If I made you a special forces soldier, would you become a terrestrial god?

In the capital city, in the Western Hills, in that familiar, top-secret meeting room that represents the power center of the Dragon Kingdom.

More than ten elderly people, with gray hair but vigorous spirits and an air of profound composure, were sitting together, discussing something in hushed tones.

They are the few remaining founding fathers of the Dragon Kingdom, as well as the top decision-makers of various key departments.

"What's wrong with Old Su today? He looks radiant, like he's found a fortune." General Lin, who also held the rank of general, couldn't help but tease Su Hongjun, who was riding a brisk and triumphant horse.

"He didn't just find money, I think he sold his grandson!" another old man chimed in.

"Go away! You don't know anything!" Su Hongjun waved his hand, his smugness practically written all over his face.

He cleared his throat, his gaze slowly sweeping across the room, finally settling on the old man sitting in the main seat.

"Boss, everyone, I'm here today because I have some incredibly good news to share with you all."

"Oh? Tell me about it." The big boss also became interested.

"My grandson, Su Chen, has come up with something new lately," Su Hongjun said mysteriously. "It's something good that can benefit us old folks!"

He paused for a moment, then recounted in detail how Su Chen had taught him the "Eternal Spring Technique" and supplemented it with elixirs, greatly increasing his strength and restoring his physical functions to their peak.

Of course, he didn't mention a single word about Su Chen's core secrets.

After he finished speaking, the entire conference room fell into an eerie silence.

Disbelief was written all over everyone's face.

"Old Su, you're not joking with us, are you?" General Lin was the first to express his doubt. "How old are we? Our bones are practically rusted. Cultivation? I've read in novels that cultivation should start from childhood, haven't they?"

"Yes, at our age, let alone cultivation, we'd be grateful if we could just walk a few more steps each day without getting out of breath."

"This sounds so far-fetched, doesn't it?"

Questions and criticisms arose one after another.

Those present were all staunch materialists; to ask them to believe something that was almost mythical was indeed asking too much.

Grandpa Su Hongjun looked at his group of still doubtful old friends, smiled, and said nothing.

He slowly stood up and walked to the center of the conference room.

Then, under everyone's puzzled gaze, he simply lifted his foot lightly and stomped it in mid-air on the huge solid wood conference table, which was made from a single piece of rosewood and was twenty centimeters thick.

He didn't use much force; his movements were light and effortless, as if he were simply brushing dust off his trousers.

However, the next second.

"Snap—!" A sharp, teeth-grinding sound!

That priceless, heirloom-worthy, enormous solid wood conference table had silently and imperceptibly cracked open with a hideous gash in the middle!

Then, it was as if the first domino had been toppled.

"Snap! Snap, snap!"

A dense cracking sound spread wildly from the center of the table outwards!

It took no more than three seconds.

This sturdy conference table, which was so heavy that seven or eight strong men couldn't lift it, was turned into a pile of broken pieces of wood of varying sizes and scattered all over the ground with a "crash" right before everyone's eyes!

"..."

The entire conference room fell into a deathly silence.

All the bigwigs seemed to have been collectively petrified, their mouths agape, eyes wide open, staring blankly at the conference table that had turned into firewood, their brains completely losing the ability to think.

"This...this..." The old general in charge of equipment pointed at the pile of wood, his fingers trembling as if he had Parkinson's disease, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence for a long time.

He spent his entire life developing weapons, from armor-piercing projectiles to bunker-buster missiles; what kind of destructive power hadn't he seen?

But the silent yet domineering "implosion" destruction before his eyes was completely beyond his understanding of physics!

"Old...Old Su..." The logistics manager was so frightened that he jumped up from his chair. He looked at Su Hongjun as if he were a monster. "What kind of evil kung fu have you practiced?!"

"Evil martial arts?" Upon hearing this, Grandpa Su Hongjun burst into laughter, his laughter filled with unprecedented joy and pride.

He walked to the mirror, straightened his neat Zhongshan suit, and looked at his reflection—a rosy-cheeked, energetic man who looked as if he were twenty years younger—and nodded in satisfaction.

