magical artifact-grade pill furnace, a formula for Essence Qi Pills, and an introductory foundation for an alchemy scripture.
The introductory foundation for the alchemy scripture was the most expensive, at five hundred Qi Luck points!
But Zhao Yu felt it was worth it.
Although it was only an introductory foundation, common elixirs applicable to the Qi Refining stage and below were no longer a problem—as long as he was proficient and experienced, refining them would not be difficult.
However, the premise was to have enough herbal materials!
Helplessly, Zhao Yu had to exchange for seeds of over a dozen raw materials for Essence Qi Pills from the system—Primordial Essence Grass, ginseng, Solomon's Seal, and so on. These were cheap; a dozen packs of seeds, each with ten thousand grains, only cost about a hundred Qi Luck points in total.
With the seeds in hand, Zhao Yu turned and entered the cave-heaven, scattering these seeds around a small mound that he had gradually transformed at the center of the cave-heaven.
The spiritual pulse of the cave-heaven was beneath this small mound. Planting the seeds here, nourished by the densest spiritual energy of heaven and Earth emanating from the spiritual pulse, they should mature quickly.
However, in the short term, trying to refine Essence Qi Pills himself was still a pipe dream.
Emerging from the cave-heaven, Zhao Yu glanced at Peter, who was diligently practicing his Pure Yang Body Refining Fist outside, then sat cross-legged and began to comprehend the basic alchemy methods from the alchemy scripture.
Suddenly, Zhao Yu opened his eyes.
He sensed that someone was about to approach the farm.
"Peter."
He called out: "Go to the door, someone is visiting, bring them in."
Peter stopped his practice, said "Oh," and scurried out.
At the door, an old pickup truck rumbled over, and Ben and Mei stepped out of the vehicle.
"Uncle, Aunt?!"
Peter said, "Why are you here?!"
Ben and Mei walked up and hugged Peter: "Are you waiting here to greet us?"
"Master said someone was visiting and told me to come out and see. I didn't expect it to be you…"
"Then take us to see your Master."
"Mm."