I am Jinshan Youxia

Fortunately, this isn't the world of Gu Long's novels, so there aren't that many cunning old foxes, and you won't just randomly eat a meal and get poisoned to death by a crazy waiter.

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Zhang Chengyi finished his training around 3 a.m. and remained excited until dawn, unable to fall asleep. His internal energy was too much and too strong; even after a sleepless night, he was full of energy. He felt that he could go without sleep for a long time without any problems.

The internal energy cultivation techniques in Tian Long Ba Bu have an extremely abnormal effect on the body. There's even a guy in the Lingjiu Palace of Tianshan who can rejuvenate every now and then. As a true master of internal energy, he has basically gotten rid of most of the troubles of humankind.

When Xu Qing came to deliver vegetarian food to Zhang Chengyi after finishing his morning prayers, he was startled. The middle-aged man who looked ordinary yesterday now appeared to be a master of internal martial arts. He walked lightly, breathed deeply, had bright eyes, and his temples were bulging.

[Was it just my imagination?] He was starting to doubt whether he had seen things wrong.

I was originally planning to leave after delivering the food, but I couldn't help but linger a while longer, and the more I looked, the more alarmed I became.

Looking at him from left to right, he seemed like a master. He walked with great speed and force, and his breath made the dust on the ground fly everywhere. His internal strength must be something else.

Zhang Chengyi had no intention of hiding his abilities. What was he trying to achieve by adding more things? Wasn't it to become powerful, to be a chivalrous hero, and to show off?

If it weren't for the fact that there were no mosquitoes in the dead of winter, he would have loved to demonstrate his superb internal strength by smashing mosquitoes from a distance.

He noticed that Xu Qing was becoming increasingly dumbfounded, and he was secretly delighted. He pretended to be reserved, so he coughed lightly and casually brushed the dust off the ground, trying to show off.

"Crack~ Crash!" As a result, the bricks on the ground in the yard were smashed to pieces by his palm, and they were embedded in the wall with a thud.

Luckily he didn't use too much force, otherwise he would have definitely smashed the entire room to the ground.

This made the atmosphere even more awkward.

Xu Qing had no idea that Zhang Chengyi had made a blunder. He thought that this was the effect that Zhang Chengyi wanted to show. After a brief mental freeze and a blank expression, he opened his mouth but couldn't say anything.

That's simply inhuman!

Who could have relied on others to pass on their skills yesterday and become an unprecedented martial arts master today?

He had seen the head of the Bodhidharma Academy, Xuan Nan, make a move, and he could never achieve the level of creating flying sand and stones with a simple, unadorned flick of his wrist.

Could it be some rare and precious treasure, a master's teachings, or some kind of martial arts technique...?

His mouth was a little dry.

"Am I awesome?" Zhang Chengyi asked with a grin.

"Huh? What?" Xu Qing came to her senses, not understanding what he meant.

"Awesome" is a term that only appeared in the late Qing Dynasty; we're living in the Song Dynasty now.

Realizing the problem, Zhang Chengyi quickly waved his hand to cover his embarrassment, "It's nothing, I'm going down the mountain after I've eaten. I'll trouble you, Master Xuqing."

"Alright, alright." Xu Qing responded twice, then couldn't help but say, "Benefactor, you..."

"Oh, my apologies." Without waiting for a reply, he clasped his hands together, muttered a few words, and left the room.

It is truly a sin for a monk to harbor thoughts of greed and anger.

Chapter 7 I'm invincible now! Lalalala~

Half an hour later, at the Shaolin Temple, in front of the mountain gate.

Until we meet again!

Zhang Chengyi gracefully clasped his hands in a fist salute, abandoning even his bundle, leaving only the money pouch hanging from his waist. He turned and lightly flew out, touching the ground with his hand.

Xu Qing was alright, having witnessed his power before. Hui Fang, who had been pulled over, widened her eyes, her mouth unconsciously agape, her face filled with disbelief.

"This, this, this..."

Huifang said "this" three times in a row, rubbed her eyes, but could still see the figure that had just fallen after sliding hundreds of meters in mid-air, and was even more surprised.

That detached, otherworldly feeling of a monk had completely vanished.

"Uncle-Master, do you think it's possible for someone's internal energy to increase a hundredfold overnight?"

Xu Qing asked earnestly.

Hui Fang was about to launch into a triple denial of "impossible," "never seen," and "does not exist" when she thought of the man who had just "flew" out of her face. She fell silent, her mind racing with thoughts.

"My sins, my sins." X2

The two said in unison.

"We should inform the abbot about this matter," Huifang said earnestly.

No matter why he suddenly became a peerless master, the temple always tries to find out the reason.

Xu Qing nodded seriously, took one last look at the mysterious man who had disappeared from sight, then turned and went back with his uncle to meet the abbot.

Meanwhile, not far from the Shaolin Temple gate, Zhang Chengyi stopped gliding and instead veered off the path down the mountain, running to a place where there was no mountain path. Seeing no one around, he raised his hand and slapped a large tree about ten meters away.

