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Chapter 591: Starting from the Wizarding World
Yesterday's chapter was censored; too lazy to edit it, so I'll switch to another world.
A standard wizarding world.

Li Zhongren felt the memories in his mind and thought to himself.

On a continent, there exists an order similar to that of the Middle Ages, inhabited by a host of so-called lords.

Then, the foundation of this rule was the power of the knights. A fully armed and powerful knight, with his extraordinary breathing technique, could single-handedly cut through an army, making him someone to aspire to.

Then the wizard arrived, and the knights groveled like dogs.

These wizards would take talented children away to the so-called wizarding world. Most of them would die on the way, from exhaustion, from accidents, or from promotions. In the end, only a small number would become true wizards and go on to explore the so-called truth.

This is very unreasonable.

In his past life, Li Zhongren thought the same thing when he read similar novels.

However, after he came to this world and inherited the original owner's memories, he realized that many things are not simply reasonable to exist, but rather that their existence is reasonable.

As an ordinary person, he overlooked one thing.

That is the core of the extraordinary: psionic energy.

Why don't wizards come to these so-called ordinary continents to lord it over others?
The reason is simple: it's due to the environment.

In the world he lived in, psychic energy was unevenly distributed. Many ordinary continents had extremely low levels of psychic energy. For a wizard to stay in such a place was like a car trying to drive in the desert—could it? Yes.

However, there are no gas stations.

If you run out of oil, you're doomed.

It's fine for short periods, like when a wizard comes to collect supplies; you can bring potions, magic crystals, and replenish your magic energy.

However, over time, under special circumstances, all magical energy will gradually dissipate, and even the magical slots that wizards painstakingly construct in their souls will disappear.

This is the real reason why wizards avoid these places of death and destruction.

Of course, the benefit is that it gives ordinary people some breathing room. Otherwise, given the behavior of wizards in this world who don't need to cultivate and who frequently conduct all sorts of terrifying experiments, the lower classes would probably be treated as long-term expendable resources.

call.
Taking a slow breath, Li Zhongren stopped thinking and looked at himself in the mirror.

Short blond hair and a handsome face.

He was lucky enough to possess the body of a noble boy, which is why he was able to learn these things from the boy's mind.

But his luck wasn't great either, because the boy was poisoned to death. The reason was quite simple: his stepmother, in order to pave the way for her own son and fight for the right of succession, decided to kill the so-called first in line to the throne while the baron was away from his territory.

"Hey"

Thinking of this, Li Zhongren sighed. He was most annoyed by these ridiculous and troublesome things.

Fortunately, he had a cheat code.

It's also a simple, unassuming add-on.

Add some points.

Li Zhongren, or rather Wanda, had a sudden thought, and a semi-transparent panel that only he could see appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Wanda (Li Zhongren)]

Strength: 5 (Mortal Limit)

Endurance: 5 (Human Limit)

Agility: 9 (Emerging Talent)

[Skill: Iris Breathing Technique LV1]

[Skill: Iris Flower Sword Technique LV2]

[Available skill points: 0]

"Truly simple and unpretentious."

Li Zhongren muttered to himself.

He never let revenge linger overnight, but he also knew that sharpening the axe wouldn't delay the work of chopping wood.

Instead of immediately going to find that wicked stepmother, he relied on his status as the eldest son, his memories, and his agility of 9 points to silently walk towards the treasury deep inside the family castle. The treasury door opened, and inside were displayed the wealth accumulated by the baron family over generations, with gold coins, jewelry, armor, and weapons displayed in abundance.

Li Zhongren's gaze swept directly past these worldly things, landing precisely on a few inconspicuous boxes in the corner.

Those were extraordinary items treasured by the Baron.

A dull, black stone that seems to absorb light.
A withered vine, yet still clinging to a faint breath of life...
Several well-worn ancient coins, faintly imbued with negative energy.
There was also a broken dagger, its blade gleaming with an ominous, magical light.
"Swallow."

Li Zhongren silently recited this in his heart.

He reached out and touched the items one by one.

The text on the panel immediately started jumping.

[Absorb Shadow Stone Fragment, gain 25 Skill Points]

[Absorb the withered and flourishing vines, gain 20 skill points]

[Absorbed 3 Cursed Coins, gained 36 Skill Points]

[Absorb the Broken Enchantment Dagger, gain 27 skill points]

[Available skill points: 108]

A glint flashed in Li Zhongren's eyes, and he focused his mind on the [Iris Breathing Technique] without hesitation.

"promote!"

[Consumes 10 skill points; Iris Breathing Technique upgraded to LV2]

[Consumes 20 skill points; Iris Breathing Technique upgraded to LV3]

[Consumes 30 skill points; Iris Breathing Technique upgraded to LV4]

[Consuming 40 skill points, Iris Breathing Technique upgraded to LV5!]

boom!
A surge of immense energy exploded within him, as if breaking free from some innate shackles!
The surrounding air seemed to distort slightly, and the sparse psionic energy frantically converged towards him, surging into his limbs and bones.

