[Ding! Random mission! Host must run 100 laps around Holy Spirit Village within one week. Reward: Random!]
Suifeng was stunned by the voice in his head. A system mission already? And not just any mission—100 laps around Holy Spirit Village in seven f*cking days???
The countdown had already started in his mind.
He cursed under his breath. Back in school, he'd had to run laps. Now even after transmigrating to another goddamn world, he still had to run?! Back then it was just three laps around the field, now it's one f*cking hundred?
More workload, no bonus???
Whatever. A system-issued mission, no matter how much it sucks—you do it. What he really wanted to know was: what's the reward?
If you just told me what it is, I'd maybe want it and that's it. But no—you make it random. That's what f*cking kills me. Curiosity is a goddamn disease!!
It's like watching a gorgeous actress perform butt-naked—you're not admiring her art, you just wanna f*ck her. Show off some ancestral moves. But those who cover half their faces, tease you with a bit of shoulder while hiding behind a pipa—that's the real adult shit.
Only kids enjoy that tribal-dance crap where the chick strips the second she comes on stage. How the hell do you even tell which ethnic group she's from if she's already naked???
Gritting his teeth, Suifeng ran—for the damn reward!
He started jogging from the eastern gate of the village, making a slow loop around. No sprinting at first—gotta get the posture right, breathing steady. Otherwise, he'd gas out too fast...
Who the hell knows how long he ran. Suifeng's cute little face was already flushed red. Sweat the size of soybeans slid down his temples, onto his neat brows, paused briefly on those long-ass lashes, then—like the Philippine dynamite fishing team—splashed straight into his big, watery eyes.
"Stings. Hurts."
That was the first thing Suifeng felt. He squinted hard, trying to block any more sweat from getting in.
Sigh... having big eyes ain't always a good thing, Suifeng complained inside.
He clenched his teeth and pushed through for another half~~~ minute.
His pace started dropping. He felt like he'd hit the wall. His gasps came fast and ragged—like he might just collapse the next second...
His heart slammed against his chest like it wanted to f*cking explode. Though skinny and small, his frame had that tall, slender future potential—but now it was hunched, like he couldn't even stand straight.
His legs were totally numb, dragging forward like a zombie, about to collapse at any second.
Step by step~ step by step~ every move felt like demon claws, like some cursed march from hell.
Even Suifeng didn't know why he was still pushing himself. I already have a system—shouldn't I be skyrocketing right now?
And on the first f*cking day, you make me run???
What the actual f*ck???
Goddamn embarrassment. Compared to those transmigrators who were punching ten-thousand-year spirit beasts at age six, I can't even last half an hour???
Just hold on... another minute.
One more minute~
And again—just maybe... the next one, or the next. What if a miracle happens?
Isn't that how it goes in novels? Push yourself past your limit, and with sheer willpower, boom—you shatter your human restraints?
I've already gone through something as batshit as transmigration, and a system that makes zero f*cking sense picked me as its host. You're telling me I'm just some loser?
God knows how many "one more minutes" passed. And just when it felt hopeless—boom. Something shifted, like the heavens gave a nod.
First, the wind rushing past him didn't feel like resistance anymore. Running into it felt like being a fish thrown back into water—effortless, free.
The breeze felt like it was lifting him—like he'd grown wings~
His legs slowly came back to life. The Misty Steps technique engraved deep in his mind started to kick in—smooth, instinctive.
Without realizing it, his steps loosened. He began mimicking that figure in his head—again, and again.
Little by little, the figure in his mind overlapped with his real body—merged completely~
Suifeng was f*cking euphoric—happier than getting a full-service package in his past life~
So this is what cultivation feels like? Hell yeah, I love this. Suifeng had fallen hard for this high—because he could feel himself getting stronger!!!
He forgot everything. All the running tips he'd learned online in his past life, the proper breathing methods, the pacing tricks—all thrown to the wind~
His arms raised, embracing the cool wind in his face.
Suifeng ran toward freedom. The wind itself was freedom—going wherever the f*ck it wanted~
No doubt about it. Wind Affinity and Misty Steps were made for each other~
From an outsider's view, this delicate-looking, supposedly frail kid was already running faster than most adults in a sprint. And the kicker? His footwork was elegant as hell. Like treading waves, every step barely touched the ground before lifting off like a swan feather—effortless, weightless~
One lap~ two laps~ three laps~
By the tenth lap, as the sky dimmed, Suifeng finally snapped out of that mystical zone.
He blinked awake~
"Huh? Why the hell's it dark? Did I transmigrate again?"
Stunned, he saw the sun sinking into the mountains, looked down at his still-chubby child hands, then touched his handsome little face.
"Whew... good. Still my damn good-looking face. But how the hell did it get dark so fast?"
Suppressing his curiosity for now, he checked the system panel:
[Suifeng: Human (Extremely Fatigued~)
Spirit: Unknown
Spirit Power: Unknown
Skills: Misty Steps (Beginner), Wind Affinity (Beginner)
Weapons: None
Armor: None
Accessories: None
Items: Speed Talisman (x3)
Mission: Run 100 laps around Holy Spirit Village in one week. Reward: Random! (10/100 completed.)]
He'd discovered this interface earlier from the system guide—turns out you could check your stats, skills, gear, all that shit.
Looking now, he saw both skills he just got had reached "Beginner" level. Before, they were still unlearned.
And he'd already knocked out a tenth of the mission!
Could it be... during that blackout earlier, he had a f*cking genius-level breakthrough and mastered both skills? So unless he pushed himself to the edge, he never would've known he was a prodigy?
Hahaha~
He glanced down at himself. Reeked of sweat. Wrinkled his nose—why the hell does someone who usually smells great still stink like ass when they sweat?
Then he thought—Even goddesses in the heavens take shits. And sometimes they pinch it off halfway. That thought instantly put him in a better mood.
Time to shower~
Light-footed and relaxed, he floated home with that sleek, graceful movement technique~
The feeling of getting stronger was f*cking incredible. Even if it was just a baby step—even if there was still a huge gap between him and those so-called geniuses—as long as he could improve, he had hope of catching up. Hell, maybe even smoke them on a curve and become number one on Douluo Continent!
Suifeng's energized silhouette faded into the distance. From behind a massive tree, another figure slowly stepped out.
A kid around Suifeng's age, but not with that translucent fair skin. His was a healthy wheat-colored bronze, sun-kissed and grounded.
Short, tidy black hair. Simple but well-fitted clothes, slightly faded from too much washing.
It was none other than the f*cking Son of Destiny—Tang San.
"Hm? So he's no ordinary brat either. That footwork's on par with my Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track. Actually... he might even beat me in agility~"
Tang San shook his head and didn't think too hard on it. He hadn't cooked for his dad yet—time to get his ass home.
Everyone has secrets. Doesn't he have a few he can't tell anyone either???
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