Chinese Superman

In an instant, all the spirit stones burst forth with intense light!

The spiritual substances contained within were frantically extracted, gushing out like a torrent. They mingled with the sunlight streaming through the window, creating a spectacle resembling thousands of iron sparks blooming in the air, transforming into countless golden rays that swirled and danced, flowing into Xia Xinghan's body through every pore.

"Buzz..."

A low, continuous tremor echoed in the quiet room.

Within Xia Xinghan's body, the cells are undergoing an incredible transformation—

Each cell is like a miniature universe, and the goal of "The True Explanation of the Refining Aperture of the Universe Stars" is to condense a "miniature star" within each cell.

At this moment, the epidermal cells of his right index finger are being repeatedly tempered by spiritual matter and solar energy, and are being "lit up" one by one.

One, two, three...

The spiritual substances contained in the 150 spirit stones are enormous, enough to allow ordinary cultivators to complete the leap from beginner to marrow cleansing and meridian purification.

Even if one cannot completely return to one's original nature after birth, one must be very close.

But for Xia Xinghan—

"Click."

The first spirit stone was exhausted and turned into grayish-white fragments.

Then came the second piece, the third piece...

As the last glimmer of light faded, Xia Xinghan slowly opened his eyes.

All around, 150 spirit stones had turned into dusty stone fragments, scattered all over the ground.

He raised his right index finger and carefully sensed it.

"Only 150 epidermal cells were 'lit up'..."

A hint of helplessness appeared on Xia Xinghan's small face.

One hundred and fifty spirit stones were only enough for him to complete the "Star Condensation" of one hundred and fifty cells on the skin of one index finger.

How many cells does one have?

Trillions!

How many spirit stones would be needed to cultivate all the cells in the body and condense each cell into a "miniature star"?

Trillions of dollars!

"I'm such a money-devouring beast," Xia Xinghan muttered to himself.

If he were on a normal Earth, as a superhuman, he could simply lie down and become stronger by basking in the sun; why would he need to cultivate?

But Earth is currently experiencing a spiritual resurgence, with various relics resurfacing and extraordinary powers emerging. He is unsure whether he is an ordinary Kryptonian or Superman Clark.

Even Superman has many versions, such as the Bronze Age, Iron Age, Silver Age, and Golden Age.

Silver-ranked Superman and Mind Superman are naturally invincible, but if they are only Iron-ranked or Bronze-ranked Superman, they may not be able to run rampant in this era of spiritual revival with high-level relics.

"Instead of gambling on the established rules, we should strive for self-improvement! We must actively cultivate our skills, raise our limits, and prepare for future uncertainties."

Xia Xinghan's face was serious.

He desperately needs spirit stones and resources.

Credits can be exchanged for spirit stones, but the few credits given by the daily tasks of the Opening Heaven Class are just a drop in the bucket.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck him.

"Besides academic credits... you can also earn spirit stones by submitting martial arts techniques that embody artistic intent."

If Xiang Xiaohu could create the Overlord's Firmament Fist, then he could naturally do the same—no, he could not only create it, but also create more and stronger martial arts.

"The essence of martial arts of artistic conception is actually the imitation of powerful relics."

"The reason why the illusory fist energy of the Overlord's Firmament Fist is so similar to the shape of the Overlord's Cauldron is precisely this. The core fist intent is also gleaned from this relic, the Overlord's Cauldron."

At this thought, a glint of light flashed in Xia Xinghan's eyes.

"Therefore, if one wants to create more martial arts, one must observe many high-level relics, comprehend their forms, and understand their meanings in order to truly combine 'skill' and 'method' and transform spiritual power into one's own."

He stood up, ended his seclusion, pushed open the door of the meditation room, and walked straight towards the base's administrative area.

In Mr. Qian's office, Commissioner Chen was reporting on his work with documents in hand when he suddenly saw a small head peeking out from the doorway.

"Old Qian, Uncle Chen."

A childish, sweet voice called out.

"Oh, it's Xinghan." Old Qian put down the documents in his hand, a smile spreading across his face. "Your seclusion is over? How are you feeling?"

"I've run out of spirit stones," Xia Xinghan replied truthfully.

Old Qian's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

One hundred and fifty spirit stones, used up in just a few days?

Such a rate of consumption is simply appalling.

"So you've come here to..." Old Qian asked tentatively.

"I want more spirit stones." Xia Xinghan blinked, his little face slightly embarrassed. Combined with his cute and innocent appearance, he was incredibly charming and could melt anyone's heart instantly.

Unfortunately, those present were all seasoned veterans, experienced and shrewd. Xia Xinghan's little tricks might have worked on Lin Tingwan, but they were of little effect on them.

Commissioner Chen tapped a stack of documents lightly on the table, smoothing them out, and said irritably, "Do you think spirit stones are like cabbages at the market, something you can just get whenever you want?"

The main problem was the speed at which Xia Xinghan consumed spirit stones, which truly alarmed Commissioner Chen.

At this rate, even thousands or tens of thousands of spirit stones wouldn't be enough to squander; one would need a mine or a mountain of spirit stones to afford it.

Little did Commissioner Chen know that Xia Xinghan's needs were not just tens of millions—but trillions.

A sacred stone mountain?

It'll just get stuck between your teeth!

"Uncle Chen, I didn't take this for nothing."

"I can exchange it for the Art of Martial Arts."

Commissioner Chen was taken aback, his voice suddenly rising in surprise, "You've created another new realm of martial arts?"

"no."

Xia Xinghan shook his head, looked at Elder Qian, and replied, "To create a martial arts path, one needs to observe high-level relics and comprehend their form and meaning."

Mr. Qian was slightly taken aback.

Commissioner Chen's eyes widened as well.

"You wish to examine the high-level relics?"

Commissioner Chen repeated himself, his tone incredulous, "Those are all top state secrets, with a security level of..."

"I know," Xia Xinghan interrupted him, "but I need to. The essence of the Art of Martial Arts is the imitation and transformation of the power of relics. The Overlord's Firmament Fist is proof of this."

He paused briefly, then continued, "If I could study more of the relics, I might be able to create a martial arts system suitable for different attributes and styles. This would be far more valuable to the country than simply handing over a set of boxing techniques."

Compared to Commissioner Chen's shock, Mr. Qian smiled.

He slowly stood up, walked to the window, and turned his back to Xia Xinghan.

"The storage area for high-level relics and spirit stones is the area with the highest security level in the entire base." Old Qian's voice was deep. "Triple alloy gates, a quadruple verification system of iris, fingerprint, voiceprint and DNA, 360-degree surveillance without blind spots, and heavy thermal weapons that can kill any carbon-based life form instantly are hidden on both sides of the corridor."

He turned around, his gaze gentle, and looked at Xia Xinghan: "Furthermore, a national-level wielder is personally guarding it."

"oh."

"Then I won't go." Xia Xinghan said calmly, preparing to turn around.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mr. Qian coughed a few times, almost choking.

"Wait a minute, actually..."

"Observation is no problem."

"However, remember this—every single artifact inside is a national treasure. Look at them carefully, reflect on them, but do not touch them carelessly."

"Understood, I promise I won't touch it. Thank you, Grandpa Qian."

Xia Xinghan smiled brightly.

It's not about randomly touching things, but about touching them gently, slowly, and in a planned and orderly way.