“Ji Chen! Genetic activity: 62. Vitality: 89! You’re nowhere near the passing mark for the martial arts exam!”
“In this era of global high martial arts, your aptitude isn’t even good enough to be cannon fodder! Pay the 30,000 exam fee next week. If you have no hope, quit while you’re ahead!”
Ji Chen’s fingertips brushed his youthful skin, yet he could scarcely believe he had lived through a thousand years as a Sword Sovereign. “A thousand years in a dream... Was that really a dream?” The Tai Xu Essence Condensation Art and the Profound Heaven Sword Canon were etched clearly in his mind.
The next day, in the cheapest C-grade strength-testing room: “Bang! 247 kilograms!” The alloy target caved in deeply. “One hundred meters in 7.2 seconds!” “Nervous system response... 92%! Grade A!”
Liu Meng, a thug from the cultivation center, barged in with a cigarette in his mouth. Seeing the smoking target, his eyes nearly popped out of his head. “A C-grade target tops out at 250 kilograms! What the hell did you do?!”
Ji Chen hid the faintest glimmer of green light at his fingertips and smiled. “Guess I got lucky and awakened a little ‘recessive gene.’” Looking at his parents’ delighted faces, he gazed inward at the swirling energy in his dantian. Global high martial arts? No, I cultivate the true path of an Immortal! And that broken sword in the incense burner... seems hungry?