His blood surged like mercury, his bones emitted a faint hum, his muscle fibers were reorganizing and strengthening, and his internal organs were cleansed and nourished by rich energy.

That's not all; the feedback from the improved breathing technique started to wildly boost basic attributes!
[Power boost...]

[Endurance boost...]

Agility boost...

The numbers on his attribute panel jumped wildly. At the same time, the moment his breathing technique reached LV5, all sorts of mysteries about battle qi naturally flooded into his mind. The newly born, powerful force within him obediently obeyed his will, and a unique battle skill originating from the essence of his transmigrated soul—[Battle Qi Mimicry]—was born.

Li Zhongren felt the earth-shattering changes within his body, and an unprecedented sense of power filled his entire being.

He brought up the panel again, and the data this time was no longer human-readable:
[Name: Wanda Lee (Li Zhongren)]

Strength: 100 (Core strength approximately 10000 kg)

Endurance: 100 (Super regeneration, immune to all diseases, long stamina)

Agility: 150 (Sliding like a snake, lightning-fast reflexes, and superhuman thinking)

[Skill: Iris Breathing Technique LV5 (MAX) (Aura Source, Aura Protection, Combat Technique: Aura Mimicry)]

[Skill: Iris Flower Sword Technique LV2 (Armor Penetration, Swiftness)] [Available Skill Points: 8]

"Level 5 breathing technique, that's roughly what's known as the Knight King."

Li Zhongren clenched his fist lightly. He felt that he could punch through the castle walls. The vigorous vitality brought by his endurance made him certain that unless his brain or heart was destroyed instantly, even the most serious injuries could heal quickly.

With 150 points of agility, he could see the world as if it had slowed down, making countless details clearly visible. His thinking speed was faster than he could imagine, and he felt like he could catch a continuous stream of bullets from a submachine gun at will.

"Then, the liquidation begins."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Li Zhongren's lips. His figure blurred, and he vanished from the treasure vault like a ghost.

His movements appeared leisurely and unhurried, as if he were simply strolling in his own garden, yet his speed was so fast that he left behind afterimages.

The poisoned maid, the stepmother's trusted steward, and the guard
Li Zhongren's pace remained unhurried, but wherever he went, anyone belonging to his stepmother's faction was instantly killed. Screams, cries of alarm, and the sound of weapons breaking finally shattered the castle's tranquility.
Li Zhongren strolled leisurely through the blood-stained corridor, heading directly to the heart of the castle: the main drawing room.

The heavy oak door to the living room was pushed open by an invisible force, as if gently pushed open by the hand of a giant.

Inside the door, the scene created a brief moment of tranquility in contrast to the bloody carnage outside, yet it was filled with a tense atmosphere of impending conflict.

The stepmother, Lady Elena, did not scream in panic like an ordinary noblewoman.

She was indeed pale, her carefully styled hair was slightly disheveled, and her gorgeous skirt was wrinkled from her hurried movements, but her eyes were like those of a venomous snake driven to the brink of despair—cold, resentful, yet filled with an incredulous shock.

She stood in the center of the living room, firmly protecting her ten-year-old son behind her.

He was surrounded by sixteen elite guards.

These were not ordinary soldiers from the territory, but her trusted assassins brought from her maternal home. Each of them was burly, wearing chainmail and an outer robe, carrying swords and shields or halberds, with fierce eyes and experienced.

The earlier commotion prompted them to quickly organize their defenses, forming a semi-circular defensive formation that protected Elena and her child in the center. Their weapons were drawn, gleaming coldly, and aimed at the uninvited guests at the door.

When Elena saw Wanda, the stepson she had personally poisoned and who should have been lying in a coffin, walk in, her pupils contracted violently.

'How is this possible?! That poison was enough to kill a ground dragon! How could he still be alive?'

She was not an ignorant woman.

Her family was also a knightly family. Although she herself was not talented enough to become a knight, she had been exposed to breathing techniques and could vaguely sense the "qi" of strong people.

At this moment, Wanda no longer felt like the young knight apprentice who, although excellent, was still within the realm of mortals. Instead, she felt like a bottomless abyss, with a terrifying aura that made it almost impossible for her to breathe emanating from her seemingly frail body.

This was an aura of power far beyond what a knight should possess! It was even more terrifying than that of her father, that high-ranking knight!
'What happened? Has he been hiding his strength all along? No, impossible! It must be... a fortuitous encounter? Or... he's been possessed by something?'

Countless thoughts flashed through her mind, but Elena knew that this was not the time to investigate.

