Chapter 4: Lin Feng's Transformation

In the room, Lin Feng put on a look of steely resolve as he said to Mo Tian, “Brother Mo, Master Mo, I’m selling myself to you from now on. You’ll have to take responsibility for me!”

“Get out of here! What’s with that pathetic face? Having me, the famous genius of the Federation, as your teacher is a blessing your ancestors must have earned over several lifetimes. And yet you’re here doubting and complaining?” Mo Tian was clearly annoyed by Lin Feng’s exaggerated expression.

“All right then, Teacher Mo! Tell me, how should you teach me so I can catch up to Shixuan, or maybe even have other beauties chasing after me?” Lin Feng asked, trying to curry favor.

“Hmph! Your body is too weak, frail as a reed. Right now, you need to train your physique. I’ll teach you a cultivation method called ‘The Emperor’s Might.’ If you master it, even handling ten women in one night won’t be an issue!” Mo Tian said.

“What? This technique is that powerful? If I really practice it, will I get those results?” Lin Feng’s eyes lit up with excitement; the temptation was exactly what he wanted.

Mo Tian looked at Lin Feng’s thrilled face and first gave him a long look of disdain before explaining in detail, “You really do have the makings of a tyrant! That’s all you care about. This technique is extremely strong. Practice it well and it will only do you good, never any harm. You could take on a hundred opponents with it. Originally, this was a royal cultivation art, mandatory for emperors in our world. It’s considered top-tier there, and only a few people have the right to learn it. If I weren’t a master of hacking, I wouldn’t have been able to steal it.”

“It’s that impressive? Then after I master it…” Lin Feng’s mind began to drift into wild fantasies again, daydreaming about the future.

“Enough nonsense! Are you going to practice or not?” Mo Tian cut off Lin Feng’s reverie.

“Practice—of course I’ll practice! I’ll start right away!” Lin Feng said eagerly.

“Then sit down cross-legged immediately. I’ll show you how to manage your breath. Hurry up and don’t dawdle.” Seeing Lin Feng so enthusiastic, Mo Tian struck while the iron was hot.

“All right. Inhale… exhale… feel the changes in your body’s warmth…” And so the entire night slipped by quietly under Mo Tian’s guidance.

The night passed swiftly, and soon it was morning. The tranquil environment was suddenly shattered by Lin Feng’s angry outburst: “Mo Tian, you scammer! Why is it that after training all night, there’s still no change?”

“Heh, did you think you were some kind of immortal? That after a single night’s training you’d become a peerless master? If experts were that easy to come by, why would we need police or an army? Cultivation is a process of perseverance, don’t you get it?” Mo Tian replied with disdain.

“Boo-hoo, I really thought I’d see results right away. How long will I have to train before I see any change?” Lin Feng was clearly discouraged.

“You agreed to listen to me, so you have to do as I say. Get up and exercise. The morning is the best time for training. Go! And if you don’t, I can’t promise I won’t enter your mind again. I’ve discovered I can control your nervous system. Who knows what else I might make you do?” Mo Tian threatened.

“What? You can control my body? Mo Tian, damn you!” Lin Feng was clearly shocked by this revelation.

But Mo Tian ignored Lin Feng’s curses and continued to threaten, “So if you don’t want the headlines tomorrow to read ‘Lin Group’s Lin Feng streaks through the city,’ you’d better get to training now.”

“Damn it, I’m really on a pirate ship now,” Lin Feng grumbled, but he didn’t slow down as he got dressed. Whether Mo Tian was bluffing or not, Lin Feng wasn’t about to risk it. If it turned out to be true, how could he ever show his face in Zhanhai again?

Once dressed, Lin Feng stood in the villa’s yard. The early morning air still held a slight chill, and a brisk breeze made him shiver, goosebumps rising all over. For someone used to sleeping in until noon, this was quite a challenge.

“Stand properly! Look at you, so weak you can’t even handle a little wind,” Mo Tian snapped when he saw Lin Feng hugging himself and shivering.

“It’s easy for you to talk! You’re just a soul, no body, of course you don’t feel cold!” Lin Feng grumbled.

“In a bit, I’ll enter your mind and teach you a set of martial movements. You’re to mimic them. Once you can generate inner energy, combine it with these moves and you could take on a hundred men at once!” Mo Tian continued, ignoring Lin Feng’s complaints.

Without waiting for a reply, he shot out from the jade pendant on Lin Feng’s chest and disappeared into his mind.

Watching the faint green glow sink into his mind, Lin Feng no longer resisted as he had the first time; he’d given up fighting back. After all, Mo Tian held all the cards—what good would resistance do? In the end, he could only follow Mo Tian’s movements in his mind and practice them as best he could.

As it was Lin Feng’s first attempt, his movements were anything but graceful—he looked more like a clown than a martial artist. Just as he was throwing himself into practice, his actions startled his parents, Lin Chuanzi and Liu Runli, who were up early.

“Chuanzi, do you think Feng’er’s had a breakdown over the broken engagement? Why else would he be out here talking to himself and making such awkward movements?” Liu Runli asked anxiously.

“That brat! What nonsense is he up to now, making trouble first thing in the morning? He’s never been a source of peace for us,” Lin Chuanzi grumbled, disappointment clear in his voice.

“Don’t be angry. No matter how hopeless he is, he’s still our son. Let’s go see if something really is wrong,” Liu Runli urged.

“Let’s go. Let’s see what that rascal is up to this time—can’t even have a quiet morning,” Lin Chuanzi said, and with that, he took Liu Runli with him toward where Lin Feng was practicing.

Meanwhile, Lin Feng was gradually getting into it. The chill faded from his body as he repeated Mo Tian’s techniques, and he felt his spirits lift. These changes lessened his resistance, and soon his movements were less clumsy.

“Scoundrel! What are you doing out here so early?” Lin Chuanzi’s shout interrupted him mid-move.

“Oh, Dad, Mom! Good morning!” Lin Feng stopped immediately and greeted them.

“Son, answer us. You usually sleep until noon—why are you up so early, waving your arms around? Are you feeling unwell, or is there some other reason? Tell your mother,” Liu Runli asked, worried.

Seeing her concern, Lin Feng scrambled for an excuse and finally blurted, “Ah! There’s nothing wrong. I just realized I’ve been neglecting exercise, so I wanted to get up early and work out. That’s all.”

“Then why were you talking to yourself out here?” Lin Chuanzi pressed.

“Uh, well, that’s because I was practicing martial arts. You know, kung fu always looks cooler with some sound effects!” Lin Feng covered, trying to be convincing.

“Oh, as long as you’re fine. It’s good for young people to get up early and exercise. Keep it up—your mother and I will go make breakfast,” Lin Chuanzi said, surprisingly praising Lin Feng for once.

“That’s right, son, keep exercising. I’ll go make breakfast!” Clearly, Lin Chuanzi’s praise made Liu Runli very happy as well, and she said so with enthusiasm.