Under One Person: I can manipulate magnetic fields!

"Thunder magic must hit people really hard, it's good to learn it."

Feng Baobao stood to the side with her arms crossed, her eyes indifferent, and spoke only softly.

That simple and straightforward sentence instantly silenced Xia Liuqing's rebuttal.

"rational!"

Zhang Chulan nodded as well.

"Old Xia, you don't need to worry. I have my reasons for daring to pass on this information."

Chen Yuan smiled upon seeing this.

What's the reasoning behind that?

Xia Liuqing rolled her eyes.

"This kid is quick-witted and has a high level of comprehension. He may seem mischievous, but he actually has a solid foundation and a clear mind. It's just that he hasn't mastered a truly top-notch martial art, which is why he appears so impetuous and restless. The Divine Firmament Thunder Technique is full of righteous energy, which is the best way to calm his restlessness and solidify his mind. It can help to temper his unruly nature and make up for his shortcomings."

It is also beneficial for practicing the divine mask.

Chen Yuan said with a smile.

He wasn't lying; the Divine Firmament Thunder Technique contains a method to sever the three corpses, which can purify the mind.

"Thank you very much, Senior Chen!"

Wang Zhenqiu chuckled.

This guy seems alright.

"However, let me make this clear: the Divine Firmament Thunder Technique carries the righteous energy of heaven and earth. It cultivates the righteous path and guards one's true nature. Those who harbor evil thoughts or are restless and agitated will not only be unable to draw upon the power of thunder, but will also be devoured by the thunder energy, damaging their own foundation. If you want to learn it, you must put aside your cynical nature and cultivate diligently. If you give up halfway or act recklessly, I will definitely take back the technique and disqualify you from practicing thunder techniques."

Chen Yuan continued, speaking in a condescending tone.

"Rest assured, senior! I, Wang Zhenqiu, swear to the heavens that after mastering the Divine Firmament Thunder Technique, I will dedicate myself to its cultivation, uphold the righteous path, and never act recklessly or give up halfway! If I break my oath, I will be at your mercy!"

Wang Zhenqiu immediately dropped his playful expression and said...

He naturally wanted to learn.

"Fine, fine, you're lucky. Since Smiling Tiger spoke up himself, I won't stop you. But remember this: learn it well. If you dare to ruin this ultimate technique, I'll be the first to deal with you, even before this guy lifts a finger!"

Xia Liuqing snorted.

“Brother Chen has always had a keen eye for talent. Since you’ve made your decision, you can’t be wrong. It seems that today, the world of supernatural beings will have another successor to the art of thunder magic.”

Mei Jinfeng nodded as well.

Just then, a steady footstep sound came from outside the courtyard gate.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lu Jin, with white hair and a suit, walking briskly towards them. The usually calm and composed patriarch of the Lu family now had an undisguised excitement and urgency in his eyes, and his steps were several times faster than usual.

Lu Linglong followed closely behind him, curiously observing Chen Yuan in the arena, her heart already churning with astonishment. This legendary figure, who could fight against the Old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei and even make him lose by half a move, was so young, looking even more youthful than Zhang Chulan and the others—it was truly beyond her comprehension.

"Is this the person Grandpa was talking about?"

Lu Linglong was curious.

"Chen Yuan...is it really you?"

Lu Jin couldn't help but say something.

This guy's appearance hasn't changed at all.

That's so weird.

Could it be that this kid has also been using the Reverse Life Triple Technique all along?

"Decades have passed since we parted. I thought you had long since perished in the long river of time, and that we would never meet again."

Lu Jin spoke again.

"Lu Jin, it's been many years. How have you been?"

Chen Yuan coughed.

Theoretically speaking, Lu Jin hadn't seen him for decades, but since he was actually a time traveler, it had only been a few days since they last met.

And he even wants to travel back in time.

Meanwhile, the situation in the Republic of China era was becoming increasingly turbulent.

The fighting intensified, gunfire roared across the sky, and smoke filled the entire battlefield. The Fengtian Army's defenses crumbled one after another, with 120,000 soldiers suffering heavy casualties. Corpses littered the fields, and rivers of blood flowed. The defeat was irreversible.

Inside the command tent, Zhang Huzi looked at the successive reports of defeats and trembled with rage. He slammed his hand hard on the table, knocking all the pen holders and documents off, leaving the room a bloody mess.

"Damn it, Western firearms! Backed by foreigners! These damn bastards are really going too far!"

