The Favored Son of Heaven

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Genes were inheritable, so could a martial artist’s active level also be inherited? As countless scientists were still doing endless research on how a martial artist’s outbreak period came into being…

Asura had already begun studying this topic to a deeper extent. Her research had reached such an extensive depth that others could no longer even compare.

Fenghua Danyun, curled up in a pink quilt, was watching the changes in the value on the projection floating before her eyes.

After many years of research, it was found that genes and a martial artist’s active level were very different. On the surface, they didn’t seem to have any connection at all.

But was it truly like that? No! The active level and genes were related, their relationship existed at a deeper level. If one was unable to thoroughly study the active level, one couldn’t find the connection between the two.

Genes could easily be inherited but it was very difficult to inherit the active level.

First, she determined the biggest two factors which would influence the inheritance of the active degree. First was that the martial artist’s active degree must exceed three thousand! If all the martial arts masters were included, there were a lot of people who had active levels over three thousand after their second growth outbreak period.

However, in Asura’s opinion, a martial artist in the second growth outbreak period or maturity period was of no use.

The second factor was that when a martial artist’s active level had reached three thousand, they must be in the first growth outbreak period.

If the first growth outbreak period was already over, then even if he had an active level of over ten thousand, it was still useless. They must be full of youthful spirit and in a growing phase.

Martial Madman was one choice, and Qin Fen was another.

After finishing the first special training, Martial Madman’s activity levels had reached over three thousand five hundred.

According to Asura’s calculation, the child born should be above Asura’s Child, reaching the levels of Asura’s Devil Child, but it wasn’t qualified to reach the levels of Asura’s Holy Child.

If she wanted to give birth to Asura’s Holy Child, then the child’s father must have an active level of over ten thousand!

After this value, when Asura made her first conclusion: she thought that there was no hope in this life. But who have thought that God would send her such a monster that she also happened to have a crush on!?

The Asura’s Holy Child would not have an activity level of ten thousand after birth but when he enters the outbreak period, his active level will rapidly rise, doubling in no time and leaving his peer martial artists far behind in a short period of time.

Of course, the birth conditions for the Asura’s Holy Child were more stringent. Apart from the basic requirements for the father, it also needed various drugs to go with it to take effect.

At the same time, there was a stringent requirement for the mother of the Asura’s Holy Child.

Curled up in the pink quilt, Asura’s cheeks sometimes blushed red in embarrassment, sometimes she was in melancholy, sometimes she fell into contemplation, and sometimes, there was a shallow smile on her face and followed by occasional giggles.

…

Qin Fen leaned back against the headrest, in a half-sitting and half-lying position, facing a white wall.

The events of last night were like a dream but at the same time incomparably real. It wasn’t a figment of his imagination. The searing gashes on his back from her nails reminded him that it was definitely not a dream.

Asura, Fenghua Danyun… Qin Fen had never experienced such a headache. It didn’t look like she was looking for a one-night stand, so why did she leave silently after waking up?

She didn’t ask him to take responsibility nor did she say anything, as if nothing had happened.

Is she playing with me? Qin Fen shook his head lightly, denying this notion.

Judging by Asura’s behavior, she wasn’t playing with me for sure.

What are you exactly thinking? Qin Fen got up, took a shower, and got dressed before jumping out of the window, rushing straight towards Asura’s residence to know Fenghua Danyun’s exact thoughts.

After half a year of special training, Qin Fen’s martial dao was successful. Qin Fen was changing himself constantly. His character was more and more active than before. This time, he no longer wanted to be passive like before.

A huge projection was floating in front of Fenghua Danyun’s room, a line of characters on which were extremely dangerous in others’ opinions.

“Old Lady is in a very bad mood today, whoever wants to taste a beating can bother to knock and try!”

This simple line of text was more powerful than those talismans from Maosan priests and had the ability to ward off evil spirits. Almost all the martial artists passing by made a detour, for the fear of stepping on the grass and flowers here would incite the wrath of Head of Sacred Martial Hall’s Department of Martial Arts and get them beaten up for nothing.

Qin Fen knocked on the door… no one answered.

Qin Fen knocked again, still no reply.

Qin Fen looked about before applying Dragon Elephant Prajna Art on his leg; he kicked the door open directly.

