High Martial Arts: Gains one point of health per second, sweeping across the heavens.

The next morning, Su robbed the rented room. The sun shone on him, warm and pleasant. He stretched, and his bones crackled and popped like popping beans, attracting the attention of an older woman passing by.

"Level six martial arts acupoint perfected, over two thousand combat power... In Linjiang City, as long as I don't provoke those old monsters, I should be able to protect myself." Su Jie felt the surging power within his body and felt at ease.

While continuing to focus on refining his martial arts acupoints with his qi and blood, he headed to his usual restaurant.

Suddenly, shouts and sounds of fighting came from ahead, along with a young man's angry roar: "Your Zhou family is far too domineering! I discovered this 'Crimson Blood Ginseng' first, why are you forcibly taking it?"

"Hmph, kid Wang, in Linjiang City, what the Zhou family sets its sights on belongs to the Zhou family! If you know what's good for you, hand it over or you'll suffer!" an arrogant voice retorted.

Su Jie frowned slightly. Were they from the Zhou family? Not wanting to get involved, he decided to take a detour.

But things backfired.

Just as he turned around, the young martial artist who was being besieged in the battle ahead was clearly no match for him. He was blasted backward by a palm strike, and the direction of the blow was exactly where Su Jie was.

At the same time, a Zhou family thug came chasing after them, and a fierce punch not only enveloped the flying martial artist, but also swept up Su Jie who was standing to the side.

"Get out of the way! Don't block my way!" the thug roared, showing no regard for the seemingly ordinary Su Jie.

Su Jie's eyes turned cold. He had intended to avoid it, but the other party had deliberately provoked him. Although the punch posed no threat to him, the other party's arrogant and unreasonable attitude aroused a sense of disgust in him.

Su Jie made a decision instantly. He couldn't reveal his full strength, but he also couldn't allow himself to be bullied.

He shifted his feet slightly, turning his body to the side, perfectly avoiding the direct impact of the punch. At the same time, his right hand, though arriving later, struck first, gently brushing against the Zhou family member's wrist.

"Snap!"

A faint cracking sound.

"Ah!" The thug screamed in agony, feeling a sharp pain in his wrist. He instantly lost his strength, clutching his wrist and staggering backward, his eyes filled with horror as he looked at Su Jie.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Fast! Accurate! Ruthless!

The scene fell silent instantly.

The young martial artist who had fallen to the ground stared at Su Jie in disbelief, as if he were looking at a monster. He had just been chased by this man without any chance to fight back, yet he was so easily defeated by this seemingly passing-by youth?

The remaining Zhou family thugs were also stunned, then surrounded Su Jie as if facing a formidable enemy. The leader's face was ashen: "Who are you? How dare you interfere in the affairs of our Zhou family?"

Su Jie stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm: "Just passing by. It was your people who attacked me first."

"You injured our men!" the leader said weakly. "State your name!"

Su Jie didn't bother with him at all. He clenched his fist, wondering if he should go up and slap him across the face.

"The Zhou family will avenge us. Let's go!" The leader of the thugs knew he had bitten off more than he could chew, so he threw down a harsh threat, helped his injured companion, and left in a sorry state.

He had to report this immediately. When did such a young expert emerge in Linjiang City?

Su Jie watched their disheveled figures and could only sigh inwardly. Sure enough, even if he didn't want to cause trouble, trouble would still find him. This must be the trouble of a transmigrator.

However, he didn't take it to heart and continued on to his usual restaurant.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Su Jie ordered a set meal of ferocious beast meat for three people. Under the astonished gazes of the waiters and other diners, he ate slowly and carefully. When he paid the bill and saw that his wallet was still thick, he felt even more pleased.

After finishing his meal, Su Jie had just stepped out of the restaurant when a sleek, expensive black luxury car silently pulled up in front of him, blocking his way.

The car door opened, and a well-dressed middle-aged man, resembling a butler, stepped out. He bowed slightly to Su Jie, his tone polite yet carrying an air of unyielding authority:

"Mr. Su Jie, please wait a moment. My young master would like to invite you to his car for a chat."

Su Jie glanced at the car window. Although the window tint was on, he could still feel a scrutinizing gaze upon him.

"I'm busy." Su Jie said calmly, walking around the car to leave.

"Student Su." The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a face with a seemingly warm smile. "My subordinates were impolite and offended you earlier. I apologize on their behalf. Would you do me the honor of having a few words with me? About your future."

The words were polite, but the word "future" carried a subtle, otherworldly meaning.

Su Jie stopped and looked at Zhou Kun. The opponent's combat strength was around 900 points, which was not bad for his age, but in his eyes, he was no different from an ant.

"Let's talk right here." Su Jie didn't want to get into the other person's car.

Zhou Kun's smile remained unchanged. He pushed open the door, got out of the car, straightened his collar, and walked up to Su Jie.

"Let me introduce myself, Zhou Kun, from the Zhou family of Linjiang." He looked Su Jie up and down, his admiration and greed almost undisguised. "Student Su was able to cripple my good-for-nothing subordinate in one move, so your combat strength must be well over a thousand points, right? With such talent, it's a real waste to have him stuck in that small place like No. 7 Middle School. What a pity, what a pity."

"Whether it's a pity or not is my business," Su Jie said, unmoved.

Zhou Kun wasn't angry and continued with a smile, "Student Su is a smart person, so I'll be frank. Our Zhou Family Martial Arts School greatly admires your potential. As long as you agree to join, you can choose any Xuan-level cultivation techniques and martial arts skills, and there will even be elders at the Qi Condensation Realm personally guiding your cultivation."

Elixirs, resources—none of that is a problem. This is ten times, a hundred times, better than you struggling to find it all by yourself!

He paused, his tone enticing: "Think about it, with your talent and the resources of my Zhou family, becoming the top martial arts exam champion is within your grasp! And in the future, condensing your martial veins and becoming a person of high standing will be just around the corner!"

After listening, Su Jie's face remained expressionless; he simply asked calmly, "Are you finished?"

Zhou Kun frowned almost imperceptibly; Su Jie's reaction was completely unexpected.

"Su, you may not yet understand what refusing the Zhou family means." Zhou Kun's smile faded, and his tone turned colder. "In Linjiang, there are many geniuses, but few can truly grow into something great. Without a strong tree to shelter them, saplings are easily withered. Accepting the Zhou family's friendship is your wisest, and only, choice."

The threat in those words was blatantly laid bare.

Su Jie laughed, but his laughter was tinged with undisguised sarcasm.

"The Zhou family's friendship?" He shook his head. "Is it just the kind of 'friendship' where they condone their men robbing people in the street, and then resort to recruiting others when they can't win? I, Su Jie, am not worthy of such a friendship."

He looked directly at Zhou Kun, his tone resolute: "I'm used to walking on my own, I don't like being someone's dog. Your Zhou family's temple is too small to contain me."