Zhang Hu knew perfectly well that he had lost this battle completely. The Japanese were secretly blocking and hindering him, while the Westerners were wholeheartedly supporting the Zhili clique. With the balance of power shifting, the Fengtian Army had no chance of turning the tide.

"General, the tide has turned. Continuing to fight will only increase casualties and damage our foundation. The only way to survive is to retreat to the Northeast immediately, recuperate, and wait for the right opportunity."

Yang Yuting stood aside, his face solemn, and once again offered his advice in a deep voice.

"Damn it, this is the first time I've ever felt so frustrated!"

Zhang Hu Zi clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, his eyes filled with resentment and helplessness.

He miscalculated this time.

At this moment, in modern times.

Lu Jin approached step by step, her gaze fixed on Chen Yuan. How could this guy remain completely unchanged?

That's really strange.

"Chen Yuan, back then you disappeared into thin air, and the entire world of supernatural beings was searching for you. Some said you passed away amidst the chaos of war, others said you accidentally entered a secret realm and were trapped for a hundred years, but I never believed it."

Lu Jin's voice softened, carrying a hint of relief at reuniting with an old friend, then she gave a wry smile, "I never expected that you would come to the future and then return from the future. No wonder even Zhang Zhiwei couldn't figure you out."

"It can only be said to be fate, Lu Jin, you old rascal, you're too old now."

Chen Yuan couldn't help but smile.

"Nonsense, wouldn't things be different if you lived for decades?"

Lu Jin rolled her eyes.

After listening to Chen Yuan's explanation, he learned that Chen Yuan had arrived in this era using a time machine created through the Eight Extraordinary Techniques.

"Then... do you still remember when the Old Celestial Master lost to you by half a hand back then?"

Lu Jin suddenly changed the subject, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.

"No way? Master, didn't you beat this guy back then?"

Zhang Chulan's pupils dilated in shock, his mouth agape, he could no longer contain himself. The Old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei, the pinnacle of the supernatural world, universally acknowledged as invincible, had actually lost to this man before him by half a hand?

"Is this person really that amazing?"

Wang Zhenqiu instantly forgot about learning magic and looked at Chen Yuan with a face full of shock, his eyes filled with admiration.

"The old Celestial Master is very strong, but you're even more powerful than him?"

Feng Baobao was also very curious.

"Luck, luck. If we fought now, I definitely wouldn't be a match for them."

Chen Yuan waved his hand.

After all, he was a time traveler, while Zhang Zhiwei had been cultivating for decades or even centuries. This old man's current strength has surpassed his.

Of course, if he could cultivate for decades, then it's hard to say.

But he still has to go back.

Just then, Zhao Fangxu returned, his expression solemn, having shed his previous gentleness and now exuding a unique aura of rigor.

He walked quickly to Chen Yuan, bowed slightly, and was very respectful.

Although this person looks young, he is also my master.

"Master, I have finished communicating with them. They have agreed."

Zhao Fangxu said calmly.

"How to say?"

Chen Yuan also looked curious.

"The higher-ups were initially extremely shocked, and even at one point could not believe such an absurd thing as time travel. But combined with the matter of my Eight Extraordinary Techniques, the sealed historical records of the Extraordinary World, and your very existence as the best proof, they eventually reached a consensus."

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly solemn: "We are willing to help you."

These five short words carried immense weight in everyone's ears.

"No way? He really agreed?"

Chen Yuan was also quite surprised.

"But there are conditions. First, all weapons and supplies transported there must not fall into the hands of foreign enemies, and must not be used to assist any forces that bring disaster to the country and its people. They must be used only to protect the Chinese people, resist foreign aggression, and quell the chaos."

"Second, we must not arbitrarily and drastically alter key historical moments to avoid triggering unknown backlashes in time and space, collapse of cause and effect, and prevent the devastating disasters brought about by the butterfly effect."

"Third, once the chaos has subsided and the situation has stabilized, you must promise not to interfere with the current world order and not to place yourself above the rules of the secular world and the world of the extraordinary."

Zhao Fangxu said.

After all, the cause and effect are too great.

"no problem!"

Chen Yuan nodded as well.

He's not stupid; he knows that it's already quite good that someone is willing to make such a promise to you.

“Master, since that’s the case, I’ll start preparing now. I will personally oversee the process. Within three days, all supplies will be in place, sealed up, and ready for you to bring back to the Republic of China at any time.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Chulan, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't help but step forward. His expression was unusually serious, without a trace of his usual slyness.

"Senior Chen, I know I shouldn't be greedy, but I still want to ask you for a favor."

Zhang Chulan scratched his head.

He did it for his grandfather Zhang Huaiyi.