One person: Lu family bodyguard, who shattered Longhu Mountain with a single palm strike.

A cold wind blew through the street, and Zhang Chulan subconsciously wrapped his wrinkled coat tighter around himself.

He walked forward with his hands in his pockets and his head down. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest. His shoes brushed against a layer of dust on the roadside, and his clothes were covered in mud from who-knows-where.

Passersby cast strange glances at him, as if he were a refugee who had just escaped from a shelter in the wilderness.

Zhang Chulan didn't care about the stares; his mind was filled with depression and frustration.

In the past few days, he has come to realize that in this vast world, there is not a single place where he can stay in peace!

Grandpa's grave was dug up, his peaceful college life was ruined, and his secret of possessing extraordinary skills was exposed.

He originally thought that "Na Du Tong" courier company was at least a legitimate organization, a place where he could make a living.

But that crazy woman named Feng Baobao was insulting him without any scruples!

Recalling what happened at the villa not long ago, Zhang Chulan's face twitched with anger, and his chest felt as if it were stuffed with a wad of wet cotton.

To force him to calm down, the woman actually found several heavily made-up middle-aged women who, in a flat and shameless tone, said they would deflower him!

And you make it sound as natural as going to the hospital for a check-up!

What is this?

Do they really think of him as some kind of livestock that can be bred anytime, anywhere?!

No matter how down on his luck or how shameless Zhang Chulan becomes, he will never accept such charity that tramples on his dignity.

Others treat him as a successor of the Qi Source Flow, or as some kind of troublemaker, but no one has ever asked him if he's willing.

So he left, even though Feng Baobao had brandished that terrifying kitchen knife and effortlessly cleaved a horrifying crack in the villa's load-bearing wall to threaten him, he walked out without looking back.

But where can you go after you get out?

Zhang Chulan stopped, looked up at the gray sky, and gave a bitter, self-deprecating smile: "What popular figure? I think he's just a walking trouble bag, an anomaly."

The voice just fell.

A soft "squeak" sounded.

A sleek, rugged black SUV slowly drove up from the roadside and stopped precisely in front of him.

Zhang Chulan was stunned for a moment. The driver's side window slowly rolled down, revealing a familiar and beautiful face.

With short, silver-white hair and exquisite makeup, she rested one hand on the steering wheel, looking at him with a playful glint in her eyes.

It is Feng Shayan.

Zhang Chulan looked back and discovered that there were actually three people sitting in the spacious back seat.

On the left, by the window, was a handsome young man with white hair.

On the right is a sweet girl with long pink hair, and between the two sits a casually dressed, extremely handsome young man.

The four people, all handsome men and beautiful women with their own aura, made the car look like a celebrity nanny van with a price tag.

This scene was quite impactful for Zhang Chulan, who was covered in mud.

He twitched his lips, then asked in surprise, "Wait, what do you rich, privileged young masters and ladies want with me?"

Feng Shayan raised an eyebrow slightly upon hearing this address.

She had only intended to watch the fun and complete her mission on the side, but seeing Zhang Chulan's miserable appearance, as if he had been beaten down by life, she didn't continue to provoke him. Instead, she said with a half-smile, "What are you wandering around the streets for? Why don't you come and visit our Tianxia Society? My father is very serious about inviting you to be his guest."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan's shoulders slumped, and a hint of helpless weariness flashed in his eyes.

There's no escaping it now.

"Sigh, so you guys were watching me all along."

Zhang Chulan sighed deeply, "Fine, I have nowhere else to go anyway, I'll go with you."

After saying that, he opened the passenger door, got in, and casually pulled on the seatbelt.

The moment the car door closed, he felt like a homeless man who had stumbled into a high-class cocktail party, completely uncomfortable.

Looking in the rearview mirror, Zhang Chulan noticed that the three people in the back seat were all staring intently at the back of his head.

Feng Xingtong's gaze was like that of someone looking at a rare wild giant panda that had just learned to do a backflip; Lu Linglong was full of curiosity, like someone watching a spectacle; while Lin Mo, sitting in the middle, scanned up and down as if he were accurately assessing a potentially high-quality product.

Zhang Chulan shrank back, feeling stared at, and stammered, "I said... why are you all looking at me like that?"

Feng Xingtong was the first to burst out laughing, revealing a bright, sunny smile, and leaned forward:

"Look, it's the successor of the 'Qi Body Source Flow'! Hello Zhang Chulan, I'm Feng Xingtong from the World Alliance."

"My older sister was driving. I heard you struck down all the Taoist priests from the Celestial Master's Mansion with a single move of Yang Five Thunder? That's pretty impressive!"

Zhang Chulan suddenly realized that they were siblings, which explained the grand entrance.

Lu Linglong waved generously and smiled sweetly: "Hello, I'm Lu Linglong, just here to watch the show."

