Polish your eyes; I'm about to put on a show.

Just last night, he had already received his second aunt’s permission to move all the items from the main hall back to his second uncle’s house.

Early this morning, his second uncle left before dawn, riding his three-wheeled motorcycle to a nearby village to help build houses for others.

Naturally, all the dirty and exhausting work of moving these miscellaneous items fell solely to Chen Anquan.

Shuttling between the old house and his uncle’s home, Chen Anquan spent over an hour clearing out all the clutter.

Once everything was cleaned up, the main hall, which had looked cramped before, now appeared surprisingly spacious.

Chen Anquan estimated that this old house covered about eighty square meters.

There were two spacious rooms, a decent-sized main hall, a small kitchen, and a “bathroom.”

After sweeping the main hall and the newly cleared room, Chen Anquan moved all the household appliances inside.

He unpacked them, plugged in the power strips, did a simple test, and confirmed everything worked properly. Then, he prepared to practice Tai Chi sword outside the door.

“I’m at least half a disciple of Wudang now. Should I buy a proper Tai Chi sword?”

He searched online; a soft sword made of manganese steel cost four or five hundred, and a solid wood sword over a hundred.

Forget it, he’d use a stick for now.

Chen Anquan was quite envious; in some martial arts dramas, the masters could use just a tree branch as a weapon and still dominate those wielding legendary blades like the Heaven Sword or Dragon Saber. Such a display of power!

Buzz buzz buzz...

Holding a branch, Chen Anquan began practicing Tai Chi sword in front of his house.

Just then, the bees in his home flew toward him.

He knew these bees wouldn’t attack humans, so he wasn’t worried they’d do anything out of line.

They clustered together, flying back and forth at the doorway, surrounding Chen Anquan as he wielded the stick.

They were like summer mosquitoes hovering over heads—wherever he went, they followed.

As he practiced, Chen Anquan chuckled and muttered to himself, “Could this be the legendary ‘luring bees and butterflies’?”

The bees had come, but there were no butterflies yet.

After more than an hour of Tai Chi sword practice, Chen Anquan noticed numbers shifting on his attribute panel.

His Tai Chi sword proficiency had risen from 5 to 7—an increase of 2 points.

This pace was much quicker than when he first began practicing.

Chen Anquan casually tossed the branch aside and turned to walk back into his house.

Curiously, once he stopped practicing, the bees returned to their usual routine, busy between the hive and the flower fields.

“These bees have become spirits, watching me practice Tai Chi sword!”

Chen Anquan found it both amusing and extraordinary.

He lit the gas stove, boiled a pot of hot water, opened a packet of noodles, and threw three bundles into the bubbling water.

He added some greens, an egg, a bit of salt and sesame oil, and soon had a steaming pot of noodles ready.

Since activating his attribute cultivation, Chen Anquan noticed his appetite had greatly increased—from one bowl per meal at first, now up to four.

After a simple nap at noon, Chen Anquan planned to continue his training.

“I want to be a training fanatic!”

Now, Chen Anquan had long cast aside worldly pursuits like status, wealth, honor, and women. He wanted to become stronger, to be a king of strength who could knock down a two-meter-thick wall with a single punch!

He changed into a black tank top, casual black shorts, and a pair of new canvas shoes.

The shoes were cheap, twelve yuan a pair. He had bought five pairs at once during his shopping trip to town today.

He trained his physical fitness during the day, practiced martial arts in the morning and evening. His routine was well planned.

Chen Anquan stood upright at the basketball court, gazing ahead at the pond and taking a deep breath.

It was the weekend. On the court, several ten-year-old students were playing basketball.

Someone noticed Chen Anquan and saw him slowly leaning forward.

Short and small, Chen Xinwu held the basketball in both hands, just about to shoot when he saw his uncle suddenly collapse!

“Uncle!”

Chen Xinwu dropped the ball and ran toward Chen Anquan.

He was Chen Anquan’s nephew, the eldest son of Chen Anzheng. He usually boarded at school, only at home on weekends.

He sprinted forward, but the distance between him and Chen Anquan was over twelve meters—he couldn’t reach him before he hit the ground.

“Ah!”

Some students saw Chen Anquan fall and cried out in alarm.

Chen Anquan, leaning forward, was unconcerned. He calmly stared ahead, letting his body fall freely.

Whoosh!

When his nose was only ten centimeters from the ground, he suddenly stretched out both palms, bracing himself, then looked at his nephew and smiled, “Xinwu, don’t worry. I’m just exercising.”

His hands moved like lightning; the others saw only a blur, and Chen Anquan’s free fall was suddenly frozen.

Chen Xinwu ran up, patting his chest with his palm and said in dialect, “You scared me to death! Uncle, what kind of training is this?”

“Push-ups.”

“......” Chen Xinwu, his cheeks flushed, was stunned. “Uncle, why don’t you just do push-ups on the ground? You almost scared me to death.”

Chen Anquan teased him, “So young, and already so easily frightened?”

At this point, Chen Anquan began doing push-ups.

The curious children were all captivated by his strange way of starting push-ups, and for a moment, none of them wanted to keep playing basketball.

Chen Anquan supported himself on the ground, arms shoulder-width apart, his head, neck, chest, back, and legs as straight as a board.

“Wow!” Chen Xinwu, now in his first year of middle school, had practiced push-ups in PE class, so he knew how extraordinary Chen Anquan’s preparation was.

“Xinwu, and all of you—watch closely! This is what a proper push-up looks like!”

Chen Anquan smiled. After so much training, it was time to show off!

Strength 1.59, agility 1.39, constitution 1.66—no joke!

Just then, a snot-nosed boy Chen Anquan didn’t recognize said seriously, “Uncle, you’re so fat, you can do ten push-ups at most!”

Then, a boy missing a front tooth added, “Uncle, I think you can do eleven!”

All these kids—didn’t they notice how impressive my free fall was just now? How could ten push-ups be my limit?