With a slight exertion of force, I vaguely felt resistance in the air, then the tree exploded into pieces, followed by a deafening roar.

"boom!"

It startled him.

The feeling that followed was like eating an ice pop on a sweltering summer day and then taking a big gulp of ice-cold soda.

Then, he transformed into a master of destruction, using the excuse of "practicing his strength" to enthusiastically wreak havoc on everything around him, complete with his own voiceover.

"call!"

"what!"

"Hey!"

Everywhere you look, the mounds of earth and the big trees have all been ravaged by him, giving you a feeling of being a boy with a stick in hand and straw bowing down.

"I am invincible! La la la la~" Zhang Chengyi shouted, his voice spreading out like waves under the support of his simple and unadorned internal energy.

"Cool!"

He clenched his fist, then glanced cautiously at the sky. No hidden weapons, good.

The barrage of attacks he had just endured not only depleted his internal energy by more than a dozen points, but also allowed him to carve out a flat mountain path with his own internal energy, which also allowed him to vent his excitement.

Zhang Chengyi hummed a song, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and his body floated back to the mountain road with the wind. After a few more glides, he quickly returned to the foot of the mountain. He was having so much fun that he didn't notice that while he was destroying things everywhere with his palms, there were two people squatting by the mountain road watching him.

These two were skilled men sent by Penglai to seek revenge and silence witnesses. After watching the performance, they looked at each other in bewilderment.

"or……"

"Should we go back?" X2

"The world of martial arts is treacherous, so treacherous."

One of them sighed, then slapped himself hard with his palm, grunted, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

They came here seeking revenge but left without even lifting a finger; they're probably going to be held accountable.

The other person quickly did as instructed. The two exchanged a relieved glance and helped each other run away.

How can humans fight against demons?

A hunter suddenly becomes a peerless master; his body must have been taken over by some mountain demon!

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Where do people come from?

What is the meaning of life?

Does the world think, therefore I am?

What is the meaning of all things?

Why does 1+1 equal 2?

Zhang Chengyi sat in the inn, lost in thought.

After thoroughly expelling certain substances from his body, he began to contemplate the philosophy of life.

Yes, these things refer to internal energy, don't misunderstand.

Getting back to the main point, Zhang Chengyi does have a long-term goal: he needs a body that can support him. His current body is just something he logged into, and controlling it is like playing a virtual game in many novels from his previous life.

It didn't feel very real, and because his main body existed outside the world, the existence of another perspective made him feel detached. It's just a game, after all.

Controlling someone else's body can be quite boring sometimes; it's better to have your own body.

First, one must be able to leave the world one lives in.

Secondly, it's uncertain whether the main body will be unable to exit after entering a certain body, so the power level needs to be high enough, preferably without any data adjustment limit, as high as you want.

Then, good looks and good temperament are important; how handsome you are is debatable, but you absolutely cannot have hair loss or athlete's foot.

It seems this body has been ruled out from the competition.

Zhang Chengyi sighed. He was able to enter multiple worlds simultaneously, but since this was his first time logging into the game, he decided to try it out on one at a time. He hadn't decided whether to log into multiple worlds simultaneously in the future.

Anyway, as a master of the Kingsoft Game Ranger mod, he has no lifespan limit, time is meaningless to him, but immersion is quite important.

At least it makes him feel like he's still a human being.

[Perhaps I could create one myself? Is there some kind of power that can adjust data infinitely? Ideally, it would be an unparalleled, overpowered system without any negative effects.]

Zhang Chengyi pondered for a moment. He had too many memories from his previous life. Thanks to the information explosion of the Internet, he had received an absurd amount of information, making it impossible to easily find which cultural works corresponded to worlds with such invincible power.

[Sigh, I can't specify which world to log in to, so I'll just forget about pure randomness.]

He quickly abandoned his desire to find a shortcut and decided to take it slow, enjoying life as he searched. Then he turned his attention to the matter of internal energy.

The internal energy in this world is quite wondrous and has potential for development.

Of course, you could also say "true qi". Internal strength describes the power within the body, the power of the "inner" part, while true qi is the manifestation of that power. The "true" existence is "qi".

The manifestation of internal strength is the flow of energy within the body. Therefore, in Mr. Cha's descriptions, these terms are often mixed together, and there are even instances where they are written as "true energy" and "internal strength" in a connected way.

If reversing aging is possible, then breaking through the limits of the human body is perhaps something that martial arts can achieve.

Zhang Chengyi himself certainly couldn't do it. Even now, his internal strength is unparalleled, but he's completely clueless about martial arts. But the good thing is that as long as he doesn't act recklessly, he's invincible.

Does an invincible person need to care about others' opinions to do what they want?

No rush, no rush. First, let's go to the martial arts world and join in the fun, be a great hero for a while, and then... no, let's invite some masters to study how to break through the limits of human strength and physical fitness.

After finalizing his short-term goals, Zhang Chengyi felt much more at ease, and then chuckled at his own thoughts.

Isn't this just an alternative version of Xia Ke Dao (侠客岛) and the concept of rewarding good and punishing evil?