Don't Mess with That Dragon

"Uncle Chen, you’ve come."

Back at the community, standing at the door of his home was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, with a square face and scraggly beard, but eyes hidden in wrinkles that were as sharp as knives.

Li Weifeng felt a chill in his heart.

The moment Uncle Chen turned around, with his keen spirit, he felt a thick aura of murderous intent coming right at him.

This kind of aura could only be cultivated by someone who has been through battlefields and has stained their hands with more than one life.

Uncle Chen’s gaze swept over Li Weifeng for a moment.

He was a bit surprised by Li Weifeng’s aura.

But his voice was still full of solemn indifference:

"I thought you would never recover, but it seems I was wrong. You’re about to break through and become an official martial artist, aren’t you?"

"I’m already at the limit of a quasi-martial artist."

"Hmm, not bad. I have only one question: Have you really decided to take this step? Given your age, repeating a year and maintaining the status quo to pass the martial arts examination next year isn’t impossible. Going to the martial arts university with the state’s support, your achievements might be even greater. But following me into that circle, living precariously, your future achievements might not even reach the level of entering the martial arts university. Are you still determined to investigate your father’s death?"

Uncle Chen fixed his gaze directly on Li Weifeng, an invisible oppression spreading out.

Before this, he merely wanted Li Weifeng to step out of the shadows, so that if something ever changed, he could at least maintain some ability to protect himself.

But now it seemed that this kid was clearly on the path to regain his past, and the chances of repeating a year to get into the martial arts university were high. Following them into the dangers was not a good thing.

The invisible oppressive aura would have likely already intimidated and subdued others.

Yet Li Weifeng’s expression remained unchanged, his tone firm:

"Uncle Chen, I’ve already decided, a year is too long, I can’t wait."

A moment of silence.

The middle-aged man didn’t speak, and neither did Li Weifeng.

Uncle Chen gave him a profound look.

"I hope you won’t regret it in the future. Go pack your things, get ready to leave, I’ll be waiting downstairs for you, make arrangements, this time, once you leave, you might never get the chance to come back."

Uncle Chen patted Li Weifeng on the shoulder, then turned and went downstairs.

Watching Uncle Chen’s figure disappear around the corner of the stairs.

Li Weifeng walked into the house, shouldered the backpack he had packed the previous night.

He took one last look at the house, then closed the door and left.

...

Following behind Uncle Chen, he boarded the plane, left the magic city, and headed for Nanjiang.

After getting off the plane, Uncle Chen somehow produced a car, and Li Weifeng sat in the back, moving towards a certain place.

As the car progressed, the surrounding roads became more and more deserted.

"Uncle Chen, where are we going now?"

Gazing out the window, Li Weifeng asked out loud.

Uncle Chen didn’t answer, instead, he took a cigarette from the pack beside the car, lit it, and took a deep drag.

The smoke dispersed amid the low hum of the car engine.

A kind of emotion, indescribable, welled up inside the car with the smoke.

"Weifeng, do you know that this world is not as peaceful as it seems on the surface?"

As he said this, Li Weifeng felt as though Uncle Chen harbored countless, indescribable emotions.

Li Weifeng remained silent.

Living in this world for a few days, Li Weifeng had already begun to suspect something.

Beneath the façade of a peaceful society, turbulent undercurrents were hidden.

Now, Uncle Chen’s words were about to unveil the true veil of this world!

"A long time ago, about a hundred years ago, there was actually no such class as martial artists in this world, and not even the extraordinary existed."

"Throughout millennia of history, people consolidated combat techniques and created some Kung Fu, cultivation, Buddhist cultivation, etc., but these things, no matter how one practiced them, like national martial arts, reaching their depths would only make someone slightly better than ordinary people. Ultimately, they were still within the human realm, without the powers of high-grade martial artists to soar through the sky as they do now."

"But all that changed a hundred years ago." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

"The Underground Cave suddenly appeared. No one knows where that world came from or why it descended into ours, but with the appearance of the Underground Cave World, it brought dramatic changes to this world, and the Qi and Blood Dao began."

"Martial artists, through Qi Refining, can grow stronger, reaching the Ninth Grade, even becoming a force that one person can stand against ten thousand troops."

"But while the cave brought us the opportunity to become stronger, it also brought calamity."

"In the cave, there were also humans, and due to the environment, they were even stronger. Those humans would break through the boundaries into our world, causing destruction and plunder, resulting in extremely heavy casualties."

"Every time an entrance to the Underground Cave opens, it creates massive turmoil, and once it breaks into our world, it causes mass casualties in the tens of thousands."

"And we, the martial artists, are the most secure shield against those cave humans, guarding the stability of this world. Once the front line collapses, the whole world will become a slaughterhouse for the cave people."

"Martial artists enjoy privileges, but at the same time, they bear enormous responsibilities, the obligation to protect this world."

"The death rate for martial artists in the cave is extremely high..."

"Your father also died in one such cave unrest on the front line..."

With Uncle Chen’s narrative, the truth of this world slowly unfolded before Li Weifeng, revealing a brutally real side.

A crisis is lurking in the shadows.

In this seemingly peaceful world, there is a group of people silently guarding everything.

"Uncle Chen, can we only rely on martial artists to fight against the cave people? Aren’t guns and nuclear bombs effective?"

Feeling an unprecedented heaviness in his heart.

But at the same time,

it prompted a sense of doubt.

"In the Underground Cave World, firearms and all modern weaponry are difficult to be effective. It might be due to the world environment, the true reason I’m not very clear on. You’d have to ask the physicists about this."

"If the battle were brought to Earth, allowing cave people to enter our world, the resulting destruction would be even more dreadful. Moreover, once beyond the Third Grade, the body becomes resilient enough to repel small-caliber bullet shots, requiring heavy weaponry to inflict significant harm."

"Even at the Ninth Grade, they can withstand intercontinental missiles; there are quite a few Ninth Graders on the cave side. Although you might kill their bodies with missiles, those beings can still resurrect in the cave world and come back, only martial artists can kill those strong adversaries entirely."

"Nuclear bombs are the last line of defense for protecting this world, not to be used unless it’s a matter of survival. Therefore, it’s only the martial artists who can consistently be on the front lines, holding back the invasion of the cave people..."