C4 One Punch to Defeat!

Lin Chen nodded, then shook his head, exclaiming, "Focus on the main point!"

What's this about a foundation tempering process? Is this some kind of joke? Are the ghost soldiers under the King of Hell now spouting nonsense?

Relieved that Lin Chen seemed to have no intention of parting with the jade pendant, the voice instructed, "Just meditate and let me take a look."

Lin Chen agreed with a nod. Meditating was simple enough, so he settled down right there, quieting his mind. After focusing his breath for the duration of half an incense stick, he began to channel the internal cultivation technique inherited from his family.

Initially, everything went smoothly. The spirit energy coursed through him naturally and swiftly. But soon, Lin Chen's brow furrowed in frustration.

The spirit energy had barely entered his meridians and before it could transform into Primordial Energy, it vanished without a trace!

It disappeared without any warning, as if into thin air.

Opening his eyes, Lin Chen sighed internally. Nothing had changed; it was the same old problem. His body seemed to have an issue, as the spirit energy would vanish the moment it entered, leaving him unable to gather Qi for five long years. His Energy Sea remained as empty as ever.

Unable to condense Primordial Energy, breaking through to the Body Tempering Stage was an impossibility.

"So, you've seen it for yourself, right? It's just like this. My body seems to naturally repel spirit energy, as incompatible as water is with fire," Lin Chen said, ceasing his energy circulation and standing up with a shrug of resignation.

To Lin Chen's surprise, Chen Wuji, from within the jade pendant, burst into hearty laughter upon hearing the tale.

"Hahahaha, you naive boy, unaware of the treasure you're sitting on—it's downright hilarious! When you mentioned your inability to gather Qi, I suspected this might be the case. Now it's clear I was right; you truly possess the legendary Divine Martial Bloodline!"

Lin Chen gaped in disbelief, "I can't even condense the most basic Primordial Energy, and you still believe I have the Divine Martial Bloodline?"

Chen Wuji posed a question, "Do you understand why Spiritual Qi can't be condensed and transformed into Primordial Energy?"

Lin Chen shook his head. "I don't."

"Have you noticed any changes in your body over the years? For instance, has the strength and power of your body been consistently increasing?" Chen Wuji prompted.

Lin Chen was taken aback. That was indeed the case!

Despite being at a standstill for the past five years, unable to condense Primordial Energy, he was surprised to find that his Physical Power had been steadily increasing, with noticeable enhancements every few days.

He might appear somewhat slender in clothes, but stripped down, his body was a mass of sinewy muscle, each one coiled like the roots of an ancient tree, each muscle brimming with formidable strength.

Lin Chen's breathing grew heavy. Ignoring the panic within, he earnestly requested, "Please enlighten me, senior."

The mysterious man, clearly pleased with himself, huffed, "What's this? You believe me now?"

"Yes, absolutely!"

"No more throwing away the jade pendant?"

"I won't throw it away, not ever again!"

"That's better!"

Perhaps touched by Lin Chen's earnestness, the mysterious man explained, "The Divine Martial Bloodline only reveals its extraordinary capabilities when Physical Power reaches a certain threshold. The reason you can't condense Primordial Energy is not because your body rejects Spiritual Qi, but quite the opposite. The Spiritual Qi is being fully absorbed by your body to fortify itself. Once your body reaches saturation, you'll naturally be able to condense Primordial Energy, and your cultivation speed will skyrocket."

Lin Chen was profoundly moved. He finally realized he wasn't worthless; he simply hadn't reached the right moment to condense Primordial Energy!

"Even though you're currently at Body Tempering Level 3 without mastery over Primordial Energy, your Physical Power already exceeds that of most at Body Tempering Level 5. Once you gain full control over your Bloodline Power, you'll have nothing to fear, even against those at Body Tempering Level 6," Chen Wuji said, not without a hint of admiration.

Lin Chen clenched his fists tightly, realizing the truth in the saying that the observer often sees more clearly than the participant. He had never truly assessed his own strength.

"Alright, kid, are you ready to take me as your master? I will guide you step by step to become stronger."

Lin Chen, momentarily taken aback, gritted his teeth and asked, "Senior! Is it possible to avoid cultivating in the Underworld?"

Chen Wuji fell silent for a moment before erupting in anger, "Underworld be damned! You're the ghost! I'm a spirit, not a ghost!"

Relieved, Lin Chen exhaled and nodded, "I am willing to be your disciple."

"Haha, excellent!" Chen Wuji laughed heartily, his previous irritation forgotten. A mist swirled from the jade pendant, revealing a face that could make countless men blush and women scream.

"I am Chen Wuji! Now, hurry up and pay your respects, my time as a spirit is limited."

Lin Chen bowed respectfully, completing the ritual of discipleship. Chen Wuji smiled with satisfaction, thinking how fortunate he was to not only have survived a great calamity but also to have gained a disciple with the Divine Martial Bloodline upon awakening.

Lin Chen was equally thrilled, having unexpectedly gained a master. Could this mean his cultivation prospects were looking up?

...

The following day, Lin Chen arrived at the Martial Academy early as always, but today was different; he was brimming with confidence. The issues that had plagued him for years were finally resolved, and he believed that with diligent practice, he would eventually become a formidable warrior.

After all, he possessed the Divine Martial Body!

Suddenly, amid gasps of surprise, a strong gust of wind targeted Lin Chen's cheek.

"You worthless fool! You dared to disrespect my cousin yesterday, and now I'm going to teach you a lesson!"

The aggressor was none other than Wang Qianjue's cousin, Wang Qianfeng, a fourth level Body Tempering Stage disciple known for his extreme arrogance and bullying behavior.

Lin Chen merely smiled, unfazed as if oblivious to the imminent danger. It wasn't until Wang Qianfeng's fist was an inch from his face that Lin Chen explosively shouted, ducking and spreading his legs into a perfect "horse stance," before delivering a powerful punch.

Everything transpired in the blink of an eye!

In a stunning turn of events, Wang Qianfeng's punch, thrown with full confidence, missed its mark, merely grazing Lin Chen's hair. Almost immediately, a thunderous thud resounded as Lin Chen's fist brutally connected with a spot three inches below Wang Qianfeng's ribs.

Both men appeared to be frozen, maintaining their positions without a single movement.

"Ugh... Ugh..."

Wang Qianfeng's throat emitted a series of groans. Sweat beads the size of peas dripped from his forehead, and his eyes bulged with shock, as if he had encountered a specter.

"From this day forward, anyone who dares to call me worthless will surely meet their end!" Lin Chen declared, his voice resonating powerfully to Wang Qianfeng and the other warriors within the Martial Academy.

Bang!

Wang Qianfeng's large frame collapsed to the ground, convulsing faintly and curling up, unable to even scream in agony.

Lin Chen, without sparing him a glance, stood tall and strode away. The crowd parted to create a wide path for him as he passed.

In that moment, the entrance of the usually bustling Martial Academy fell eerily silent. All eyes followed Lin Chen's retreating figure with a mix of awe and disbelief, as if they had indeed seen a ghost.