There were all kinds of doors in the world but there were not many doors capable of stopping a full-on blow from a fifteen-star martial artist. Asura’s room also didn’t have such a door.

With just one kick, the door was knocked down. But not a single word of Asura’s fury came from inside the room, it was as quiet as before.

When Qin Fen stepped into the room, he was slightly startled. There was no one here. Asura, Fenghua Danyun wasn’t in the room; only a note was lying on the table.

Qin Fen could clearly read the words on the note with his excellent eyesight; it was left for him.

Hehe…Qin Fen, I knew you would come! But I have already left. Of course, I have to hide after doing something bad, so don’t look for me anymore. Remember, if you don’t want to force me to hide, don’t look for me. I will show up again, it won’t take me a year. Give me some time and space, okay!

Danyun

Looking at the signature at the bottom, Qin Fen carefully took the note. If an HoD-level martial artist was hell-bent on not letting others find her, it really won’t be an easy matter to find her.

The short letter revealed Fenghua Danyun’s free and capricious personality. Qin Fen immediately called the maintenance department of the Sacred Martial Hall and notified that the door was damaged and was in need of repair before walking out of the room.

Qin Fen walked out of the room after clearing up his mood. How can I be worse than Fenghua Danyun? If she can do this, then why should I keep dragging my feet?

One year was not a long time; Qin Fen could afford to wait. He could think about how should he deal with this matter then.

After having put everything down for the time being, Qin Fen headed straight to the Sacred Martial Hall’s Secret Art Pavillion.

As the personal disciple of two heads, Qin Fen had enough qualifications to enter the Secret Martial Hall. His permissions were already stored in his badge through the system.

When he arrived at the Sacred Martial Hall’s Secret Art Pavillion for the second time, a long-lost feeling rose in his heart. Half a year ago, I have benefited a lot from this place. What will I gain from this revisit?

The caretaker of this place already knew of Qin Fen’s identity. There was no impediment on his part.

Entering the Secret Art Pavillion, Qin Fen walked thought all the floors slowly.

He didn’t need to anxious like last time. He needed to take a closer look at the introduction of each room and then make an orderly choice.

Walking past room after room, Qin Fen didn’t rush into Dragon Fists’ room anxiously.

Martial Emperor Dragon Fists wasn’t a simple Dragon Fist! When Qin Fen created this set of boxing, his target was to absorb all the boxing techniques in the world and form a set of Dragon Fists used by Martial Arts Kings and Emperors.

At that time, the martial arts road Qin Fen was walking on had the shadow of Emperor and Dragon Fists. But with the growth in his strength and exploration of martial dao, the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists were no longer a hundred percent compatible with his divine dao martial dao.

It could be said that this set of Martial Emperor Dragon Fists could bear the concepts and spiritual imprints of Qin Fen’s many martial dao but it was unable to bear the spiritual imprints of Qin Fen’s complete martial dao.

After all, the Martial Emperor wasn’t a God but he was relatively close to the divine dao. Otherwise, his martial dao’s aura of power may have been able to climb even higher when fighting with Martial Madman; the boxing techniques displayed would have been truly invincible.

I must create a set of boxing techniques suitable for myself so that it can completely withstand my divine dao.

So, just dragon fists or boxing techniques of other schools weren’t enough!

Qin Fen didn’t believe that he could beat the Qilin Sect by relying on the Martial Emperor Dragon Fists.

I need to amaze the world in one go!  Qin Fen calmed his mood down and once again selected the room of most basic boxing technique and went in.

Even a ten-thousand-feet tall building needs a solid foundation.

A towering tree similarly buds from the root, then grow out branches and scatter leaves; only then can it exist.

The more remarkable something was, the stronger its foundation!

And often, people only paid attention to those towering magnificence and ignored their source!

Only by truly grasping the source could anyone spread branches and scatter leaves.

The same was true for martial dao. All the martial dao masters who had founded their own school had chosen a seed from these martial dao sources and developed it.

What Qin Fen was doing today was something many martial dao masters who had established their own schools had once done.

If there was any difference, it was that Qin Fen’s ambition was greater than that of many founding martial dao masters!

Others just needed a seed from the sea of martial dao to create a towering tree, but Qin Fen, on the other hand, needed a lot of seeds.

In other words, Qin Fen wanted to find and create the most primitive seed from various martial dao seeds.

