Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 496 - 295: The Fangxiang Who Devours Ghosts, Murderer Symbol

Chapter 496: Chapter 295: The Fangxiang Who Devours Ghosts, Murderer Symbol

Recalling the scene I saw back then on Mist Mountain.

The White Ghost descended from the sky like a deity, smashed the Golden Benba Bottle with one punch, destroyed the man-eating array, and saved all the treasure hunters.

That figure burning with flames, that staggering strength!

Li Dingjian could hardly believe that person was his nephew, Fang Cheng, whom he watched grow up.

Yet various signs, especially the utterly familiar voice, forced him to doubt.

On hearing his uncle’s inquiry, Fang Cheng was already prepared and replied casually:

"Actually, nothing particularly special, probably over a year ago, I had a high fever, burning until I was muddled."

"I hid under my blanket and slept all night, and when I woke up, I found some inexplicable changes had happened in my body."

"At first, I was a little scared, so I kept it from you all, afraid to mention it to anyone."

"Later, once outside, I encountered some thugs trying to extort, I couldn’t hold back and fought, and ended up beating them off in a few moves."

"That’s when I realized my strength had increased a lot, and my speed became much faster than ordinary people."

"Afterwards..."

Fang Cheng shrugged, trying to keep his expression sincere.

"I thought perhaps this was an opportunity sent by heaven, so I intentionally started training, exercises like running, push-ups, pull-ups, practiced whatever I could."

"The improvement in physical fitness was really quick, strength and speed skyrocketed along, even mastered the flame ability. Anyway, gradually, I became stronger and stronger, becoming like this now."

Fang Cheng concocted a somewhat bizarre but seemingly plausible falsehood.

Li Dingjian listened half-believingly, but did not delve into the details.

What he cared about more was evidently another question:

"What about your spirit? Have there been any issues?"

Li Dingjian lowered his voice, sternly questioning:

"Have there been hallucinations? For example, hearing some inexplicable noises when nobody is nearby, or seeing things that shouldn’t exist? Or having particularly eerie nightmares at night?"

Fang Cheng hesitated for a moment, half-truthfully said:

"Occasionally there were hallucinations before, then I enrolled in a meditation training class, learned some emotional control and concentration techniques, so the situation improved a lot, hasn’t affected my normal life for now."

"That’s good, that’s good..."

Upon hearing this, Li Dingjian obviously breathed a sigh of relief, yet his expression remained stern.

He seriously looked at Fang Cheng, meticulously advised word by word:

"Ah Cheng, remember your uncle’s words, once you feel anything unusual with yourself, especially mental anomalies, like the situation you had before reappearing, even worsening, unable to control your emotions, you must immediately tell me!"

"Absolutely don’t try to tough it out alone, do you understand? These matters are no joke!"

Seeing Li Dingjian’s attitude so stern, even more anxious than himself, the doubts in Fang Cheng’s heart deepened:

"Uncle, I remember last time in the hotel, you seemed to remind me about similar things too, did you know long ago that I might become like this?"

Li Dingjian was silent for a moment, then slowly opened:

"Ah Cheng, do you know what outsiders call us... those whose bodies exhibit anomalies and become different from ordinary people?"

Fang Cheng froze for a moment.

This question was so familiar,

Nearly two months ago, the Smiling Demon also mentioned it to him in almost the same tone.

Li Dingjian continued speaking to himself:

"They call us monsters, freaks, demons, the more unpleasant the name, the better. But according to official terminology, the most proper designation is—mutant."

"This term is used to refer to all those who are not born into noble families, yet for various reasons, possess abilities beyond ordinary people."

He paused, seemingly organizing language so that Fang Cheng could understand more easily:

"These abilities are not produced out of thin air. It’s said that as early as in the Primitive Tribe era, tens of thousands of years ago, among human ancestors occasionally appeared some... well, they could be considered lucky ones, or ’the chosen,’ who due to various fortuitous events, acquired mysterious powers beyond reach by mortals."

"Because of suddenly gaining great strength, some people lost their heads, forsook their nature, and turned into monsters causing havoc everywhere."

"But some guarded their true nature, relying on the power to slay monsters and demons, protect their group, becoming legendary heroes, demigods of the human world."

"Those mythical heroes form the earliest clan tribes by their own blood lineage, leading humans toward civilization, and their powers too pass down generation after generation."

"However, as time flies, the bloodline gradually thins, and people with extraordinary abilities become fewer and fewer."

"But even so, under certain special circumstances, ordinary people still have an extremely small chance to ’revert to ancestry,’ reactivating the powers hidden deep in blood genes."

"This process is called ’awakening,’ somewhat like suddenly unlocking the secrets in a martial arts novel, but much more perilous."

Fang Cheng nodded, his heart understood.

What his uncle said was largely the same as what the Smiling Demon told him.

Except he explained it more carefully and more cautiously.

"Those aristocratic families with hundreds, even thousands of years of heritage, the reason they can always stay at the top of society isn’t because their bloodline is more noble than that of ordinary people."