She casually patted Lin Mo's arm beside her, "This is Lin Mo, my personal bodyguard."

Lin Mo leaned back in the leather seat, his posture languid, and nodded politely and casually, "Hello."

Hello everyone...

Zhang Chulan replied awkwardly, then a thought suddenly struck him, and he tentatively asked, "Wait, are all of you extraordinary beings?"

Lu Linglong and Feng Xingtong nodded without hesitation.

Zhang Chulan then turned his gaze to Lin Mo, whose aura was clearly different from others.

Lin Mo straightened his cuffs, his expression calm, and his tone serious: "I'm different, I'm a super superhuman."

The air inside the car suddenly became still.

Lu Linglong blinked her eyes with her mouth agape.

Feng Xingtong's smile froze instantly.

Feng Shayan, who was driving, paused for a moment while holding the steering wheel, and glanced at Lin Mo speechlessly through the rearview mirror.

What superhuman?

They grew up in this industry, how come they've never even heard of it?!

This expert, whom even Lu Jin, one of the Ten Elders, admires, usually talks a lot about business, but now he's actually making up lies to amuse this newbie who's just starting out.

Zhang Chulan immediately sat up straight, his face full of shock and his eyes wide open.

"Huh?! Super superhumans? There's such a thing as superhumans? I've never heard Xu San, Xu Si, or that crazy woman mention this before?"

Meeting his shocked gaze, Lin Mo was already mentally creating a business profile of Zhang Chulan:

Young, insecure, recently beaten down by reality, and with a huge information gap.

Conclusion: An exceptional, top-tier client.

He crossed his arms on his knees and began his blatantly sincere explanation of the deceptive rhetoric: "Of course there are. There are generally two levels of superhumans: one is the ordinary superhuman, like the ones you've seen before."

"The other type is the Super Inhuman."

Zhang Chulan's throat bobbed violently, and he swallowed hard. "Then... just how strong can a super superhuman be?"

Lin Mo looked out the window, his tone carrying just the right amount of unfathomable mystery:

"Super Inhumans, those are the legends at the very top of the Inhuman world."

"Once you step into this realm, you will possess terrifying strength that is dozens or even hundreds of times greater than that of an ordinary superhuman."

"hiss--!"

Zhang Chulan gasped, pressing himself firmly against the backrest.

Dozens of times?!

Zhang Chulan instantly recalled the scene in the forest where Zhang Lingyu had instantly killed him with a single Golden Light Spell. Then he remembered Feng Baobao pointing at a tree and confidently saying, "That person... could probably kill me with a single slap."

That utterly deranged monster lurking in the shadows, capable of killing Feng Baobao with a single slap...

Could this be the man in front of me?!

Looking at Lin Mo's handsome and imposing face, with its lazy demeanor yet seemingly indifferent to everything, she felt a sense of detachment.

Zhang Chulan's burning desire to become stronger and stop being chased around like a dog was instantly ignited!

This is definitely a reclusive master!

Zhang Chulan gripped the seat back tightly with both hands, his eyes burning with fervor: "Boss! How exactly do I reach the level of a super superhuman?!"

Lin Mo stroked his chin, his eyes deep: "First, you must possess intense anger."

"Angry?" Zhang Chulan nodded repeatedly like a primary school student listening attentively in class.

Isn't that a coincidence?

That's exactly what he has in abundance right now!

"And then? What should you do after you're angry?"

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips: "Do you think this is a vegetable market?"

"This kind of advancement technique is an absolute secret that is tightly guarded by all the major sects, even within the entire circle of supernatural beings."

To increase persuasiveness and to deliver a perfect "demonstration of business strength," Lin Mo's mind stirred slightly.

The original 115 years of internal energy in his body, plus the six years of cultivation he gained from the past three days of punctual attendance, totaling a full 121 years of pure Nine Yang True Qi, suddenly awakened within him like a dormant miniature sun.

He merely released an extremely faint aura of pressure from his fingertips.

However, it was this trace of platinum gold that made it possible!

The temperature inside the carriage seemed to rise by more than ten degrees in an instant, and the air became as thick and heavy as glue.

A suffocating, masculine, and domineering force filled the entire small space like Mount Tai pressing down!

Lu Linglong and Feng Xingtong, who were sitting next to them, were the first to be affected. Their faces turned pale instantly, and their chests felt as if an invisible boulder was pressing down on them.

Feng Xingtong felt as if the Qi circulating in his body was being held down, causing him to feel dizzy. He was so frightened that he quickly shrank back to the car door.

Lu Linglong also felt her breath catch in her throat, but the shockwaves surging in her heart were even greater.

What's wrong with this guy?!

I've been eating, drinking, having fun, and sightseeing these past few days, so why does this vast atmosphere feel so much heavier than when I was at Longhu Mountain?!

