Among the traffic outside the residential area, there were some cars with white license plates, different from the usual blue-plated cars.
These cars were all purchased by Gene Warriors, and when they drove on the road, other cars would consciously yield.
However, such cars were rare; perhaps only one or two would pass by out of several hundred, and their prices were often very expensive.
Gene Warriors were rarely seen on the roads.
If a Gene Warrior cannot achieve a Breakthrough on their own before the age of twenty, it will be very difficult for them to achieve a Breakthrough in this lifetime, as their genes will be completely locked.
Of course, it was not entirely without a solution; one could also take an inspiration fluid to forcibly activate their Gene Sequence and become a Gene Warrior.
But using inspiration fluid would entail unimaginable pain, and the success rate was very low, below ten percent. To increase the success rate, one would need to consume some very expensive auxiliary Materials, which was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
Moreover, the inspiration fluid was most effective on the first use, with diminishing returns thereafter. If the first attempt had a ten percent success rate, the second would only have five percent.
It was clear how difficult it was to become a Gene Warrior. Even after becoming one, further advancement was required. Each Realm's advancement often took several years, or even more than a decade. If one's talent was insufficient, they might even remain stuck at the first Gene Sequence Rank for their entire life.
For example, in their residential area, with over a thousand households, not a single one had a Gene Warrior, which showed how precious Gene Warriors were.
In Longmian Park, Mother Jiang walked slowly along the river path, talking on the phone with her best friend.
Jiang Hao was also looking around idly. He could see villas on the opposite side of the river, all inhabited by Gene Warriors.
Occasionally, Gene Warriors could be seen emerging from the houses. They wore ordinary clothes, but the silver-white medals on their chests seemed to constantly remind ordinary people of their noble status and position in society.
Many people stood on this side of the river, looking at the villa residential area with envy in their eyes. A small river separated two worlds.
"Son, wait here for a moment; I'm going to pick up your Aunt Zhang." After hanging up the phone, Mother Jiang was clearly very happy.
"You go ahead. I'll stay around here."
After Mother Jiang excitedly walked away, Jiang Hao slowly pushed his wheelchair. People jogging past with headphones on.
There were also people camping on the grass, and old men gathered to play chess.
"Is someone practicing a Fist Technique?" Jiang Hao's gaze fell on a woman practicing a Fist Technique under a willow tree, who looked to be around his age.
Her movements were powerful and swift, each punch strong and rigid, causing her clothes to ripple with every strike.
Her footwork was like that of a Dragon and a tiger, wide and expansive, clearly showing countless hours of practice.
Jiang Hao, with his sharp eyes, noticed the watch on the woman's wrist. It was a Gene detection watch, typically worn by young people under twenty, primarily to constantly monitor their Gene Rank progression.
Nearby, an old man with graying temples and a white beard sat on a stone. He wore a loose Cultivation robe, exuding an ethereal and Daoist aura.
A slight smile on his lips made him seem very kind and approachable.
He stared at the young woman before him, nodding repeatedly, looking very satisfied.
Jiang Hao pushing his wheelchair to the side naturally attracted the old man's attention.
He gave Jiang Hao a kind smile and a nod.
Jiang Hao also nodded, then focused his attention on the woman.
The woman was good-looking, a beauty, but not stunning. She had a melon-seed shaped face with large, serious eyes, and a high nose bridge that made her features appear very Stereo.
Jiang Hao was naturally not such a superficial person. Having lived two lives, what he was actually observing was the Fist Technique the woman was practicing, which felt very familiar.
The next second, he realized.
"This must be the Zhenji Fist Technique. This woman must have reached a Gene Rank of ninety or above! She is trying to impact her Gene Sequence to become a First-Rank Gene Warrior!"
The so-called Zhenji Fist Technique, when combined with a Mind-Cultivation Technique and breathing methods, aimed to mobilize every inch of muscle within the body during practice to achieve the effect of vibrating the genes, thereby impacting the Gene Sequence.
However, the full version of the Zhenji Fist Technique was not available online because it required payment to acquire.
Alternatively, one could learn it by joining a martial arts school or entering an academy, but only if their Gene Rank reached ninety or above.
This set of Fist Technique had a total of twelve Moves. The woman's speed was very fast; she completed all twelve full Moves within a few breaths.
If it were before, Jiang Hao would have needed at least seven or eight repetitions to remember it, and even then, he would easily forget. But now, he had only watched it once and had remembered everything.
Not only that, he even felt that some parts of the woman's Fist Technique were a bit stiff, and a slight modification would likely improve it.
As he thought, Jiang Hao, sitting in his wheelchair, started moving his hands.
Initially, he was just getting used to it, but after a few Moves, his speed increased, and the expression on his face gradually became serious.
The old man in the distance merely glanced at him and paid no mind, but as Jiang Hao finished the first set of Fist Technique and began the second, the old man's eyes suddenly lit up.
He noticed that Jiang Hao's movements became increasingly fluid. By the time the third set was completed, Jiang Hao's fluidity could already rival that of his granddaughter.
When the fourth set was performed, it was no longer merely fluent; it actually gave a very comfortable, almost dance-like feeling.
The old man's pupils suddenly contracted.
"This person must be encountering the Zhenji Fist Technique for the first time. The first attempt was very poor, but each subsequent one was better. The fourth time, he actually surpassed Zhou Li..."
Just as the old man was astonished, Jiang Hao had already performed the fifth set of Fist Technique.
And this time, it made the old man suddenly stand up from the stone.
This time, not only was Jiang Hao's speed fast, but what was even more exaggerated was that his footfalls seemed to be pulled by something, subtly forming a pattern around him.
At this moment, even the young woman stopped her movements and looked at Jiang Hao. The instant she saw the pattern, her pupils also involuntarily constricted, and she looked back at her grandfather in disbelief.
"The Zhenji Fist Technique, though common, was created by a great power of our Human Race. Its twelve Moves contain a certain momentum, and to some extent, it even surpasses many Advanced Fist Techniques."
"This pattern is the graphic stage recorded in the Zhenji Fist Technique. To reach this level through the Fist Technique, this person must have Cultivated the Zhenji Fist Technique for at least ten years to possess such a foundation."
"Ten years!" Zhou Li gasped, looking at Jiang Hao in astonishment: "Cultivating a basic Fist Technique for ten years, is he insane?"