Chinese Superman

Wangjia'ao is a quiet and secluded rural area.

Gu Zhi Qiu followed Xia Xing Han, glancing at him from time to time, the turmoil in her heart still not completely subsided.

"So... your real name is Xia Xinghan, not... just a coincidence that you share the same name as the Martial Ancestor?"

Gu Zhi Qiu couldn't help but ask for confirmation again, her clear, cold voice trembling slightly.

She still found it unbelievable.

The one who pioneered modern martial arts, whose debate was second only to the Dao Ancestor, and who was mysterious, powerful, and legendary in the hearts of countless people, was actually this seemingly harmless, playful, and even slightly cunning six-year-old child in front of her.

All the shocks I've experienced today combined cannot compare to the impact of this truth.

The title of Martial Ancestor holds extraordinary significance for all those who cultivate martial arts.

Those were the pioneers of the road!

He is someone that countless people look up to!

It is a monument, a patriarch!

It is the highest mountain, and the longest river!

Xia Xinghan stopped, turned around, and looked up at her with a smile in her eyes: "That's right, Senior Sister, it's the real deal, I am Xia Xinghan, the Martial Ancestor you've been talking about."

A smirk played on his lips, a hint of cunning in his expression.

"How about it? Surprised? Unexpected? The legendary Martial Ancestor is your junior brother, doesn't that feel... amazing?"

Cool?

Gu Zhi Qiu was taken aback at first.

Suddenly, a vivid memory crashed into my mind—

That was after leaving the base, deep in the snowy mountains, when he had expressed his admiration and awe to the Martial Ancestor without reservation, saying things like, "The path of martial arts was opened because of him, and countless people have benefited from it," and "His talent and brilliance are unparalleled throughout history"...

Looking back on those heartfelt praises from that time, she now wishes she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Because it was said in front of the Martial Ancestor himself!

With a "poof".

Gu Zhi Qiu felt a surge of heat rush to the top of her head, and her fair cheeks instantly turned a blush like the sunset, even her ears turned bright red.

She, who was always as aloof as an iceberg, had never been in such a predicament before.

This is so outrageous! It's so outrageous!

"You...you..."

Gu Zhi Qiu was both ashamed and angry, and for a moment she couldn't even speak properly.

She raised her hand, punched Xia Xinghan on the head with her fist, and then spun him around.

"You brat! Tell me, did you do this on purpose?!"

"Back in the snow forest, when I said those things, were you...were you secretly laughing to yourself?!"

Xia Xinghan cried out in pain as he was being "drilled," but his smile remained unchanged.

As he dodged, he said, "Oh, senior sister, be gentle! I tried so hard to hold it in!"

This honest answer undoubtedly added fuel to the fire.

Gu Zhi Qiu's face turned even redder, almost steaming, filled with a mixture of embarrassment and anger: "How dare you say that! I knew you did it on purpose!"

"Oh, is it that obvious?"

"you!"

"Fine, fine, so what if I'm the Martial Ancestor? I'm your senior sister now, and I'm going to clean house!" Gu Zhi Qiu was both ashamed and angry, and made a gesture to draw the jade-hilted iron sword from her waist.

"Help, Senior Sister! I'm the Martial Ancestor! The Martial Ancestor you admire! You can't treat your idol like this!"

A joke can erase any lingering misunderstandings.

Just a moment later.

A newly built country villa with white walls, gray tiles, and a small courtyard came into view.

The villa wasn't luxurious, but it stood out quite charmingly in the simple village.

Xia Xinghan's playful smile gradually faded, and he stopped, looking towards the country villa.

Gu Zhi Qiu followed his gaze and asked softly, "Junior brother, is this your hometown?"

"This should be the place."

Xia Xinghan nodded, his voice calm.

"I heard their voices."

With a slight thought, he quietly activated his X-ray vision, his gaze piercing through the walls to look into the courtyard.

In the clean and tidy courtyard, a toddler, about a year old, wearing a tiger-head hat, was wobbling as he learned to walk, his chubby little face full of seriousness.

Beside him, a dark-skinned middle-aged man bent over, arms outstretched, carefully protecting the child. He had a kind smile on his face, but his expression was very tense, as if afraid the child would fall.

It was Wang Tiezhu.

The aroma of food wafted from the direction of the kitchen.

Wearing an apron, Zhang Xiulan was busy at the kitchen stove. Occasionally, she would look up and see the father and son in the yard through the window, their faces beaming with happy and content smiles.

A family of three, living happily together in a warm and ordinary way.

Xia Xinghan watched the scene quietly without saying a word.

Gu Zhi Qiu keenly sensed the change in his emotions and asked softly, "Are you feeling apprehensive about returning home? Aren't you going in to take a look?"

Xia Xinghan slowly shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and stopped using his X-ray vision.

"They are my adoptive parents according to official records. They have been kind to me, and I have always remembered their kindness. So I have come back today to repay their kindness and fulfill my karmic debt."

He turned around and went around to the side and back of the villa.

There, two old, dilapidated houses remain, seemingly left behind as a memento.

Xia Xinghan walked into an old house, pushed open the door, and found some farm tools and old things piled up inside. There wasn't much dust, so it must be cleaned regularly.

He took out five spirit stones from his pocket and placed them on an old table in the room. He then found a swaddling cloth among the old objects and used it to cover the baby slightly.

It wasn't that he was stingy, but rather that he deeply understood the principle that "a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime."

Giving them wealth or resources beyond their means sometimes brings not blessings, but disaster.

Five spirit stones, though not many, are enough to repay the kindness of the rice soup, and won't attract too much attention.

After placing the spirit stones, Xia Xinghan left the old house, closing the door behind him as if he had never been there.

Gu Zhi Qiu crossed his arms and leaned against an old tree. After watching him finish, he smiled and asked, "How does it feel?"

Xia Xinghan paused, exhaled a breath of stale air, stretched in the sun, and replied, "Having severed worldly ties and broken karmic bonds, I feel completely relaxed."

The kindness of rice porridge may seem insignificant, but it was Xia Xinghan's first meal after arriving on Earth.

The first people he saw were Wang Tiezhu and his wife. Due to his mother's imprinting period, the karmic connection was quite significant.

"A drop of water in need is repaid with a spring of water; a bowl of rice porridge is returned with a spirit stone. The cause and effect of this world are truly fascinating." Gu Zhi Qiu murmured to himself, as if he had just realized something.

"Junior brother, are you really not going to meet him? It's not too late to leave after lunch."

"They've disappeared. They're too involved with me, and it's only hurting them in the end."

The two left the villa area and walked along the path in Wangjiaba.

After walking a distance, Xia Xinghan suddenly stopped: "By the way, Senior Sister, didn't you not believe that I was the Martial Ancestor? Just now, after severing this worldly ties, I suddenly had a feeling that I could create a new martial art on the spot."

"what?"

Gu Zhi Qiu was stunned.

on site?

When did creating martial arts become so simple?

"I only vaguely understood, but you truly understood!?"

"That's right."

Xia Xinghan's eyes were bright, as if sparks of wisdom were colliding within them.

"I take the ethereal artistic conception of 'lightness and freedom, ascension to immortality' from 'Plain Silk Zen Robe', base it on the sword energy of 'Yongle Emperor Sword', and combine it with the essence of the body technique of 'swiftness and agility, crossing the void' from 'Treading the Flying Swallow' to create a new artistic conception martial art."

He stretched out his small hand, his fingertips tracing lines in the air, as if leaving invisible Dao patterns.

The myriad mysteries of the martial arts of artistic conception blossomed in Xia Xinghan's heart, and countless little figures in his mind performed the martial arts, deducing it again and again.