He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

From infancy, Yun Yi has never wasted a single second.

He began to "squat" while still in his swaddling clothes—his tiny hind legs kicking back and forth. With each kick, he could feel the tingling and numbness surging up from the depths of his muscles, then being "forged into his body by one force," becoming a permanent accumulation.

That tingling and numb sensation won't completely disappear; it's like a thin layer of color settling deep within the flesh and blood. With each accumulation, the color deepens.

At six months old, Yunyi was already able to get out of bed and run normally.

He started running around the yard.

He would suddenly stop running, throw a punch out of thin air, the fist accompanied by a faint whooshing sound—"One Force Forever" locks that power into his arm, and then continue running.

At one and a half years old, he began to do some more complex movements: jumping up and spinning in the air, and rolling down the steps to dissipate the force.

The palace maids looked at the little prince, who had only recently learned to walk, running around, jumping, and throwing punches in the courtyard every day, and exchanged bewildered glances. They had mentioned it to Consort Rou a few times in private.

Consort Rou simply smiled and said, "It's a good thing for the child to be lively. Let him be."

At two years old, their movements become more systematic.

Push-ups, frog jumps, squats, pull-ups—there are no fitness equipment in the palace courtyard, but there are two ancient trees with thick, drooping branches.

He jumped up, grabbed a branch, and did pull-ups. One, two, three pull-ups, the soreness and numbness in his arms layered on top of each other, like pouring water into a bottomless pit, each time causing the "water level" at the bottom to rise quietly.

At two and a half years old, the speed began to increase dramatically.

His punches went from dozens of times per second to hundreds of times per second, his fists raining down on the air, the sound of the wind growing denser and faster, like a drum being struck rapidly.

Three years old.

Yun Yi stood in the center of the courtyard, took a deep breath, and began to throw a punch.

One thousand punches per second.

The sound of the fists creating a continuous gust of wind was like countless fine needles piercing the air simultaneously, the sound sharp and dense.

Standing to the side and listening, all I could hear was a continuous hissing sound echoing in my ears.

Two palace maids peeked out from the end of the corridor, then withdrew—they were already used to it.

As the thousandth punch landed, Yun Yi stopped his stance and slowly exhaled.

He glanced down at his fist; his fingertips were slightly red, a blood-red stain from accumulated power, not from wear and tear.

He took a deep breath and then pressed several acupoints on his body to seal away all the power he had just gained.

After doing all this, Yun Yi felt somewhat emotional.

"Yes, I don't know who they're practicing for, since His Majesty won't be coming."

"Who can argue with that?"

"But with such a fast punch, could it be that Prince 101 has a natural martial physique?"

"Indeed, the 101st prince ran so fast that I couldn't catch up with him."

Yun Yi heard it, but didn't care at all.

He walked to the stone table in the corner of the courtyard, sat down, picked up a bowl of rice porridge that had long since gone cold, and took a sip.

Just then, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and a small figure peeked in.

It was a girl about his age, wearing a pale yellow dress, with her hair tied in two small buns. She had a round face and round eyes, like two black grapes that had been washed with water.

"Brother 101!" Her voice was crisp and clear, with a familiar intimacy. "Are you doing some random boxing again?"

Yun Yi put down his bowl, looked at the girl who skipped in through the door, and smiled slightly.

The ninety-eighth imperial sister, named Yunling.

She was born in the same month and year as him, and the delivery room was right next to his; they had been separated by a wall since infancy.

Consort Rou and her mother—another concubine who was not particularly favored—had a good relationship and often visited each other with their two children.

She was his first friend in this world.

Yunling carried a food box to the stone table, her movements as practiced as if she had done it countless times.

"You've run away again?"

"My mother was still taking a nap, so I slipped out."

She placed the food box on the table, opened the lid, and inside was a plate of crystal-clear osmanthus cake, still steaming slightly. "Here, I brought you something delicious."

She took out a piece and handed it to Yunyi: "I had the head chef in the kitchen make it. It's delicious, much better than your cold porridge."

"Aren't you afraid of getting a stomachache from drinking cold porridge every day?"

Yunyi took the osmanthus cake and took a bite. It was indeed delicious, sweet but not cloying, and the fragrance of osmanthus melted on the tip of her tongue, like the taste of autumn.

He looked at Yunling, and she was looking at him too. Her round eyes had a brightness and clarity beyond her years, unlike the innocent and ignorant eyes of ordinary children.

Yunling sat across the stone table, swinging her legs, a piece of osmanthus cake in her mouth, her cheeks bulging like a little squirrel storing food.

She asked, her words muffled, "Brother 101, aren't you tired of practicing all those punches and kicks every day?"

"Not tired."

"Then what's the point of practicing?"

"I'll be able to win fights from now on."

"Who did you fight with?"

Yun Yi thought for a moment and said, "You'll know later."

Yunling puffed out her cheeks, chewed a few times, swallowed, and looked at him seriously: "Then, when you fight in the future, can you take me with you?"

Yun Yi looked at her; her round eyes were still bright and clear, like two black grapes that had been washed with water.

Is she really the one with the authority?

It doesn't seem like it.

Was there something wrong with my own judgment?

He was silent for a moment, then spoke.

"It depends. If you're too weak, I won't take you."

"I'm not weak at all!" Yunling patted her chest forcefully, chin slightly raised, looking incredibly confident. "I'm super awesome!"

Yun Yi shook his head, looking at her deliberately feigned posture.

He had actually figured it out a long time ago.

From the very beginning, the other person was intentionally getting close to me.

Given that she was born on the same day, month, and year—it's hard not to suspect that she is also a reincarnator.

At first, he even wondered if someone with such a high status was a hunter.

However, after observing them along the way, they found that the other party not only did not have any hostility, but also did not have the weariness and coldness that those who have reincarnated hundreds of times often carry in their eyes.

So no matter how he thought about it, he felt something was wrong, but he could never find any real flaw.

Yun Yi had doubted his judgment more than once, but in the end he shook his head and did not investigate further.

He would let her be as long as she didn't do anything excessive.

As for worries—after all, I've reincarnated so many times, I have some experience. How could I possibly capsize in a small ditch?

She neither brought it up nor did he ask.

Yun Yi picked up the bowl of cold porridge and took another sip.