"A group of people slacking off?"
squeak!
Footsteps sounded, and the somewhat dilapidated iron door of the security room was pushed open, revealing Old Hu's face with dark lines on it.
"Damn it, you brat, trying to mess with me again?" Old Hu cursed loudly after recognizing Shen Qian.
Despite his cursing, it didn't stop Shen Qian from squeezing past him.
Old Hu's security room wasn't big, but it was divided into two sections. The inner section was where Old Hu slept, and it was pitch black. Shen Qian had no interest in sneaking in.
Steam rose from the table in the outer room, where an induction cooker held a hot pot containing slices of meat, cabbage leaves, and instant noodles. A fruit platter and beer were also placed next to it, which made Shen Qian's eyes light up.
"How extravagant, Uncle Hu!"
Shen Qian sat down, and was taken aback when he saw the two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the table. He then exclaimed in surprise, "You knew I was coming?"
"I just saw you sneaking in through the window." Old Hu lit a cigarette and muttered, "I only get one good meal a month, and you still managed to run into me. It's like a ghost."
Shen Qian ignored him and focused on eating.
"Did you see an ambulance at your house today, your mom?"
"That sounds like an insult."
"Stop babbling and get to the bottom of this."
Seeing that Shen Qian was eating very quickly, Old Hu glanced at the cigarette he had just lit, cursed himself for his mistake, and after weighing his options, took two deep drags to put out the cigarette before quickly sitting down at the table and picking up his bowl.
"It's an old problem," Shen Qian replied vaguely.
"Oh...it's resolved?"
I guess so.
Before sinking in, he had already finished a bowl of rice and was getting a second bowl when Old Hu put down his chopsticks in despair.
"When did you start eating so much?"
"I'm about to advance to the rank of martial artist."
"Tch, you think you're me? You haven't even grown your hair yet and you want to become a martial artist?" Old Hu sneered disdainfully. Seeing that Shen Qian didn't speak, he suddenly paused, "Really?"
"Now you know what a true genius is, right?"
Having been steadily progressing since acquiring the system, Chen Qian rarely had the opportunity to show off in front of others, so he immediately patted his chest proudly.
He picked up another piece of cabbage and put it in his mouth. After a while, he didn't hear Old Hu's reply. He looked up and saw that Old Hu looked dazed.
"Uncle Hu, are you scared out of your wits?"
"Bullshit!" Old Hu snapped out of his daze, took a swig of wine, and sighed, "I've practically watched you grow up. Ten years... how many decades does one have in a lifetime?"
"Why are you suddenly so sentimental?" Shen Qian looked at Old Hu strangely. "Did Grandma Zhang reject you again?"
"It's me who's been rejecting her all along, understand?"
After Old Hu finished speaking, he saw Shen Qian smiling without saying a word, and his old face turned red. He snorted coldly, "Boy, don't think that advancing to the Martial Realm is anything special. There are plenty of Martial Realm practitioners in this world, but how many of them can eventually reach the Mountain and Sea Realm?"
“I’m definitely one of them.” Shen Qian grabbed Old Hu’s beer and poured himself a glass.
“Even among martial artists, there are different kinds of martial artists,” Old Hu said meaningfully.
"What's different?" Shen Qian asked casually.
Have you ever heard of a quasi-martial artist?
Have you ever heard of System Daddy...?
Shen Qian almost retorted, but he held back. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "What extraordinary quasi-martial artist?"
"Everyone knows that you can try to find the feeling of Qi when you have 149 kg of strength and a speed of 10 seconds. But have you ever wondered why it has to be these two specific figures?"
Shen Qian paused for a moment, carefully recalled the content of the martial arts theory class, and then said, "Because the body must reach a certain strength to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, these two data are the theoretical standards."
"Yes, is the intensity limited to this point?" Old Hu chuckled.
As Chen Qian stopped eating, he felt as if a thought had flashed through his mind, but he couldn't quite grasp it.
"You mean..." Regardless of whether Old Hu was bluffing him or not, Shen Qian had to admit that he was indeed bluffed.
"The reason this promotion standard exists is not because the human body has its limits, but because most people's limits are limited," Old Hu said slowly, taking a sip of his drink.
"So, a transcendent quasi-martial artist is someone who has broken through this limit?"
Shen Qian seemed to understand a little, but asked with some doubt, "Why have I never heard of this word before?"
"Heh, do you think just anyone can break through to the Transcendent Quasi-Martial Artist level?" Old Hu sneered. "Leaving aside talent and resources, the dangers alone are enough to kill many people. Would a martial arts textbook dare to include that?"
"Is his life in danger?"
"If we can't get through, we'll either die or be crippled."
"Never mind, I'm not interested."
Shen Qian immediately shook his head.
Old Hu also fell silent.
After a moment of silence, Shen Qian finally couldn't help but ask, "What are the benefits of becoming a transcendent quasi-martial artist?"
Old Hu laughed, but unusually, he didn't tease Shen Qian. Instead, he said seriously, "'Extraordinary,' its name already tells you its meaning."
"When you reach your true limit, you will find that most martial artists of the same level are nothing special."
Old Hu spoke subtly, but Shen Qian understood. In short, he was invincible among his peers.
"How do you know where your limit is?"
"It varies from person to person. You'll know when you try it."
...
"Zhou Xu, have you ever heard of a quasi-martial artist who has transcended the ordinary?"
"What the heck?" Zhou Xu was taken aback and turned his head in confusion.
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