Chapter 21: You
Chapter 21: You
“Who’re you?”
Zuo Meng stared up at the living fierce beast.
“Right target.” The giant cracked knuckles like timber snapping. “Prove you’re worth it.”
No warning. The fist came like a battering ram.
This man possessed immense strength and surprising speed. The moment Zuo Meng lifted his hand, the man’s fist already smashed toward his face.
Boom!!
The single punch sent Zuo Meng sliding backward dozens of steps, his feet carving two deep trenches in the ground.
“Not bad. Try blocking another!”
The man stomped, cracking the bluestone beneath him as he charged like a raging rhino.
Brutal. Unstoppable.
No flashy techniques—just pure, overwhelming power.
The crushing air pressure forced Zuo Meng back again, but this time he only retreated half-step. Twenty years’ worth of internal energy surged through him, forming a current around his body. His hand shot out like an eagle’s talon, precisely catching the man’s fist mid-strike and halting his momentum.
“My turn.”
Young Hero Zuo had never tolerated losses since leaving the mountains. He’d exploited chances to gain masters, pulled shameless schemes—but swallowing defeat? Never.
His energy whirled violently, bursting through his palm in a spiraling shockwave. To observers, Zuo Meng’s arms seemed to twist like Tai Chi patterns before unleashing devastating force. Caught unprepared, the man flew backward and slammed into a wall, leaving a body-shaped dent.
After blasting his opponent away, Zuo Meng lowered his hand, energy subsiding.
He turned to resume searching for the storage room without checking if the man survived.
“Impressive energy! With such power, you qualify for Heifeng Fort.” The man climbed from the stone fragments, steam rising from his unharmed body despite taking a direct hit.
“I’m Xiong Gang—Lord’s second disciple, three years your senior. Call me Second Brother.” The hulking man stayed put, apparently approving Zuo Meng’s strength.
Zuo Meng ignored him.
He cared nothing for brotherhood. He came to exploit advantages—once his goals were met, even his master would mean nothing. As Zuo Meng walked away, Xiong Gang grinned and straightened his clothes, attempting friendliness in vain.
Passing several rooms, Zuo Meng soon found the storage room.
Creak!
The door opened to reveal choking dust and chaotic clutter—clearly untouched for years.
“A divine weapon?”
He pulled a frost-glinting sword from beneath an overturned table. While ordinary martial artists would treasure this blade, Heifeng Fort treated it as trash. Two centuries of Lord Black Wind’s legacy made even their scraps legendary.
“No wonder fools grovel to join—you could get rich selling their garbage.”
Zuo Meng swung the sword twice before tossing it back. Having been a creator destined for invincibility, fancy weapons meant little—his current Qinggang Sword sufficed.
“Dust powder!”
Opening a cabinet revealed a wine jar. Upon touching it, the vanished energy resurfaced.
“An undiluted full jar!”
Finding no more dust powder, he guessed new stock hadn’t arrived or mountain foot buyers took it.
“Only this?”
Satisfied nothing remained, Zuo Meng abandoned his search.
“That’s enough.”
Zuo Meng estimated digesting this entire jar could accumulate at least three hundred to five hundred years’ worth of internal energy. What did three to five centuries of energy mean? He could casually unleash Buddha’s Palm strikes with pure energy alone. Such an absurd quantity could turn ordinary martial arts world techniques into full-blown fantasy.
“Better use it now before complications arise!”
Having no fixed residence anyway, Zuo Meng refused to waste time venturing out and risking unexpected changes. Unlike those typical novel protagonists who hoarded treasures without using them, Young Hero Zuo had zero patience – if he got something useful, he’d take a bite first, just like Tang Seng would.
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He plopped down right there in the storage room and began absorbing.
His palm pressed against the wine jar. A violent energy surged up his arm, coalescing in his right hand.
One surge. Two surges. Three surges.
The terrifying rate of increase gave Zuo Meng his first true thrill since gaining these powers.
After roughly ten breaths, the dust powder was fully consumed, leaving only pale dregs. The energy within Zuo Meng now defied all reason.
“Law chains.”
His pupils shifted as interlocking chains materialized in his vision.
“Still internal energy.”
Zooming his perspective, a human silhouette appeared alongside magnified law chains. A single chain split into ten, then a hundred upon magnification. The deeper he looked, the more chains multiplied – intricate networks of rule power wrapping the human form. Close inspection revealed nearly a million chains within the silhouette, with endless subdivisions upon further magnification. This was the essence of reality itself, primal law woven into existence.
Zuo Meng’s current power only allowed tweaking the most basic human laws. Internal energy corresponded to chains around the dantian. Each adjustment temporarily loosened these cosmic constraints, mimicking how ancient true immortals severed all bonds to transcend the Three Realms and escape elemental cycles.
Though Zuo Meng couldn’t fully break free yet, he could briefly let his dantian taste immortal liberation.
This was why his energy kept growing.
Law alterations boosting power all stemmed from this principle.
“One decisive change.”
Channeling all energy into his index finger, Zuo Meng plucked at the dantian’s law chain.
BOOM!
Freed from restrictions, his dantian erupted. Energy materialized from nothingness, skyrocketing beyond natural limits.
21 years. 22 years. 30 years. 50 years. 100 years!
150 years!
200 years!!
At this threshold, Zuo Meng’s meridians screamed under the strain. His blood vessels bulged with apocalyptic energy, crimson trickling from his nostrils.