Chapter 101: Orange Yellow

“What method?”

Seeing everyone turn to look at him, Zuo Zhicheng said calmly, “When the time comes, I will lure all those monsters away, then find a way to set them on fire. Doing it far from the underground hall shouldn’t damage the Psychic Energy Fruit. By then, you can go back the way we came. But the boat might be gone, so you’ll have to swim out.”

“What about you?” Qingyue Qiu said, “The terrain here is so complicated. If you start a fire elsewhere, you might get surrounded and die.”

“So not now. I still have some methods to deal with the monsters that I haven’t used yet. But I need to stay in this Underground Palace for some time to improve my strength by consuming Spiritual Energy Food.” Zuo Zhicheng glanced at everyone. “I will soon break through a barrier. After that, I’ll become stronger and more confident in carrying out this plan.”

Hearing Ghost Fist’s words, everyone fell into thought. They believed that since Ghost Fist said so, he must truly have confidence. Such a master probably wouldn’t joke about his own life.

Qingyue Qiu thought for a moment and asked, “How many days do you need to complete the breakthrough?”

Zuo Zhicheng estimated in his mind and said, “About ten to fifteen days…” By that time, he should achieve 100% coverage of Purple Innate Qi and enter the next stage of Qi Training.

“I can solve the boat problem. We can wait for you for over ten days.”

Zuo Zhicheng smiled under his mask and continued, “During this time, you all should train more too. It could increase your chances of escaping later.”

So in the following days, the group ate, drank, slept, and relieved themselves in different rooms within the Underground Palace. However, they went out once every day to pick the Psychic Energy Fruit outside. Of course, besides what they ate these days, a large portion was prepared to be taken out.

With sufficient Psychic Energy Fruit, Zuo Zhicheng devoted all his energy to practicing the Authentic Transmission Martial Arts. Over and over again, he pushed his body to the limit, almost to the point of collapse.

But as long as he could see his Innate Primordial Breath growing at a perceptible speed and witness his Physique Strength surpassing human limits again and again, he could persist.

Because this was the power that Zuo Zhicheng had dreamed of since his previous life—a power that could surpass ordinary people, surpass power and wealth.

As days passed, Zuo Zhicheng’s strength grew increasingly. In Qingyue Qiu’s Spiritual Energy Vision, the flames on him became more and more dazzling and vigorous, as if they could burn everything in the world.

‘Our world is twisted. Whether it was the past Earth or the present Great Qi, there has never been right or wrong…’

‘All outcomes are simply due to strength and weakness.’

‘The weak are bullied, face failure, and must die. Only the strong can uphold their will and live according to their own wishes.’

‘So I will become the strongest in the Mortal Realm.’

With a soft boom, Zuo Zhicheng threw a punch. A faint white air wave flashed behind his fist and then disappeared. Though it lasted only a brief moment, it was like a supersonic plane streaking across the sky.

Tang Yuan, who faced this punch head-on, felt as if his arm was lightly grazed, yet his whole body flew out like a cannonball. He fell to the ground, then rolled over ten meters to dissipate the force and slow down before barely managing to stop.

When he stood up, he felt as if all the bones in his body had come apart.

Tang Xianghui, who had just finished picking Psychic Energy Fruit, walked over and asked in surprise, “What happened?”

“Brother Tang Yuan was sparring with Sir Ghost Fist,” Liu Changding, who had apparently watched from start to finish, said from the side. “He asked Sir Ghost Fist to give him some pointers on his Martial Arts, and it ended like this.”

During this period, not only Zuo Zhicheng practiced Martial Arts diligently after consuming Psychic Energy Fruit, but Tang Yuan and Tang Xianghui also trained very hard, though not as intensely as Zuo Zhicheng’s hellish regimen.

Precisely because of this, having watched Zuo Zhicheng practice Martial Arts constantly and thinking of Ghost Fist’s formidable strength, Tang Yuan couldn’t resist asking for advice and sparring.

But now it seemed Tang Yuan couldn’t even block one punch and was directly laid out.

“Are you okay?” Tang Xianghui called out to Tang Yuan.

“I’m fine,” Tang Yuan said, patting his somewhat numb limbs. “Sir Ghost Fist held back.”

As they spoke, they noticed Ghost Fist still maintained the posture of his earlier punch, motionless as if frozen.

“Sir, you…”

“Don’t speak,” Qingyue Qiu said coldly from the side. Her gaze towards Zuo Zhicheng flickered with a mysterious light. In her Spiritual Energy Vision, he resembled a blazing flame flower, with new heat and brilliance continuously erupting and surging from the deepest core.

A white breath exhaled from Zuo Zhicheng’s mouth. He slowly retracted his fist. The breakthrough of his Innate Primordial Breath was completed in this ordinary moment. With sufficient food and ample training, his physique had evolved once again—the third evolution after pink and purple.

Zuo Zhicheng’s Purple Innate Qi had changed from 99% to 100%, then dropped back to 99%. Because just then, through his Infrared Vision, he could see a strand of Innate Primordial Breath marked as orange yellow spreading from his chest, occupying 1% coverage.

The further enhancement of his physique also brought changes to Zuo Zhicheng’s brain. An incredibly relaxed feeling washed over him, as if everything had become simpler than before.

Whether it was past memories, learned techniques, Martial Arts, or various skills, all became vividly clear. Clearly, after the Innate Primordial Breath’s evolution, his brain was further liberated, with enhanced abilities to absorb, store, and retrieve information.

It was like a computer having its hardware upgraded.

For other Martial Artists, that was all. But for Zuo Zhicheng, the changes didn’t end there. Faint threads seemed to appear in the air within his left eye.

No, they seemed like threads, yet also like some kind of fluctuations, carrying strange sparks, propagating back and forth in the air. They were very subtle; if Zuo Zhicheng didn’t look carefully, he could barely see them.

He didn’t know yet that these were the Electromagnetic Waves ubiquitous in space. His current brain wasn’t sufficient to perceive their full picture. But when he turned to look at Qingyue Qiu and the others, he would find Electromagnetic Waves continuously radiating from their bodies, then divided into two colors.

Green, Yellow.

This was because his left eye would categorize other beings into three types based on the information contained in their body’s Electromagnetic Waves: Green for no hostility, Yellow for cautiousness, and Red for pure hostility. Of course, as a person’s time, events, and moods changed, these colors could also change, even mixing different colors.

But for now, Liu Changding and Old Man Song were relatively simple towards him—Green. Qingyue Qiu, Tang Xianghui, and Tang Yuan were Yellow. Zuo Zhicheng couldn’t fully understand the mystery yet, but after some time, he would naturally figure it out.

Additionally, during these ten-plus days, Zuo Zhicheng had killed some Corpse Humans and clarified some matters regarding killing intent, Human Aspect, and Heart Mind. He needed to test these alone again.

Zuo Zhicheng slowly spoke, “Prepare yourselves. It’s time to set off.”