The Favored Son of Heaven

The Wukong Technique was the first martial art of choice of almost all paleo martial artists after stepping into the realm of a master.

Flying in the sky… this had always been mankind’s dream for thousands of years.

Even paleo martial artists of the master realm could hardly resist the temptation of flying.

Often, the ability to fly in the sky represented that a martial artist had stepped into the realm of martial dao master.

The longer Hashimoto Nagashiro spent with Qin Fen, the luckier he felt for not being in the same era as Qin Fen.

Qin Fen only took a single day to learn the Wukong Technique, which could complete mankind’s dream of flight.

Hashimoto Nagashiro had heard of someone taking just a day to take off the ground using Wukong Technique but he had never heard of anyone getting very skilled in it in just one day.

An entire week, Hashimoto Nagashiro still remembered that it took him an entire week to master the Wukong Technique and fly freely and skillfully. Qin Fen, on the other hand, had taken less than two days.

In martial arts, just a second difference was a huge thing. If one could pull a gap of a few days, only a martial artist could tell how huge a difference it was.

“Kid, you are really a monster.” Hashimoto Nagashiro, sitting in half-lotus position, looked at the landing Qin Fen. “You can fly so freely in such a short time.”

As Qin Fen’s feet touched the ground, he shook his head lightly. Such a free flight might be very skillful in the eyes of ordinary people but in a real fight between martial artists, there was a huge difference in its effectiveness.

A fifteen-star Main-Star level martial artist might belong to the ranks of martial dao master, but they could not use Wukong Technique quickly enough because of their true energy,

At least before Thundersteps, the Wukong Technique of a fifteen-star martial artist was not much different than a turtle crawling.

Such speed might block Qilin’s second finger sword but what about a third, or fourth, or fifth, sixth, seventh, or eighth finger sword?

How could a martial art like Godly Fists be used only for defense? Qin Fen’s Godly Fists was based on offense. A strong offense had always been the best defense in the world.

Having exchanged moves with the Earth’s strongest, Qilin, twice, Qin Fen discovered that his gains from the intense fight were no less inferior than when he had fought with Bae Seong-Joon and Kyokushin Kouten.

“I need to be faster, the faster the better.”

Qin Fen, sitting in the lotus position, pondered earnestly. Simulating Origin Suppressing Vajra Art was one option but I need to use both methods at the same time. In addition, I need to divide my attention to fight at the same time, dividing my attention in three ways. I really need to train it for a certain period of time.

On the mountainside of Qilin Mountain, Song Zhenting stared at Qin Fen at the foot of the mountain for a few seconds before turning around and disappearing into the woods, leaving a faint whisper lingering in the air, “It seems that he will go up the mountain again soon.”

“Qin Fen is here?”

Song Jia opened her eyes and jumped down the futon. The lilac cheongsam she was wearing perfectly outlined her shapely figure.

This year, not only had Song Jia’s star-class improved again and again after entering the strength outbreak period but she had also grown more mature and attractive than before with her age. Her extremely attractive tall and slender figure could be seen in her cheongsam.

“He is.” Apart from the doting look in Song Zhenting’s eyes, there was a faint joy as well. “However, he has already been knocked down the mountain unconscious by your grandpa twice.”

At this moment, the video of Qin Fen’s previous fight played in the middle of Song Jia’s room. The video of the two battles added together spanned over just a few seconds but the scene of fierce battle was enough to make Song Jia cluck her tongue.

During this year, Song Jia had worked very hard to promote her star-class; apart from growing strong enough to resist her Grandpa, she also didn’t want to be thrown far behind by Qin Fen. But she had never thought that Qin Fen’s strength would have reached such a level already.

“Ah…” Watching a knocked out Qin Fen drawing an arc in the air before rolling down the mountain finally, Song Jia could not help but gasp in worry. Her pretty eyebrows moved closer to the center of her forehead quickly as her cherry red lips parted, “Why is Grandpa being so hard? What a bully! I am not satisfied…”

Switching his gaze between his cute daughter and Qin Fen in the projection, Song Zhenting clenched his fists hard unknowingly; a bit of dissatisfaction on his face. Qin Fen has not learned any witchcraft, has he? Normally, nobody can enter my daughter’s eyes but her heart has been stolen by this kid. When Father is done with him, if he isn’t dead, I will have to beat him up a few times as well! I need to beat him up for taking my lovely daughter, who I have raised like a flower, from me.

“Dad, how is Qin Fen now?”

Song Zhenting, looking at Song Jia’s nervous look, sighed in his heart again. A girl really favors an outsider over her relatives after she grows up! No! Next time, I would beat him first before Father even makes a move!

“He is still alive, very alive and kicking.” Song Zhenting, looking at his daughter Song Jia putting her heart to rest, hated Qin Fen even more so. How could a father watch his daughter, whom he had raised with great care, who used to only care about her father, show much concern about another man?

“I think he will be going up the mountain again very soon.”

Song Zhenting crackled his fingers, which meant he could not wait to rush down the mountain and beat Qin Fen up.

At the foot of the mountain, Qin Fen’s fine hair stood erect suddenly. He immediately opened his slightly closed eyes and searched for the source of the sudden hostility.

“Nothing!? Strange…” Qin Fen scratched his head. Clearly, there was an intense hostility just now, how can I not find any enemy? Are my martial senses playing tricks on me?