Is this the power of an ascended master? They can become stronger even while eating, drinking, and having fun?!

Feng Shayan, who was driving, broke out in a cold sweat. Her hand on the steering wheel trembled violently, and the SUV screeched and swerved on the road, almost veering off course before she managed to pull it back.

She looked at Lin Mo in horror through the rearview mirror.

She knew Lin Moqiang, but when she actually faced this pressure in a confined space, she realized that it couldn't be summed up by simply saying "he's quite strong."

They couldn't even muster the thought of resistance; no wonder their father was willing to pay extra to befriend them!

The most tragic one is naturally Zhang Chulan.

His foundation was already weak, and when this oppressive force descended, his vision went black, his mind went blank, and he almost fainted on the spot.

A few seconds later, the pressure vanished, and the air inside the car circulated again.

Zhang Chulan gasped for breath, and when he looked at Lin Mo again, the last trace of doubt in his eyes vanished, replaced by pure awe and uncontrollable fervor!

With strength dozens of times greater than his own, he believed it! This guy was definitely a true big shot!

"Boss!" Zhang Chulan shouted without hesitation, "Please enlighten me! Just tell me what conditions you need, how exactly can I obtain such cultivation secrets!"

Seeing that the customer had taken the bait, Lin Mo took out his phone with satisfaction, skillfully switched to WeChat's green payment code, and put it directly on the passenger seat.

"Since you're so sincere, I'll make an exception. How about this, considering we've known each other, this is a discounted price for paid knowledge content."

"I'll sell you the secret for ten thousand dollars."

Upon seeing the QR code so close at hand, Zhang Chulan's fervent expression froze instantly, as if he had been doused with a bucket of ice water.

He awkwardly touched his empty pockets, his voice instantly becoming as weak as a mosquito's buzz: "Boss... um... all I have left is a little over a thousand yuan for food."

"How about... you pay one thousand first, and I'll pay the rest in installments later?"

Feng Xingtong's eyelids twitched. This is actually possible?!

To everyone's surprise, Lin Mo frowned slightly, revealing an extremely helpless and aggrieved expression, and sighed deeply:

"Young people these days really don't have any savings. Oh well, I'm the kind of person who values ​​potential clients, so I'll just consider it making friends and supporting young people's entrepreneurship."

"Scan the code, pay a down payment of one thousand, and write an IOU for the remaining nine thousand."

Zhang Chulan felt like he had been granted a pardon and quickly took out his old phone, whose screen had a cracked corner, to scan the QR code.

"Ding—WeChat payment received, 1,000 yuan."

As soon as the crisp and pleasant notification sound rang out, the helplessness on Lin Mo's face vanished instantly, replaced by an impeccable business smile that Lu Linglong knew all too well.

"If the money is paid readily, the after-sales service will naturally be excellent."

Lin Mo put away his phone, leaned forward, and looked extremely serious and profound, as if he were imparting a peerless martial arts technique.

"Listen carefully. In order to become a super Inhuman, besides intense anger, you also need to possess an extremely special physical condition—the existence of a 'S-cell'."

Zhang Chulan, his face brimming with curiosity, nodded frantically, memorizing this high-level-sounding term: "S-cell?"

Lin Mo continued his deception with an air of seriousness: "That's right. Only by possessing these cells in your body can you break through limitations amidst overwhelming rage."

"The method is crucial—you must compress all your Qi (vital energy) intensely and inject it all at once into your shoulder blades!"

"As long as the Qi in the scapula produces a strong reaction, there is a chance to activate S cells."

"At that time, your hair will stand on end, turning a dazzling gold, and your entire body will erupt with golden flames!"

"Thus officially entering the invincible state of 'Super Inhuman'!"

Zhang Chulan felt a chill run down his spine and his blood boil. He subconsciously touched his back: "Shoulder blade?! What will happen if we fail?"

Lin Mo gave him a deep look: "At best, you'll suffer a qi deviation; at worst, you'll collapse on the spot."

As Lin Mo's resounding words fell to the ground.

The entire SUV fell into a long and eerily silent stillness.

Only the low rumble of the engine echoed inside the carriage.

Feng Shayan painfully held her forehead with one hand, rubbing her throbbing temples.

Lu Linglong stared blankly at Lin Mo's profile, her mouth agape, her worldview utterly shattered.

Feng Xingtong covered her face in pain, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

What the hell is this S-cell?!

God, how the Qi is concentrated in the shoulder blades!

What the hell?! He suddenly got blond hair!

Isn't this just the Saiyan transformation system from the Japanese anime "Dragon Ball"?!

So you took their last thousand yuan for a meal, plus a nine thousand yuan loan, just to give them two serious episodes of anime commentary?!

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