"This isn't some evil technique; it's a celestial method personally taught to me by my grandson, Su Chen!"

"Changchun Gong!"

Immortal techniques!

These four words exploded like a bombshell in the conference room!

Everyone snapped back to reality, and their gazes finally shifted from the pile of broken wood to Mr. Su Hongjun's... old man.

"Besides, when have I ever lied to you?" "I've tested it myself, how could it be fake? Look for yourselves, how am I different from half a month ago?"

Only then did everyone take a closer look at Su Hongjun.

I don’t know, I’m scared.

The Su Hongjun before us is no longer the same energetic but still showing signs of aging septuagenarian.

His complexion was ruddy, his eyes were bright and piercing, and even the roots of his full head of silver hair had sprouted strands of black! He seemed to have become more than ten years younger out of thin air! The iron-blooded aura he exuded, honed by years of battlefield experience, had become even more refined and unfathomable!

Is this...is this real?!

Everyone's breathing became rapid.

"Old Su, what you... what you said is all true? We... we can cultivate too?" General Lin's voice trembled.

"Of course it's true!" Su Hongjun patted his chest proudly. "However, if you guys practiced on your own, who knows when you'd even get the basics down. But we have a shortcut!"

As he spoke, he took out a large jade bottle from his pocket and waved it in front of everyone.

"See this? Here, my grandson is presenting you all with 'Internal Strength Pills'! With this, and my guidance, I guarantee you'll master the basics right here and now!"

Upon hearing this, all the bigwigs present could no longer remain seated.

They all stood up abruptly, their eyes burning as they stared intently at the jade bottle in Su Hongjun's hand!

That's no longer a pill!

That is the hope of regaining youth! That is the capital to fight for the country for decades more!

"Old Su! Quick! Let us try it!"

"Exactly! Stop keeping me in suspense! My heart is pounding in my throat!"

Seeing his old buddies, who were usually unfazed even in the face of a collapsing mountain, now looking so anxious and flustered, Su Hongjun felt incredibly relieved.

He stopped hesitating and distributed the twenty internal energy pills from the jade bottle one by one.

Then, he imparted the mental techniques and formulas of the "Eternal Spring Gong" to everyone without reservation, and began to instruct them on how to guide the Qi into their bodies.

Everyone here is exceptional, with top-notch willpower and comprehension.

Although their progress was a bit slower than Su Hongjun's, with the powerful assistance of the elixir, a miracle still occurred more than two hours later.

"Buzz—"

A faint wisp of air emanated from General Lin's body.

He felt it!

He clearly felt that the first wisp of internal energy, though weak, was born in his dantian, which had been dry for decades!

"I...I did it! I can feel the Qi!" General Lin was so excited he almost jumped up on the spot.

Then, miracle after miracle unfolded in the conference room.

One after another, the masters successfully guided their internal energy into their bodies and stepped into the threshold of martial arts!

Once everyone had successfully mastered the basics, the changes in their bodies began to appear visibly.

The signs of aging have faded from everyone's faces, replaced by a rosy and full complexion.

The gray hair began to turn black from the roots.

His cloudy eyes became clear and sharp again.

They could clearly feel a long-lost, powerful force that they had only possessed in their youth, surging forth continuously from the depths of their limbs and bones!

"Hahaha! I feel like I can work for another fifty years!" General Lin laughed loudly, feeling the surging internal energy within him.

"It's more than fifty years! I feel like I could kill a bull with one punch!"

"That feels great! This is truly exhilarating! It feels even better than winning a major battle back in the day!"

The entire conference room erupted in cheers.

A group of elderly people, whose combined age is nearly a thousand, were acting like children who had received their favorite toys. They were gesturing wildly, boasting and joking around. If outsiders saw them, they would be astonished.

Looking at the vibrant scene before him, the boss smiled with satisfaction.

He knew that the future of the Dragon Kingdom would hold limitless possibilities because of that young man named Su Chen!

Just then, Su Hongjun's malicious laughter rang out again.

He slowly walked, holding his teacup, to an old man who had kept a straight face and remained silent the entire time.