After sending his father away, Liu Sen sat by the window for a long time. Beth quietly watched him, pondering, as the sunlight streamed in from his side, casting a somewhat mysterious shadow on him. She suddenly felt he was harboring a secret in his heart.

  Indeed, Liu Sen had something on his mind, and his biggest concern was the power within his body. Facing the sea, he silently recited that incantation, and the serpent inside him rose again, darting left and right, unable to find its way out. In this turmoil, the initial panic in Liu Sen had vanished, and he felt a strange transformation.

  At that moment, he felt his body filled with power, a subtle sensation, because he couldn't channel this power to his arms or legs to test it. He couldn't quite expin whether it was real strength or just an illusion. Even if it was an illusion, it felt incredibly real, flowing through his organs and making his whole body extremely comfortable. The comfort was undeniable; even if it was false, as long as it felt real, it was real...

  This feeling was so wonderful that Liu Sen didn't dare to stop, or perhaps didn't want to. He guided this cool sensation throughout his body, like flying freely in a unique space. When the coolness reached his heart, it spontaneously radiated outward, turning from cool to warm, becoming a heat flow. As the heat spiraled, Liu Sen felt his body heat up, snapping him out of his trance.

  A pair of beautiful eyes looked at him: "Young master, are you feeling unwell?"

  Liu Sen didn't answer. He had another surprising discovery: he had forgotten the incantation long ago, but the heat flow continued for a long time. What did this mean? The incantation wasn't the key factor in controlling the heat flow!

  But no, the incantation had awakened the heat flow. It could awaken the heat flow within him, but what were these flows? Could they be the magical elements his grandfather talked about? But how could these elements reside within him? Hadn't they abandoned him?

  The stele, the bnk stele had swirling air currents on it. He had also felt like he was in the center of a storm. Later, the swirling air currents disappeared, and there was a moment of turmoil in his body, simir to what he felt now.

  Why did he have this strange feeling, like the legendary qigong or internal strength? He truly felt the presence of qi. Could it be that he had unintentionally mastered some internal strength? Could magical elements also be used as internal strength? Thinking of this, Liu Sen became excited. He reached for the wooden cup on the table, guided his thought, and the heat flow spiraled throughout his body. He exerted force, but there was no anomaly in his hand; the wooden cup remained intact, his hand tingling from the effort!

  His strength hadn't increased, just as he thought. The heat flow in his body felt powerful, but it didn't reach his hands, otherwise, he wouldn't even be unable to crush a wooden cup!

  "Young master, you don't like this cup?" Beth said, "I'll get you a hammer to smash it!" What a good girl, no matter how unreasonable the young master's hatred for the wooden cup was, she would still do as he wished. She saw the fierce grip of the young master on the wooden cup, naturally disliking the cup.

  Liu Sen pulled her over: "Come here, I want to experiment!"

  "Experiment with what?" Beth softly called out, "Young master... it's daytime!" Her clothes had already been undone, revealing infinite beauty underneath. She knew what he wanted to do, but she wouldn't oppose, only reminding him gently.

  Reminder received, the journey continued. Liu Sen was experimenting to see what benefits the power inside him could bring. If it couldn't be applied to limbs, perhaps it could still affect certain organs inside the body? It seemed to have some effect, as Beth's expression seemed both pained and pleased. The pace and intensity of his advances also increased significantly, but he had always been quite vigorous until Beth gasped and colpsed softly, he still couldn't be sure if he had made any progress in certain aspects.

  The method of experimentation that morning was peculiar. Beth was worried; it seemed like the young master's old habits were fring up again because he began to act in ways she couldn't understand. He took her in broad daylight, less gently and more violently than before, and now he even asked her to hit his stomach with a stick. In her reluctance to comply, he harshly struck himself several times with a stick, then spaced out!