There were many seeds, so how did these seeds come to be? Broken from a huge seed? Qin Fen’s ultimate goal was to find this. Even if couldn’t find this, he could throw a few seeds and merge them together to create a new seed.

Qin Fen had already thought of it the name of this seed: Godly Fists!

A boxing technique of gods, reaching the extreme of martial dao!

Such a collection could not be done in a day or two. Qin Fen ate, drank, slept in the Secret Art Pavillion. Occasionally, he would encounter Caesar and the others in other rooms.

Every time they met, they would glance and smile at each other before continue looking for the secret experience suitable for themselves.

It wasn’t Qin Fen alone, who had made a great stride during the six months of special training. Caesar and the others were also progressing at an alarming rate.

If one wanted to make progress in the previously determined martial dao, they needed a lot of supplements in addition to the self-reference of their fights. And the Secret Art Pavillion was a huge nutritional supplement of martial dao.

As Qin Fen walked about a room, he encountered Solomon. The most silent martial artist in the group puffed his chest slightly upon sighting Qin Fen.

Three!

A baby-fist-sized metallic badge was hanging on his left chest. Qin Fen had also seen Caesar and the others with similar badges with four, five, and other numbers written on them.

Three, this represented that he was third strongest in Qin Fen’s team! In the ranking battle on the Mountain of Blades that day, the third place was taken by Solomon. It also represented that he was the most qualified person to challenge Qin Fen apart from Xue Tian.

Since Xue Tian actively avoided or refused to fight, Solomon became the first person in Qin Fen’s squad to challenge Qin Fen.

Brooks, who had number four hanging on his chest also happened to walk into this room. The moment he saw Solomon sticking out the number three on his chest, two sharp gleams immediately shot out from his eyes.

In this world, perhaps the only thing that could make Brooks so interested was the badge on Solomon’s chest.

After Qin Fen’s group had fought on the Mountain of Blades, they agreed to hold this internal battle every six months to determine who this number plate would go to.

After having undergone the special training for half a year, their friendship had grown deeper. At the same time, it had further enhanced the competition between them.

Sensing Brook’s sharp glare, Solomon puffed his chest even more so, an indescribable pride on his handsome face.

Number three! The number that made Qin Fen’s team jealous was enough to make Solomon feel proud.

“Wear it, keep wearing it, enjoy these six months.” Brooks took a book from the shelf and said with a smile, “After six months, you won’t have the opportunity to wear it. At that time, you can only look at it hanging on my chest.”

Solomon lightly shook his index finger; the smile on his face seemed to be saying that Brooks was bragging.

“Number three is mine.”

Right then, Yang Lie’s cold voice came from outside the door.

Qin Fen picked a book from the shelf and quickly made his way out of the room. Every time the ownership of number three came up, all of them would become aware of it even if they were far away in other rooms, as if the wind whispered in their ears. Caesar should be about to arrive here as well.

There was no day and night in the Secret Art Pavillion. Qin Fen also didn’t expect that his stay would last for two months. A large bunch of martial arts notes had been crazily swallowed by him, whether it was the simple Arhat Fists or advanced Indra’s Claws, all had been crazily incorporated in his martial dao.

The embryonic form of Godly Fists had also gradually formed and perfected; it was no longer a simple fantasy.

Qin Fen pushed open the door of Secret Art Pavillion and gazed at the bright light. He didn’t feel any discomfort and leisurely walked down the stairs.

Looking at the disappearing back of Qin Fen, the man guarding the Secret Art Pavillion rubbed his eyes, again and again.

Obviously, it’s the same guy, but why does his back give an unfamiliar feeling after just two months?

This was not some illusion created by the growth in his martial dao or star-class! The man guarding the Sacred Martial Hall’s Secret Art Pavillion had even seen an HoD-level martial artist once, but none of them had given him this kind of feeling.

He seemed strong but not strong, weak but not weak, real but illusionary, simply a mess of confusion! The man felt that he couldn’t see the opposite party’s aura. This feeling was very strange. When looked at carefully, he felt a strange pull, giving him the impression that he would be dragged over and devoured mercilessly if he kept on looking.

Quiet, peaceful, calm! But it also gave him the feeling of the awakening of a prehistoric monster…

Confused, the guard shook his head before turning back to his job.