Chapter 5

The ancestral home of the Sun family was located in the southern outskirts of Luoshan City. It was actually just two wooden houses. This place, where even birds wouldn't defecate, was also close to a restricted area, and no one would want it even if it were given away for free. The so-called restricted area was a region where monsters and strange beasts frequently appeared in the wilderness. During the several Snor River Wars, the JW Alliance, the archenemy of the humanoid alliance, repeatedly attacked the planet Domyr and conducted mutation experiments on the species on the planet, attempting to destroy the ecological balance in this way.

Despite the danger of the location of the ancestral home, Sun Yan and his father would still come to clean it every summer. According to his father, he and his mother used to live here very happily.

In Sun Yan's view, his father and mother must have had some very happy memories here, otherwise, he wouldn't have been born.

The two wooden houses were filled with miscellaneous items, which Sun Yan considered to be trash, with nothing of value. The only valuable thing was a small wooden box.

Putting down his backpack, Sun Yan began to clean, but his method was very strange.

He wiped the table for 5 minutes, cleaned the windows for 5 minutes, wiped the table again for 5 minutes, organized the clutter for 5 minutes, and mopped the floor for 5 minutes. No task took more than 5 minutes, and he repeated this cycle. After 40 minutes, he had skillfully cleaned the ancestral home.

Sitting on the ground, Sun Yan sighed, "It's over. Another year, and I'll be 16 soon."

At 16, with his grades, even the worst higher college wouldn't accept him unless he paid for it himself, which would be a huge sum of money. His father, Sun Xiang, only earned 20 credit points a month, and this amount of money would literally work him to death.

"Without entering a higher college, there's no way to get better martial arts training," Sun Yan's face was blank, and then he laughed, "I just reached the body-forging stage, and I'm already thinking about the future. I must be daydreaming too much."

A week ago, Sun Yan had just reached the body-forging stage, which made him extremely happy. He excitedly reported this to his homeroom teacher. As expected, no one paid attention to a student who only completed the body-forging stage at 16. Except for his best friend, Mu Tong, most people still considered Sun Yan a waste, as the difference between the two was minimal.

Taking out a black player from his backpack, he adjusted it and pressed the button.

Static...

The screen flickered twice, and then a scene that made the blood boil appeared. A group of naked men and women were entangled together, limbs intertwined, and lascivious moans drifted out of the player.

The content was obvious, the type of movie that men loved most—adult films, commonly known as "small movies." If someone saw it, they would definitely say it was heavy taste, a naked assembly.

Sun Yan put on headphones, closed his eyes, and listened for a while, savoring, "The sound quality is really beautiful. It's a pity I've never seen a live show. I wonder when I can fulfill my wish!"

After a moment, Sun Yan opened his eyes, and his expression changed. The intoxication faded, and a calm expression gradually replaced it. He stared at the screen, and the desire in his eyes gradually diminished. By the time the movie was halfway through, Sun Yan's eyes were clear.

He casually removed the earplugs, stood up involuntarily, lowered his shoulders, and tightened his abdomen, looking straight ahead.

He took a half-step with his right foot, paused slightly at the waist, clenched his left hand into a fist and held it at his waist, and his right hand shot out.

Whoosh!

A whip-like shadow flashed in the dim wooden house, the "Three Forms of the Warrior" - Whip Form.

His left foot followed, his waist like a hanging bell, exerting force outward, his left hand changed from a fist to a palm and shot out, joining his right arm to chop powerfully.

Bang!

The air rang with a crisp sound, as if an axe had split the darkness, the "Three Forms of the Warrior" - Axe Form.

His legs bent slightly, his waist exerted force, and his body sprang like a spring. His arms swung out, whistling sharply, the "Three Forms of the Warrior" - Sword Form.

This was the basic combat technique taught at Nanying Academy, the "Three Forms of the Warrior," which was not even the lowest rank. Sun Yan had been practicing this technique for three years and had just barely reached the initial mastery level.

He practiced the "Three Forms of the Warrior" repeatedly until his sweat soaked through his clothes and his body could no longer support it. He sat on the ground, panting heavily, "Damn, I've been practicing for three years and am still at the initial mastery level. Am I really that untalented?"

To become a martial artist, the first step was to complete body-forging, as the body was the container for inner energy. Only after completing body-forging could one explore and understand the sense of qi, thus forging the body and gathering energy to become a first-level martial artist.

In terms of talent, although Sun Yan's martial arts talent was average, he shouldn't have completed body-forging at 16. The key reason was that Sun Yan's attention was particularly easy to be distracted, and he could never focus on anything for more than 5 minutes.

His best friend, Mu Tong, gave this problem a vivid name—5-minute concentration syndrome.

For any martial arts technique, calming the mind and purifying thoughts was fundamental. If one couldn't concentrate, their martial arts progress would be as slow as a snail. At 8, he first came into contact with adult films and found that watching such movies could make him quickly enter a clear state when his primitive desires were aroused. This discovery improved his practice.

