In the bedroom.

Chen Shouyi held the War Bow, drawing it tight, then slowly loosened the bowstring.

The air vibrated with a humming sound.

After drawing it seven or eight times continuously, his arm started to tremble slightly. He drew it two more times before finally stopping.

"This bow is truly too heavy," he sighed inwardly.

Even though he could now draw it several times in succession, it was practically useless in actual combat.

First of all, the speed of drawing the bowstring was too slow.

The heavier the bow, the more effort it took, and the slower the draw.

In his level of combat, it could only be described as split-second; with such a slow draw, the enemy would probably attack before he could fully draw the bow.

Secondly, the inevitable trembling of his arm also greatly compromised his accuracy.

Chen Shouyi reassembled and stored the bow, massaging his sore arm.

On the bed, the Shell Lady was admiring herself with a small mirror, adjusting her skirt and preening with a vain expression.

Ever since she got the small mirror, she couldn't get enough of admiring herself and had almost stopped playing with the glass bead.

The mirror was a women's makeup compact, which could be opened and closed.

The diameter was about five centimeters.

It wasn't that Chen Shouyi didn't want to buy a smaller mirror, like one the size of a pinky finger, but this was the smallest he could find.

He had now filled a drawer with these mirrors.

There were 50 of them.

Enough to last for quite some time.

"Good Giant, why can't I grow taller?" the Shell Lady suddenly asked with curiosity, her little head pondering over some thought as she looked at Chen Shouyi.

"How tall do you want to grow?" Chen Shouyi glanced at her curiously.

"As tall as a mountain!" The Shell Lady gestured as high as she could with her hands, "Even taller than the Good Giant—one more!"

Apparently, Chen Shouyi's transformation today had deeply stirred her.

"If you grow tall, you won't be cute anymore," Chen Shouyi chuckled wryly, "You're the cutest just as you are."

The Shell Lady fell silent at his words, staring at Chen Shouyi's face for a long while. Then she turned to the mirror, her expression changing as if weighing the importance of height versus cuteness in her mind.

After a long time, she sighed mournfully:

"Then I might as well not grow tall!"

Chen Shouyi was taken aback, his face turning dark, wanting to ask, what did she mean by that?

But thinking it over, he decided to let it go. After all, as a Martial Artist, it wasn't worth getting tangled up with this little thing that had a few screws loose.

...

"Woo-woo..."

Inside the train station, gas lamps illuminated the space brightly.

With the sound of a whistle, a steam train slowly pulled into the station and eventually came to a stop.

The carriage doors opened, and the crowd streamed out.

From one of the carriages emerged a rugged traveler, with a stout build, looking to be in his thirties or forties, his face haggard and eyes bloodshot. The surrounding people, intimidated by his aura, instinctively made way for him.

He walked out of the station, stopped under a streetlamp, reached into his pocket, and after some fumbling, pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Lighting one, he took a deep drag and squatted on the ground, his gaze vacant.

"Mortal, are you in doubt?"

"Damn it!" A flash of irritation crossed his face, and in a nervous fit, he crushed the cigarette to pieces.

"You don't think you're completely safe from my control, do you?" The whispered voice, like a devil's thought, resounded in his mind, elusive and remote.

"What have you done to me?" he muttered hoarsely, his face somewhat hysterical, "Get out of my head."

"I resurrected you from death and gave you power, power beyond all of humanity... My mighty warrior, all your struggles and resistance are in vain..."

A patrolling policeman in the distance noticed this man talking to himself, his demeanor deranged, and grew suspicious. Whistle in his mouth, hand on his gun, he cautiously approached.

"Excuse me, may I see your residency certificate or introduction letter?"

With the rampant cult activities, Jiangnan Province had become extremely strict about the movement of people. Except for refugees relocated by official organizations, ordinary people needed an introduction letter with a seal and signature from the local administrative unit to move to another city.

The middle-aged man quickly calmed his expression at this, looked up at the officer, reached into his pocket, and took out a hastily folded piece of paper.

The policeman, wary, accepted it, opened it, and sighed with relief.

It was an introduction letter from the military.

"Comrade Xiao Changming, sorry for the disturbance!" The policeman quickly returned the introduction letter, "But it's getting late, and it's best not to linger here. If you can't find a hotel, I can take you to one."

"No, thank you!"

Xiao Changming replied in a low voice, standing up with a touch of gloom and distortion on his face under the streetlight.

...

The next morning, Chen Shouyi saw Qin Liuyuan on the road.

He was walking down the street with a group of Martial Artists, chatting and laughing.

Only after they disappeared from view did Chen Shouyi look away.

"Still haven't given up, have you?"

Perhaps because of his youth, or perhaps because his power had been advancing rapidly, never experiencing the despair and helplessness of being stuck for a long time, it was difficult for him to understand Qin Liuyuan's intense insecurity.

This past year, the number of Martial Artist deaths in Hedong City almost exceeded the total yearly deaths of the previous two decades.

Only Qin Liuyuan remained among the great Martial Artists.

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