Chapter 79: Transforming My Constitution—I'm Going to Become a Dragon!

Chen Yufeng was about to leave when Zhao Zhanpeng appeared. The moment he saw Chen Yufeng, he instinctively shouted,
"You country bumpkin, what are you doing here?"
Slap, slap—
Before Chen Yufeng could respond, Zhao Tianlong acted first. He rushed up to Zhao Zhanpeng and slapped him twice across the face, then barked sternly,
"You fool, this is my elder brother! You should be calling him 'Master.' Why aren't you on your knees begging his forgiveness? Hurry up!"
As he spoke, he turned to Chen Yufeng with a panicked, respectful apology. "Elder brother, please forgive my lack of discipline. My son is ignorant and has offended you. I beg your forgiveness and hope you will not hold it against him..."
He was terrified that if Chen Yufeng became angry, he might kill his son with a single blow.
"Since he's of my lineage, I'll give him another chance. Let it go this time," Chen Yufeng said lightly, not taking offense. Without another word, he turned and left.
Zhang Zhendong followed in his wake.
Zhao Zhanpeng stared after him, his heart in turmoil and unable to calm down. He couldn't make any sense of what had just happened.
In his eyes, his father possessed numerous impressive titles—president of the business association, outstanding entrepreneur, city council representative...
He was respected and influential, almost omnipotent.
Since when did his father have an elder brother, and why was it that guy?
How was that even possible?
Once Chen Yufeng was out of sight, Zhao Zhanpeng quickly turned to Zhao Tianlong and asked, "Dad, what on earth is going on? Why were you groveling in front of that guy, so scared of him? Is he really your elder brother?"
Smack—
Zhao Tianlong slapped him again, shouting angrily,
"Do you realize you just barely escaped with your life? And you still dare to call him 'that guy'? If he hears you again, you're finished; no one will be able to save you, understand?"
"But... but how can he be that terrifying?"
Zhao Zhanpeng clutched his face, clearly unconvinced.
"Didn't you see the enormous palm print over there?" Zhao Tianlong pointed to the spot where the Buddha's Palm had landed.
"What...what is that? The Buddha's Palm?"
Zhao Zhanpeng had noticed something strange when he walked in earlier.
He had wondered why there was such a giant palm print on the ground, just like the Buddha's Palm from those Kung Fu movies. There were signs of a fight everywhere; several holes had been smashed into the villa's walls.
Was this kind of destruction the work of Superman?
"That was indeed the Buddha's Palm, and it was delivered by that man himself. Now do you understand how terrifying he is?"
Remembering the scene, Zhao Tianlong shuddered inwardly. If that palm had struck him, there was no doubt he would have been pulverized without a trace.
"Wha... what? It was him—he did that?" Zhao Zhanpeng was utterly horrified. How could this be possible?
He had witnessed Chen Yufeng defeat four brawny men in an instant, so he knew the man was formidable, but never imagined he was capable of something so monstrous, wielding martial arts straight out of television legend.