Whatever happened, the other party was clearly there for revenge, and there was no room for negotiation.

beg for mercy?

She immediately dismissed the idea.

Judging from the silence outside and the faint smell of blood, one could tell how ruthless and heartless this bastard was.

Begging for mercy will only lead to a faster and more humiliating death.

Only fight to the death!

With these elite warriors, perhaps we can still fight for a glimmer of hope!
Could they wipe out all her men in an instant?

"Wanda!"

Elena suppressed the tremor in her throat, her voice sharp and sarcastic, trying to intimidate the other party with her imposing manner, and also to boost the morale of herself and her subordinates.

"You monster possessed by a demon! You've slaughtered your people and destroyed the castle! Do you even want to kill your mother and brother? What are you all standing there for! Seize this traitor of the family! Dead or alive!"

The last sentence, "Dead or alive, it doesn't matter," was almost a scream, filled with hysterical resolve.

Upon receiving the order, the sixteen assassins simultaneously let out a low battle roar. Shields clashed, producing a dull thud. Halberds pointed forward, and swordsmen stepped forward. The chilling killing intent mixed with the faint air currents generated by their breathing techniques condensed into a considerable aura, pressing down on Wanda at the door like an iron wall.

They were well-trained, coordinated perfectly, and confident that even against a great knight, they could outnumber him and use their battle formation to engage or even kill him.

Looking at the tense atmosphere and at Elena's eyes, which were trying to remain calm but couldn't hide her fear, Li Zhongren's cold smile became even more pronounced.

"Ants."

He uttered two words softly, without even drawing the sword from his waist.

Faced with the surging steel line, he simply raised his right hand calmly.

Within his body, the LV5 Iris Breathing Technique was running wildly, and a vast expanse of silver battle qi surged forth instantly!

However, this fighting spirit did not take the form of a common weapon or armor, but instead rapidly condensed and deformed in front of his palm.

Elena and her assassins stared wide-eyed at what they saw that was completely incomprehensible.

That silver battle aura actually... condensed into a strange creation they had never seen before, filled with a cold metallic texture, with a long gun barrel and a complex structure! The thing shimmered with silver light, yet exuded a terrifying aura of destruction.

"Then...what is that?"

“Da da da da da——!!!”

Without giving them any time to think, Li Zhongren activated his mind, and the "heavy machine gun" formed from highly condensed demon-breaking battle qi roared deafeningly! It wasn't the sound of gunpowder weapons, but the terrifying shriek of a high-speed battle qi bullet tearing through the air!
The silver aura bullets formed a devastating 'metal storm' that crashed violently into the formation of the assassins at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to perceive!
"Puff-puff-!"

What happened next was nothing short of a massacre!

The steel shields were torn apart and pierced through instantly, as if made of paper! Chainmail and plate armor offered no protection whatsoever, and along with their owners' bodies, they were easily torn apart, broken, and blasted through by the ferocious aura bullets!
Blood and bits of flesh exploded instantly, turning the magnificent living room into a hellish red.

Limbs and severed arms were scattered everywhere, along with fragments of broken weapons and armor.

The suicide soldiers didn't even have time to utter a complete scream before they fell in droves to the ground under the terrifying firepower that was beyond their comprehension.

They tried to charge, but their speed was as slow as a snail in the face of the air-powered machine guns. They tried to parry, but all their defenses were ineffective. They couldn't even understand what kind of weapon they were dying from!
The fierceness and lingering hope on Elena's face were completely replaced by boundless fear and despair at this moment.

She watched helplessly as the power she relied on, which she thought was enough to protect her, was completely destroyed in a few breaths, turning into a mixture of wreckage and blood.

The terrifying "tap-tap" sound was like the death knell, each strike pounding on her heart.

She opened her mouth but couldn't make a sound; only her body was trembling uncontrollably. She was completely unaware that her expensive dress was stained red with the warm blood that had splattered on it.

Her son, standing behind her, was utterly terrified. He collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked, and began to weep silently.

The noise stopped in just a few seconds.

Of the sixteen elite assassins, not one was still standing, and not even a single intact body could be found.

The living room reeked of a strong, nauseating smell of blood.

Li Zhongren dispelled the fighting spirit machine gun in his hand, and the silver light receded.

He walked cleanly over the blood and mud on the ground, slowly approaching the utterly broken Elena and her son.

Footsteps crunched on the blood, making a soft "tap-tap" sound that was all the more distinct in the deathly silent living room, each step feeling like it was pounding on Elena's heart.

As she watched the boy approach like a demon god, her last psychological defenses completely crumbled.

"Wanda! You...you monster! What do you want to do!"

"Don't panic, take a deep breath. Dizziness is normal."

Li Zhongren spoke in a calm tone, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

(End of this chapter)