Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

Of course, Zhou Peng didn't dare to do anything to the old sow in the pigsty. It could give birth to two litters of piglets a year, all of which were used to make roast suckling pigs. If he killed it, Zhang Dafu would surely skin him alive. Now that there is an upgrade system, Zhou Peng seems to see his glorious future and can't help but feel excited. "Young master, have you broken through to the second level of a martial artist? I think you are different from before." Meng Lei said doubtfully. He had known for a long time that Zhou Peng's damaged Dantian made it impossible for him to break through to the second level of a martial artist. Just now, he clearly felt that the momentum on Zhou Peng's body had become a bit sharper. This was clearly a sign of a breakthrough. Martial arts cultivation on the Tianyuan Continent is inseparable from the (qigong) condensed in the Dantian. If the Dantian is damaged and cannot condense (qigong), it can be determined that one can never break through. Even if you practice hard, the (qigong) you have cultivated will instantly disappear in the Dantian and you can't make a breakthrough at all. On the Tianyuan Continent, martial arts cultivation is very popular. The occurrence of a damaged Dantian is probably a rare event in thousands of years. Cultivation depends on talent and opportunity. Even an ordinary person can only reach the martial artist realm after a lifetime of cultivation, but it will not be like Zhou Peng, who is always stuck at the first level of a martial artist. After suffering for five years, Zhou Peng deeply understood the pain brought by the damaged Dantian. Now, God has taken pity on him and given him an upgrade system. In the future, he doesn't need to worry about whether the Dantian is damaged or not. As long as he upgrades and kills monsters, the (qigong) value will increase, and it will increase permanently. It will not be lost because of the damaged Dantian. Now his martial arts cultivation level has been upgraded to the second level of a martial artist. As long as he accumulates enough experience, it is only a matter of time before he breaks through to the third level of a martial artist. Hard cultivation is useless to me. Now I just need to kill more monsters. It's just like playing a game. Kill monsters, get experience, upgrade, and become stronger. He is very familiar with this process. Since his future life is like playing a game, then I must be the strongest in the game. Zhou Peng looked around and saw that there was no one around. He gave Meng Lei a secret smile and nodded slightly, admitting that he had reached the second level of a martial artist. After getting Zhou Peng's confirmation, Meng Lei was so happy that he giggled foolishly. His silly appearance seemed happier than his own breakthrough. All the efforts over the years have finally paid off. All the hard cultivation day and night has finally been rewarded. While laughing, Meng Lei's tears came out. He was so excited that he cried with joy. Zhou Peng patted Meng Lei and comforted him, "Why are you crying when it's a happy thing?" He also felt a bit bitter in his heart. They had really suffered a lot. "No, I'm just happy, just happy." Meng Lei wiped his tears and said stupidly. Although the two have a master - servant relationship, they are like real brothers. They have been supporting each other over the years. This kind of friendship was something that Zhou Peng could not experience in his previous life, but now he deeply feels it. If he just broke through to the second level of a martial artist, it means that every time he upgrades in the system, his martial arts cultivation level also upgrades. "If it's really like this, that's so cool. Others are working hard to cultivate, but I just need to kill a few more monsters. Especially when I encounter a bottleneck and can't break through, my advantage will be more obvious. Haha... I'm going to be rich now." Zhou Peng couldn't help but get excited when thinking about these things. The worries he had when he woke up in the morning were all gone. The sun was high in the sky. It was noon, and more people came to eat at the Furong Restaurant. There are no less than a hundred restaurants like the Furong Restaurant in Qinghe City for people to eat, but the business is still booming. At the mealtime, there are almost no empty tables. "Shopkeeper, why haven't our dishes been served yet..." "Waiter, bring us a pot of high - quality (Zhu Guo wine)" "Damn it, why hasn't my beef been served yet?" ... Upstairs and downstairs, everyone was extremely busy. Zhou Peng had a white towel on his shoulder and was running around without a moment's rest. His humble attitude satisfied many people. In everyone's eyes, he was just a low - class pariah. No one would argue with a pariah because that would make them lose their status. Of course, some people just don't like him, such as Zhou Kun in the Tianzi private room. "Let me introduce to you. He is the number one useless person in our Zhou family for thousands of years. At the age of fifteen, he is still stuck at the first level of a martial artist. Brother Wang, how old were you when you reached the first level of a martial artist?" "I reached the first level of a martial artist at the age of five." "I reached the first level of a martial artist at the age of seven. Now I'm at the fifth level of a martial artist, and I'm only thirteen years old." "Did you hear that, useless person? You are disgracing the Zhou family. Do you still have the nerve to live? I would have died long ago if I were you, haha..." "Ha ha..." There was a loud laughter in the private room. Zhou Peng lowered his head and remained silent, as if they were not talking about him at all. The one who beat him last time was Zhou Kun in front of him, the little bully of the Zhou family, the youngest son of the great elder Zhou Xiangtian. He is a bully in Qinghe City, but he is also a famous genius in this area. At the age of sixteen, he has the strength of the seventh level of a martial artist, and his (qigong) is much thicker than that of an ordinary seventh - level martial artist. He is the genius that the Zhou family focuses on cultivating. Seeing that Zhou Peng didn't react, Zhou Kun glared at him coldly and spat, "Get out." "Ha ha..." Zhou Peng didn't wipe it off. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth, and slowly walked out of the private room and closed the door. Standing outside the door, Zhou Peng's body was trembling with anger. He could never forget the insulting slap in the face. After wiping the sputum off his face, Zhou Peng narrowed his eyes like an old fox and muttered in his heart, "Just wait." "Young master, did Zhou Kun bully you again? I'll never let him get away with it." Meng Lei rushed to the outside of the box, furious, like a killing god. Seeing that there were still some saliva stains on Zhou Peng's face, he knew what had just happened. Spitting on Zhou Peng's face in public was not the first time. Who could bear such an insult? At the moment, Meng Lei was full of anger and wanted to rush into the room. Zhou Peng hugged Meng Lei and said, "Are you his opponent? He is just waiting for you to cause trouble for him so that he has a reason to attack you." Meng Lei has thick limbs and is stupid. For Zhou Peng, he can ignore everything. "Young master, let's go to the clan leader and reason with him." "Go to the clan leader?" Zhou Peng laughed bitterly a few times. He really didn't know whether Meng Lei was really stupid or just pretending to be stupid. Going to the clan leader for this kind of thing is just asking for trouble. Would the clan leader offend the great elder for his sake? Moreover, Zhou Kun is the key cultivation object of the Zhou family, the pride of heaven, and the star of tomorrow. How could he be scolded for a useless person? It's simply impossible. This world is the same as the original world. The law of the jungle prevails. There is only one way to get everything, and that is to become stronger. Zhou Peng, who has lived two lives, knows this very well. "I must become stronger."