C5 The System Is Awesome(1)

Even though Lee Tianhu had managed to acquire three skill fragments, the sect was unable to exchange them for him. Only Wang Yufei had the ability to use the system for such an exchange, and Lee Tianhu was blissfully unaware of this fact.

No one had informed Lee Tianhu that the skill fragment was of no use to him. Yet, he treasured it as if it were a rare find, stowing it away in his storage bag with great care. Paranoid about discovery, Lee Tianhu fled the scene as swiftly as a thief in the night.

Wang Yufei had fully acclimated to the pain by now, and the intense sensation was gradually fading away. Before long, he felt a surge of strength throughout his body, a testament to the efficacy of the Bone Refining Pill, which had nearly mended his injuries.

Despite not having awakened his innate talent and still considered worthless, Yufei was undeterred. He was of an age where he should have known his talent, yet it remained a mystery. However, the reward he had recently chosen was a cultivation technique known as Thunderbolt Divine Fist.

Simple as it was—a one-star, low-level fist technique—it was an invaluable asset to Yufei. He wasted no time retrieving the Thunderbolt Divine Fist from the warehouse and began his training.

Armed with a Double Cultivation Experience Card, Yufei was confident that with a bit of effort, he could master the Thunderbolt Divine Fist by the end of the day. Then, should Lee Tianhu seek a rematch on behalf of his cousin, Yufei would be ready to stand his ground.

Yufei's previous defeat at the hands of Lee Tianhu could be attributed to his lack of a personal cultivation technique. Now, with the formidable Thunderbolt Divine Fist at his disposal, he felt a newfound confidence. He believed he could spar with Lee Tianhu for several rounds, though the outcome of their potential clash remained uncertain.

Immersed in mastering the Thunderbolt Divine Fist, Yufei was jolted back to reality by the sound of footsteps and the relentless pounding on the cultivation room's door. The persistent knocking pulled his focus away from the technique.

Fortunately, Yufei's transmigration from Earth had endowed him with a more robust Spiritual Force than most. Had it been the previous owner of his body, such an interruption during cultivation might have resulted in severe internal injuries, if not death.

Despite the situation, a trickle of blood slowly seeped from the corner of Wang Yufei's mouth. His eyes gradually opened, glaring outside with a hint of loathing. His fists were clenched tight; it was clear that those on the outside were intentionally causing trouble.

Any intelligent person would understand that those in deep cultivation should not be disturbed by external noise. Yet, here they were, relentlessly pounding on the door of the cultivation room. Were they not purposefully trying to harm Wang Yufei?

As to whether they knew who was inside, Wang Yufei didn't need to guess. Someone was already eagerly raising their voice in a raucous yell.

"Wang Yufei, you worthless piece of trash, come out here right now! Who gave you permission to cultivate here? You're not fit for it! If you don't come out this instant, I'll break in and you'll wish I hadn't!"

The voice was unmistakably Zhang Tianmeng's, slightly less formidable than Lee Tianhu's. While Tianhu was a nine-star warrior, Zhang Tianmeng was an eight-star warrior.

Wang Yufei rose to his feet and hit the button to open the cultivation room. The door thundered open, revealing a crowd that seemed to take pleasure in his predicament.

Just as Zhang Tianmeng was about to strike the door again, his fist raised and his body poised like a tiger ready to pounce, Wang Yufei's door swung open. If Yufei had delayed any longer, Zhang Tianmeng might have demolished the door entirely.

Wang Yufei looked at Zhang Tianmeng with a detached air and let out a laugh. It was a mocking laugh, and for some reason, Zhang Tianmeng felt that today's Wang Yufei was different from before.

Zhang Tianmeng couldn't help but retreat several steps, prompting curious glances from the onlookers.

"Whoa, Brother Fierce, are you actually scared of this loser? Didn't you just say you'd beat Wang Yufei like a dog in front of us and then toss him out? Why are you backing down now that he's shown his face?"

"Look, Zhang Tianmeng, don't waste my valuable time. I only left the cultivation room because I heard some noise. Otherwise, I would have made a breakthrough by now."

As the mocking laughter echoed around him, Zhang Tianmeng had an epiphany about what had just transpired. How could he have been frightened off by such a nobody? If his family found out, the blow to his status would be inconceivable.

He couldn't allow himself to be intimidated by a nobody. With that, Zhang Tianmeng's expression changed as he turned to the young man beside him.

"Listen, you've all got it wrong. The reason I backed down was to show respect to Young Master Wang. No matter how irritating Wang Yufei may be, he's still the cousin of Young Master Wang," Zhang Tianmeng cleverly concocted an excuse for his earlier retreat.

Even though Wang Tianmeng didn't understand why he had been intimidated by just one look from Wang Yufei, the excuse was plausible. It inadvertently paid respect to Young Master Wang and put everyone else in their place.

Indeed, Young Master Wang was Wang Yufei's cousin and Wang Xianglan's biological brother. Yet, Young Master Wang held Wang Yufei in contempt, believing his very existence brought shame to the family's and the sect's reputation.

Because of Young Master Wang's association with a cousin deemed worthless, many found it amusing, though they wouldn't dare mock the family to their face. Understanding the whispers and rumors, Young Master Wang scoffed and stepped back, addressing the situation with a detached air.

"He's not my cousin. I won't get involved in your dispute with him. But let me warn you, don't associate me with him in the future. I can't afford that kind of embarrassment."

Wang Yufei inwardly sneered. Before being labeled worthless, he had a harmonious relationship with Young Master Wang, even teaching him the basic stances of martial arts.

Now, as the butt of jokes and regarded as worthless, Young Master Wang was quick to sever ties with Wang Yufei, who was once a formidable assassin on Earth.

Wang Yufei's skills were entirely centered on the art of killing. Unlike on Earth, where he didn't rely on firearms or daggers, in this world where might makes right, everything hinged on one's physical prowess and strength.

Wang Yufei didn't spare Young Master Wang another glance, as if affirming the latter's assertion that they were strangers. His icy gaze was fixed solely on Zhang Tianmeng.

Approaching Zhang Tianmeng, Wang Yufei inquired with curiosity, "I was in the midst of cultivation within the cultivation room. For what reason did you blast the door open? What was your intention? Haven't you heard that it's forbidden to disturb someone who is deep in cultivation?"

The frigid aura enveloped everyone there, sending involuntary shivers down their spines, particularly Zhang Tianmeng, who felt a creeping coldness starting from his heels and gradually enveloping his entire body, making his scalp tingle with numbness.

Yet, Zhang Tianmeng was an eight-star warrior; he wouldn't be intimidated by one of three-star caliber. Despite his unease, he mustered his courage and met Wang Yufei's stare head-on.