Qin Fen closed his eyes, again, having unable to locate any enemy.

“He will still go up the mountain?” Song Jia took a step forward and shook Song Zhenting’s hand back and forth like a little girl. “Next time, I also want to watch…”

“This…”

“Daaaddddddddd…” Song Jia cried like a baby. Immediately, Song Zhenting felt his bones turn soft. He looked at this lovely daughter and then turned his gaze at the repeated playing of Qin Fen on the projection, the thirst to beat Qin Fen rising once more.

Song Zhenting stretched his three fingers. “You need to agree to three things, first, you are not allowed to speak; second, you are not allowed to interfere; and finally, you can’t be willful.”

“Mhmm, mhmm!” Song Jia nodded, again and again. “No problem! Let’s go, let’s go! We need to grab good seats!”

While getting dragged by his daughter to the top of the mountain, Song Zhenting didn’t forget to glance back at the Qin Fen in the projection with hatred.

One day, two days, three days… Qilin Mountain was as quiet as ever. For the next three days, Qin Fen didn’t go up the mountain again. He had been staying at the foot of the mountain, sitting in the cross-legged position most of the time outside of eating and sleeping.

Steward Hou, sitting on the rocking chair in the hall on the top of Qilin Mountain, suddenly opened his narrowed eyes as he heard a thunderclap-like explosion from the foot of the mountain. A slight smile spread on his lips as he muttered to himself, “Kid, you still have one last chance. If you don’t show any more progress, it won’t be surprising for Master to kill you right then and there, paying no heed to your background.”

Thundersteps!

Mysterious Daughter of Nine Skies looked at the place where Qin Fen was sitting before in shock. After bits and pieces of rocks flew everywhere with a powerful shockwave, a half-a-meter size pit had appeared there, as if a mortar shell had just exploded there.

Hashimoto stared at the slipstream left by a high-speed body on his left in a daze. This slipstream wasn’t left by the high-speed movement of Thundersteps but by the high-speed maneuver of the Wukong Technique just after the Thundersteps.

Thundersteps had a unique aspect. Even if it helped Qin Fen moved faster than the Wukong Technique, it would not leave any trace in the air. That was the true strong point about Qin Fen’s Thundersteps.

“The Wukong Technique used by a fifteen-star martial artist can actually be so fast…”

Hashimoto gazed at Qin Fen, who had landed not too far away. Qin Fen, who had not sweated even a single drop after having fought two martial dao masters back to back at Hallasan, was already sweating profusely after using a single high-speed maneuver using Wukong Technique, gasping for breaths with his hands on his knees.

Having compressed his true energy, stimulated the blood cells in his body through an instant burst, and gathered all of his physical strength, the speed of the Wukong Technique had exceeded the limit of a fifteen-star martial artist.

Qin Fen regulated his breathing and readjusted his body back to his peak. He raised his head slightly and looked at the top of the Qilin Mountain. “I will show you this time clearly and ask Song Jia’s hand in marriage.”

Thundersteps resounded again! Immediately, Qin Fen appeared before the gate of Qilin Mountain. At the sight of this, Hashimoto Nagashiro shook his head gently and muttered to himself, sighing, “A tiger might not get angry if it’s disturbed once, maybe twice, but what about thrice? Besides, he isn’t a tiger but a Qilin.”

Watching Qin Fen’s shrinking back as he went up the mountain, the Mysterious Daughter of Nine Skies’ heart skipped a beat a few times. She clenched her fist nervously as she muttered to herself. “He will be fine time, right?”

“It’s hard to say.” Hashimoto Nagashiro shook his head. “It’s really hard to say. Qilin is a divine beast-level martial artist, a top-level martial artist. How can God allow a young martial artist to violate its prestige? Let alone the military generals standing behind Qin Fen, even if there was a divine beast-level martial artist behind Qin Fen, Qilin would still not give him face.”

Going up the Qilin Mountain for the third time, Qin Fen’s feelings were significantly different from the last two times. The prickling, vicious glares around him had turned as soft as cotton; they didn’t pose any distraction. Apart from the awe of the majestic mountain, he only felt admiration; nothing more, nothing less.

A few thousand meters above the sea level was nothing in the eyes of martial dao master. After having climbed a few hundred steps, Qin Fen furrowed his brow slightly as he looked up at the countless steps. The next moment, his feet left the ground.

Wukong Technique! Take off!

Enjoying the wind blowing on the mountain, Qin Fen flew all the way up the mountain; his martial attire flapping hard against the wind. For the first time in his life, he felt a sense of heroism, that the Earth was under his feet when looking at the mountains below.

Shaking his shoulders slightly, Qin Fen flew horizontally before he landed before the hall on the top of the mountain.

Steward Hou, who was resting on the rattan chair as always, nodded to Qin Fen’s bow before pointing at the nearby peak of the mountain.

Qin Fen straightened his spine and lifted his legs, climbing towards the peak.

The first step, second step, third step, fourth step… eightieth step.

Qin Fen looked at the last step before turning his gaze at the nearby stone house. A faint smile spread across his lips as a clap of thunder resounded under his feet! The last step, the eightieth step shook suddenly before it exploded into countless pieces!

Thundersteps! Attack!

The last two times Qin Fen went up the mountain, the initiative to attack was in Qilin’s hand. Going up the Qilin Mountain for the third time, Qin Fen had not only prepared his martial skills, he also was fully prepared to fight!