Fourth District, General Hospital.
"The current diagnosis is mental disorder and consciousness disruption. His brainwaves show a very strange trend, and we can't identify the cause."
The doctor said with his head slightly lowered.
Chen Yuque responded with a slight 'Hmm,' carefully observing the young man on the hospital bed. He just stared blankly, ignoring everything around him.
He's the cousin of the senior disciple, a janitor at the Martial Arts Dojo.
"Strange."
Chen Yuque muttered, pondered for a moment, and placed her hand on the young man's forehead, silently contemplating herself and him, both as a set of white bones.
The Contemplation Technique involves the mind, intention, and even soul. She wanted to try to probe into the changes in the youth.
The doctor backed away a bit.
Time slowly passed by. Chen Yuque was naturally gifted. If not for the Perfection level of 'I should see myself as such,' requiring at least ten years of nurturing the spirit and at least ten years of practicing White Bone Observation,
she would have already achieved Great Success in the Grim White Bone Observation.
Right now, what she lacked for Great Success was just the passage of time.
In her contemplation,
her own body gradually decayed, and so did the young man on the hospital bed, until they both turned into two grim white skeletons.
She gradually sensed the young man's spiritual fluctuation and found herself 'tuning' and even slowly 'linking' to him at some level.
That is, seeing what he sees, thinking what he thinks.
This was a long process.
Half an hour later.
"Got it."
The red-haired girl whispered, her vision blurred, seeing the things constantly stimulating the young man's spiritual will.
It's...a skeleton.
A skeleton sitting cross-legged, with five hearts facing the sky, indifferent, pure, its crystal-clear bones emitting a hazy light,
beside it lay countless corpses, some intact in flesh, some half-decayed, some just mere skeletal remains.
They were bowing to it.
In worship.
'Whoosh!'
It seemed as if endless corpses abruptly lifted their heads, fixing their eyes on Chen Yuque, roaring, howling, rushing up with a fierce aura!
Chen Yuque felt a chill on her scalp and quickly ran the Grim White Bone Observation, violently tearing away from the spiritual illusion.
She stepped back several steps, staggering, gasping heavily.
"So that's how it is..."
Chen Yuque was drenched in cold sweat. The young man encountered someone secretly cultivating the Grim White Bone Observation and was ensnared by the other's overflowing spirit.
But the issue is.
"Bone Generating Light... Great Success in White Bone Observation!"
"Who is it??"
Chen Yuque hurriedly made a call.
"Master, General Hospital, Fourth District... Please come quickly!"
......
Dark Alley, a nondescript small clinic.
Basement.
The young man was practicing punches, every punch and kick full of force and power, the generated gust whistling like a low growl of a mountain tiger.
Tiger Roar Fist.
The sound of the fist wind mingled with the tiger's roar, echoing in the not so spacious basement, stirring up the dust accumulated in the corner,
The dust floated up, rolling and tumbling in the fist wind,
As the young man stood firm, one hand supporting the abdomen, the other clenched in a fist, suddenly striking between the palms—a closing move, or rather a final move.
The dust in the fist wind collided together, exploding into the shape of a roaring tiger's head before him.
Once the dust settled.
Unexpectedly to Zhang Fusheng, Zhong Mountain truly practiced this fist technique to an extremely high level.
Perfection.
A fist technique at the Perfection level.
"Tiger Roar Fist..."
He breathed out a turbid breath, his muscles and bones emitting a thunderous sound.
It felt as if he had truly practiced the Tiger Roar Fist for over ten thousand days and nights, imprinting every detail of this fist technique into not only his mind but also his body.
"Before Elder Zhong passed, he'd already touched upon the True Intent of Tiger Roar Fist... If it wasn't for his terminal illness, perhaps he could have truly practiced something like Fist Intent."
Zhang Fusheng carefully savored the details of Tiger Roar Fist,
Tigers typically hunt by ambush, not by roaring, akin to a sneaky assassin striving for a hit.
In fact, feline animals tend to favor sneak attacks.
Yet when a tiger roars in the mountains, it's often to assert its dominance, intimidate foes before it, or... engage in direct combat.
