"There are quite a few similar feats still to tell." Dong Yunchuan spoke passionately, his voice rising involuntarily. "In the twenty-ninth year of the Republic, on the eve of the great counterattack, the Empire of Japan gathered its last elite forces to confront us at the northern defensive line." "Among them was a ’Ghost God Unit’ made up of mutants, with incredibly formidable combat power, stationed at the main camp to protect their highest commanding officer." "Just as the situation reached a stalemate and we were at a loss, Li Guizhen went on another solo mission, breaking into the main camp where tens of thousands of enemy troops were stationed." "No one knows the specifics of the process; all that is known is that the Japanese commander died suddenly in the camp." "Even more astonishing, after completing the assassination mission, Li Guizhen didn’t leave immediately. Instead, he wiped out the core members of the ’Ghost God Unit’ who came to support within the enemy camp." "That battle firmly established his reputation as the ’Killing God’ and shattered the morale of the Japanese army, paving the way for our subsequent counterattack." After recounting these deeds of the legendary figure, Dong Yunchuan let out a long breath and said with considerable emotion: "This Officer Li never uses potions or relies on any modern weapons, only his own flesh and a sword." "But to train martial arts to such a pinnacle like him, isn’t that the most extraordinary talent?" "Many speculate that he must be a descendant of a hidden noble family from ancient times, inherently possessing extraordinary aptitude." "However, there’s been no news about him for a long time. Some say he made too many enemies and finally fell into a trap, surrounded and killed. Others say he got old and couldn’t resist the years, dying of old age." "I heard these things from Senior Brother Ma, so their truth is hard to verify." "But his strength, unfathomable as it is, is undeniably recognized as one of the strongest in the history of the Special Search Team." At this point, Dong Yunchuan’s eyes returned to Fang Cheng, filled with fervent expectations. "Ah Cheng, with your aptitude, I believe you have every chance to surpass him in the future!" "If you’re interested in his deeds, you can ask Senior Brother Ma Jianguo. After all, the Ma Family has some connections with this Officer Li." Fang Cheng nodded thoughtfully. A picture flashed in his mind. Two hundred meters deep underwater on Yong’an Island, in the natural cavern he deemed his quiet chamber for cultivation. There on the cavern wall was a line of characters, smoothed by the sea water: "Li Guizhen was here." At the time, he merely thought it was a fellow practitioner who had once descended here for cultivation. Yet he didn’t expect that this name was backed by such a shocking past. It is uncertain whether this "Li Guizhen" is the same as that "Li Guizhen." If it is indeed the same person, it means this legendary figure was at least active until not long ago. More importantly, the feats recounted by Dong Yunchuan offered Fang Cheng a perfect model. An officially acknowledged precedent, even once relied upon, who attained supreme martial prowess through personal cultivation. This means that as long as his abilities don’t show clear mutant traits, he can entirely attribute them to "Qigong" or "Ancient Martial Arts." If he ever really faces an audit from the Special Search Team, he would have an impeccable explanation. Advance with aggression, retreat with defense. This discovery quietly settled a stone in Fang Cheng’s heart. The midday sunlight poured through the Venetian blinds, casting mottled shadows in the antique office. The air was filled with the mixed aroma of old books and tea. After a few more words, Fang Cheng politely declined Dong Yunchuan’s invitation for lunch and stood up to bid farewell. Dong Yunchuan personally escorted him to the office door, earnestly reassuring him again: "Ah Cheng, don’t worry about the graduate school admission. Leave everything to me, and wait for the good news peacefully." Fang Cheng hesitated for a moment, his lips moved slightly. Ultimately, he swallowed the words back, merely nodding. "Thank you, Uncle Dong. But you don’t have to push too hard, it’s best to let it happen naturally." Dong Yunchuan smiled comfortingly: "Why so formal with me." Walking out of the red brick building of the law school. The noonday sun was warm and gentle, spilling over him, dispelling the heavy sense of history in the office. The campus was lush with trees, young students strolling by in groups, brimming with youthful vitality. It was as if he had stepped into a completely different world compared to just now. Fang Cheng, carrying a messenger bag, took a deep breath of the air filled with the fragrance of vegetation. A moment ago, he had intended to outright refuse Dong Yunchuan’s goodwill. To him, this graduate diploma was not necessary, and he preferred not to owe favors because of it. Discover more novels at novel-fire.net But the hopeful gaze of his mother flashed in his mind. It was one of the very few, yet most important anchors for him in this worldly society. Refusal would mean spending more words to explain and soothe his mother’s hopeful heart for his success. Acceptance would reassure his mother and make his family happy. For Fang Cheng, who was long used to solving problems in the most direct and violent ways. Such choices filled with social niceties seemed to be even more troublesome. However, he was not a person prone to sentimentality, nor would he be indecisive about it. Since he had already made a choice, he no longer dwelled on it.