Could he truly be a master of myth?
"Of course. Enough questions. All I can tell you is, if you ever see that man again, either keep your distance or address him respectfully as 'Master.' Understand?"
Zhao Tianlong warned gravely, afraid his son would cross Chen Yufeng again.
"Uh... fine, I get it," Zhao Zhanpeng replied, feeling utterly humiliated. He had wanted to find someone to settle the score with Chen Yufeng and restore his pride, but the irony was bitter: the father he had always admired was merely a subordinate to this man.
Why, why was fate so cruel?
Back at his apartment, Chen Yufeng checked his phone and saw a message from the official "Strongest Male & Female Student" website sent just after six o'clock, congratulating him on passing the online preliminaries.
He was now eligible to attend the official audition at a designated location.
It was just as he expected, so he wasn't particularly excited.
He knew that the Cultural Square in Ninghai City was one of the audition sites, and he planned to go there the next day.
"Hmm, now that I think about it, shouldn't I get my hands on some cultivation techniques and start training?"
After his encounter with a true master today, Chen Yufeng felt it was time to hone his own skills—who knew what kind of formidable people he might face in the future?
What if someone ambushed him, attacked from behind, or used a concealed weapon?
Even Superman would need a few seconds to take action.
If he could be like those cultivators, with spiritual awareness and lightning-fast reflexes, perhaps even cultivating an indestructible body, he wouldn't have to fear bullets at all.
Strength gained through his own cultivation would truly belong to him.
Besides, he had to admit, being possessed by the Golden Arhat or a Super Saiyan, that overwhelming sense of power was simply exhilarating.
Now, as an ordinary man, he felt uncomfortably weak. If he had never experienced that power, it might be different.
But, having felt it, he found it impossible to adjust to mere normalcy.
Moreover, since he now possessed the Divine Compass, how could he live an ordinary, mundane life?
Cultivation! It was time to begin!
With that, he immediately communicated with the artifact spirit: "Hey, little fairy, I want to cultivate. Hurry and pick a technique for me."
"Cultivation? That's for mortals. You should know, you're the descendant of a celestial being—show some ambition, won't you?" After a few seconds, the little fairy's disdainful voice chimed in.
"What the—what do you mean by that? Are you trying to dampen my enthusiasm? How about you give me some pointers?" Chen Yufeng was speechless.
"Idiot. Change your constitution."
"What? Change my constitution? What does that mean?"
"Well, you could turn into a pig, a dog, or a cat—take your pick," the little fairy replied indifferently. "Scared you, didn't I?"
"The hell—I’m not giving up being human to become an animal! Am I a masochist?" Chen Yufeng was hardly pleased.
Damn it, isn't this just a set-up?

"Well, would you like to become a dragon instead?"
"Become a dragon?" Now, that caught Chen Yufeng's interest.
"That's right. You could transform into a dragon, able to shift between human and dragon forms at will. Wouldn't that be thrilling?"
"Can you really do that, or are you pulling my leg?"
Chen Yufeng was overjoyed, but skeptical. Who knew what tricks she might play? What if he ended up as Pigsy, who would he complain to then?
"Believe it or not," the little fairy replied, not bothering to explain further.
"Alright, I believe you, I believe you. Oh, most beautiful fairy in all the heavens, unrivaled by Chang’e or the Seven Fairies, tell me what I have to do!" Chen Yufeng immediately put on his most flattering smile.
"Now, that's more like it."
The little fairy was clearly pleased and, adopting an air of benevolence, said,
"First, exchange for a drop of dragon blood. Then cultivate the Dragon Transformation Technique. Gradually, step by step, you'll transform into a dragon."
"Really? That's all it takes? Good, good, good!"
Hearing this, Chen Yufeng was thrilled. If he could become a dragon, nothing could be better. The dragon was a symbol of divinity and majesty, soaring through the nine heavens, sovereign over all.
All Chinese people called themselves descendants of the dragon, but who was truly a dragon? Who had ever seen one?
They were but mythical beasts.
The thought alone made Chen Yufeng's heart race. The fighting power of a dragon was legendary. If he could transform, he could roam the skies and oceans as he pleased—how exhilarating!
"Uh, by the way, how many reward points does a drop of dragon blood cost?"
"Dragon blood isn't expensive—only a hundred thousand points per drop. The Dragon Transformation Technique is eighty thousand. So, a total of a hundred and eighty thousand points."
"What the—are you trying to scare me? I only have 3,489 points right now. That's nowhere near enough!"
Chen Yufeng was stunned. A hundred and eighty thousand points? That was way out of reach.
How much showing off would he have to do to earn that?
Did she think it was easy to keep up this act?
"That's what you get for being so useless. You're hopeless—look at how few points you've earned. I despise you," the little fairy seized the opportunity to put him down mercilessly.
"You—"
Damn it!
It was infuriating—he'd gotten excited for nothing.
But there was no rush. All he needed were more points, and there was always a chance. He just needed to hurry and rack up some rewards...
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