However, it was only a slight improvement. Compared to the average person's practice speed, it was like changing from a snail to a turtle. After that, a series of bad reputations arose for Sun Yan.

Watching adult films in martial arts class was for practice; peeking at women's underwear was a negative influence from the 8-year war; and sleeping with his eyes open was due to his easily distracted attention, which quickly led to sleep.

"I'm as pure as a sheet of white paper." This was Sun Yan's consistent self-proclamation.

Sitting on the ground for a while, Sun Yan stood up and walked to the corner, slowly opening the small wooden box.

"Earth Calendar 4313, April, J7432 flight to Paradise Star crashed. The specific cause is still under investigation. Of the 4800 passengers on the ship, 4788 were confirmed dead, and 12 were missing..."

"J7432 flight crash cause still unknown, relevant departments are actively investigating..."

"12 passengers' bodies not found, 72 hours after the crash..."

The small wooden box contained nothing but a thick stack of newspapers. Thirteen years ago, the J7324 interstellar flight crashed, and his mother was on that flight.

Taking out a bottle of alcohol from his backpack, he uncorked it and took a big gulp. The spicy taste spread through his throat and instantly throughout his body. Each time he opened a newspaper, Sun Yan took another gulp of strong alcohol. His eyes quickly turned red, misty with tears. From childhood, he had never seen his mother's face, not even a photo.

His mother, Yuan Muhua, was one of the 12 missing passengers. Although the survival rate of missing persons on interstellar flights was extremely low, being missing meant there was a chance of survival. Perhaps his mother was still alive, and one day, she might suddenly appear before him.

Since he was 6, Sun Yan had collected the newspapers about the accident, hoping to find some clues. These newspapers were his only connection to his mother, whom he had never met.

Sun Yan carefully flipped through each newspaper, muttering, "It's all that damn old man's fault. He got drunk and destroyed all the photos of you, Mom..."

"Mom, don't blame Dad. He didn't do it on purpose. Dad works 12 hours a day to support us. He's very hardworking, don't blame him..."

"These newspapers are really unprofessional. They don't even publish photos of the missing people..."

After flipping through the thick stack of newspapers from beginning to end, Sun Yan slowly organized them. Since he was 8, he knew that to access the relevant data of the interstellar flight crash, one had to be a high-level martial artist or a relevant department. To further investigate his mother's whereabouts, one had to be an even higher-level martial artist.

As for how high, Sun Yan didn't know. These were not levels he could reach.

Silently closing the box, the alcohol took effect, and his vision gradually blurred. Sun Yan tightly hugged the box, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Mom, do you know? I miss you so much, really, really miss you.

Dad, he misses you too...

We—miss you so much...

In the darkness, a light flickered, catching Sun Yan's attention.

"What is it?"

With blurred eyes, he approached the corner. The wooden wall, rotten from age, had a small hole, and a faint light shone through.

Sun Yan reached into the hole, felt around, and touched something wet. He pulled it out.

"Huh!" In the dim light, he examined it and was surprised, "It's a seal."

It was a square seal, rusted but intricately crafted.

Opening the seal, it seemed to be carved with a long snake-like creature. Sun Yan couldn't see clearly and rubbed it with his thumb. Suddenly, he winced, "Damn, it pricked my finger."

A few drops of blood dripped onto the seal, and the surface changed. In the dim light, Sun Yan's eyes widened as he saw the rust being dissolved by the blood, revealing the pattern on the seal.

It was a dragon.

The golden dragon's body was hidden in the clouds, its scales like armor, its head swallowing the clouds, its claws treading on the mist, soaring through the clouds.

Sun Yan's eyes lit up, "What a beautiful pattern, what a delicate seal. This thing looks really valuable. If I sell it, it might be enough for the tuition of a higher college."

His eyes widened even more as he saw the dragon on the seal suddenly move.

The golden dragon's claws reached out, dispersing the clouds, and the dragon flew out.

The wooden house suddenly brightened, and a dragon's shadow appeared before Sun Yan. The dragon was one meter long, its claws like hooks, its whiskers fluttering, vivid and lifelike.

"This, this..." Sun Yan rubbed his eyes and slapped his thigh, "This holographic image is so realistic, so amazing! This thing must be worth a lot of money. I'm rich, I'm rich, now I can go to a higher college."

Drunk, Sun Yan extended his finger, reaching out to the dragon's head with interest, but unexpectedly found that he was touching a solid object.

The next moment, the dragon's mouth opened and bit his finger, and a strange force spread through his body. Sun Yan's mind buzzed.

"Identification started, race: Huaxia, match."

"Inspection report: pure bloodline, match."

The crystal yellow dragon eyes suddenly shot out two beams of light, directly into his eyes, and another voice sounded in Sun Yan's mind.

"Physical strength, no inner energy generated, match."

Drip, drip, drip... The square seal dissolved, and a faint golden light spread over Sun Yan's body, then faded. He fell to the ground, unconscious.

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