Tiger Roar Fist is essentially a fist technique focused on frontal combat, open and expansive.
"Fist techniques are supposed to have levels, so which level does Tiger Roar Fist belong to?"
Zhang Fusheng murmured:
"Even if it's the lowest level, at Perfection level, it is likely quite remarkable."
He resumed practicing Tiger Roar Fist, the fist wind lifting dust to gather into a indistinctly roaring tiger head before him.
Though the dust-formed image was blurry, it contained details of an actual tiger,
Even the 'king' character on the tiger's forehead could be faintly discerned.
"If I could advance further, reaching the Breaking Limit level beyond Perfection, perhaps the tiger head shaped by fist wind would appear vividly realistic."
He closed his moves, struck his palm with his fist, causing the tiger head to explode, turning back into minute particles that scattered to every corner of the room.
Sitting down, he gulped down a mouthful of water, panting lightly.
"Half past ten."
Half an hour till eleven.
What to do about Zhong Yue, that girl?
Zhang Fusheng pondered silently. She knew he wasn't her grandfather, and he knew she wasn't his granddaughter.
Yet she still asked when he'd visit her next.
She missed her grandpa too much.
"Ah, the human affections..." Zhang Fusheng sighed, how could Zhong Mountain's son, such a bastard, raise such a daughter?
Come to think of it, Zhong Yue is a freshman at Jiang University... Surely she wouldn't be from Lishu Middle School too?
He shouldn't encounter her at the mid-July Jiang Banquet, right?
Zhang Fusheng got a shiver, quickly sent a message to Zhu Xiaoming.
A moment later.
Zhu Xiaoming: What's up, ready to go?
Zhang Fusheng: Is there a Zhong Yue at the mid-July Jiang Banquet?
Zhu Xiaoming: You asked the right person.
Zhu Xiaoming: My dad just sponsored the Jiang Banquet. Hold on, I'll check the guest list for you!
After a short while.
Zhu Xiaoming: Yes, kiddo, yes!
Zhu Xiaoming: A girl from Class Nine, admitted into the same Computer Science department as you.
Zhu Xiaoming: From the photo, she's quite pretty. Are you planning to make a move early and end your single life?
Zhu Xiaoming: By the way, how's it going with the Martial Arts Dojo?
Zhang Fusheng: Progress is good, already at First Refinement.
Zhu Xiaoming: Hmm, hmm, hmm, you're right.
Zhu Xiaoming: So are you into that Zhong Yue? Need me to be your wingman?
Reading Zhu Xiaoming's stream of messages, Zhang Fusheng rubbed his forehead, feeling a bit of a headache, but then thought that he hardly planned to study seriously anyway, so it didn't matter.
Jiang University, in Zhang Fusheng's view, was more of a 'platform.'
A platform to meet geniuses, a platform for buying, selling, trading.
The reason why he worked hard to create an identity for Zhong Mountain,
was primarily inspired by Jiangzhou University.
In his previous life, many prestigious universities had fraternal organizations. Initially, these clubs were student-founded,
but later grew into massive entities lurking in the shadows, even infiltrating upper-class societies worldwide...
The most famous being Yale University's Skull and Bones.
Not limited to universities alone, his past life also had a renowned secret society called Illuminati, or known as Illuminati.
Before reincarnation, Illuminati had just regained fame due to an island incident.
Zhang Fusheng pondered if he could create a similar organization?
After all, relying solely on personal power was too weak, and trading efficiency was extremely low, but what about a collective?
Although the Contract requires cooldown after each use, Star Beast meat can shorten or even eliminate this waiting time!
It's entirely feasible!
His thoughts wandering, he casually sent Zhu Xiaoming two messages, arranged a get-together for the following day or the day after, and then it was eleven o'clock.
Upstairs came noises, along with the sound of conversation.
"Hmm, that Zhang Fusheng is from Lishu Middle School, we're already looking into it.....not just because we need him for delivery, but mainly because I really dislike his attitude."
Zhang Fusheng suddenly sat upright.
This voice... Zhou Quan?
The next moment, the clinic door upstairs was knocked, accompanied by another person's shout conversing with Zhou Quan.
"Dr. Zhang, pay the regular fee!"