Published: February 19, 2025
CHAPTER 25: The Strongest Force
Under the setting sun, Chen Chu walked home with a shoulder bag after school.
Vehicles occasionally passed by the roadside, and shops selling clothes shouted about clearance sales through loudspeakers, offering tears and discounts of fifty percent. A passenger plane soared into the clouds above.
These images of modern civilization always gave Chen Chu a sense of dissonance, feeling they were completely out of place with the true martial style he practiced.
Chen Chu couldn't help but lament, "What a complicated world this is."
Moreover, time passed quickly; almost a month had gone by. Remembering everything that had happened during this time, a faint smile appeared on Chen Chu's lips.
Compared to his previous life, where he worked nine to five and endured days suffocated by mortgages and dowries, Chen Chu preferred the present.
However... a hint of sadness lingered in Chen Chu's eyes.
Fortunately, he still had an older brother, and the compensation from his accidental death was enough to support them in their old age.
Lost in thought, Chen Chu walked for a while until he stopped at a red light.
Around him, some people were waiting for the traffic light; couples shopping, office workers heading home for dinner, and some elderly people taking a stroll.
Standing among the crowd, Chen Chu inexplicably felt that they were fragile.
It seemed that with just a slight nudge, these ordinary people would suffer injuries. No, it wasn't just a feeling; he truly was strong now.
Strong enough to kill an ordinary person with a single punch, and he was just at the first level of heaven, yet he had this illusion.
No wonder the school and the authorities enforced strict rules forbidding cultivators from using force to threaten or harm ordinary people; otherwise, the punishments would be severe.
Compared to ordinary people, cultivators were practically a different species.
Of course, while strictly regulating cultivators, there were also restrictions against ordinary people actively provoking trouble.
But regardless of how these laws and regulations restricted them, Chen Chu keenly noticed that the power of the federation seemed terrifyingly strong.
It's important to note that this world has over two billion people, and in recent years, the number of cultivators has surged to at least over one million.
In this situation, the authorities could still monitor the world and suppress all cultivators, ensuring they wouldn't disrupt social stability while possessing such great power.
Even conflicts between martial arts schools were rarely heard of, and the online atmosphere was warm; news about conflicts among cultivators was sparse, with most discussions revolving around the gossip of ordinary cultivators.
It seemed as if a hand was deliberately blurring the lines between ordinary people and cultivators.
Ordinary people felt that although cultivators were powerful, they didn't seem that different from them, and there was no need to worry excessively or panic.
Those cultivators wouldn't dominate ordinary people; everyone existed equally. This information was prevalent online.
To achieve this, how terrifying must the required power be? At this thought, Chen Chu felt a chill in his heart.
Be low-key, practice diligently, and avoid provoking the authorities unless he had become strong enough to be invincible. Chen Chu silently reminded himself.
However, speaking of it, he actually counted as part of the authorities, or at least had some relation to them.
Because the school was an extension of the official forces.
Lost in thought, Chen Chu returned home, and in the kitchen, Chen Hu poked his head out and called to him, "Bro, I bought fish for you and cleaned it up; it's in the basin."
"Okay." A faint smile appeared on Chen Chu's face.
Due to his practice, he had been returning home late recently, and Chen Hu had taken on the responsibility of preparing dinner each day.
Chen Chu naturally wouldn't refuse this.
Kids should do more work; otherwise, what good is it to just play football all day?