  Liu Sen wasn't just spacing out; he also felt joy. When the stick struck him, he finally realized the reality of his strength because he didn't feel much pain. His hands were numb from the st two strikes, but his stomach didn't hurt at all! Was this the effect of strength? Allowing him to withstand hits?

  The benefits of being able to withstand hits were useless to him; who would hit him for no reason? And who would dare to? If enemies encountered him, they would kill him, not lightly hit his stomach with a stick. And his stomach's skin told him it was still made of flesh, capable of withstanding sticks, not swords!

  However, verifying the strength within him was the biggest gain! With gains came rewards, applying mutual rewards for himself and the troubled Beth beside him. He picked her up, caressed her breasts, kissed her face gently, and told her, "Don't be afraid, I'm experimenting with a kind of... Kung Fu."

  Beth's cheeks blushed. Experimenting with Kung Fu? Including that? She was a very likable girl. She leaned close to his ear and whispered in the softest voice, "I feel... so happy just now, young master, your Kung Fu is amazing!"

  Liu Sen's heart tingled at her words. This girl seemed to have changed; she knew how to make a man comfortable, even her words were comforting!

  As he began to tease her slightly and Beth's breathing quickened again, Grus's voice came from outside: "Young master, the isnd lord requests your presence!"

  Liu Sen's face darkened. The person he most wanted to see on this isnd was the girl in his arms, and perhaps the least was his grandfather, but now he could only go see the person he least wanted to and let go of the one he most desired. Helpless!

  Grandfather stood in his usual spot, seemingly having a habit of standing at the highest point overlooking the entire isnd, always accompanied by someone, perhaps another of his habits. Today was different; Liu Sen sensitively noticed something – his parents were there with him, along with his two sisters and his second uncle, and of course, his brother. So many members of the isnd lord's family were present; what did this mean? A criticism session?

  Liu Sen walked steadily, stepping through the attendants on either side, and bowed to his grandfather and the elders: "Grandfather, did you want to see me about something?"

  "Have you thought about leaving for a while?" Grandfather got straight to the point.

  "Yes, grandfather!"

  "Why?"

  Liu Sen said, "Wind God Isnd reveres the wind as its deity, and mastering wind magic is essential for the isnd lord's family. However, there's a problem with my magic, and I want to find the root of the issue." This was the best reason he could think of. Pursuing advancement in power was something no one could object to, regardless of his temperament or whether he was good or bad. His grandfather shouldn't oppose it, and neither should his father.

  Grandfather frowned: "Do you know that the problem cannot be solved on the isnd?"

  "I know!" Even the highest magic on the isnd, mastered by grandfather, was not a solution, let alone anyone else. And for some reason, he didn't want to share the strange phenomenon within him with his grandfather.

  "Can you solve it after you leave?"

  "I don't know!" Liu Sen firmly said: "But I don't want to give up. The prestige of Wind God Isnd should not just be about the dragon turtle. Our magic should also be brilliant!"

  Upon hearing this, even his father nodded repeatedly, not to mention his grandfather, who excimed happily: "Do you see? This is our young master! The young master of Wind God Isnd is not a mediocre person but a brave and resolute one!" The attributes of bravery and resoluteness do not have a generational gap; they are commendable for anyone.

  "The isnd lord is wise! The young master is wise!" Cheers erupted, not cking in fttery, though perhaps not just fttery. The people around, each with their unique skills, be it magic or swordsmanship, were inevitably overshadowed by the dragon turtle. Thus, these cheers might also be an affirmation for themselves.

  "I've discussed it with your grandfather!" His father said: "Tomorrow, we'll send you to the mainnd to the Magic and Martial Arts Academy. Start from the basics!"

  Going to school? Liu Sen was excited. This was his most familiar domain, and the subject of study was his greatest interest. More importantly, this time going to school was not like in the other world, where he was so poor that he could only work part-time during the summer. This time, he was the young master of an area spanning eight hundred miles of sea, with no worries about money, able to indulge in leisure and extravagance!

  Had he already discussed it with grandfather? Did he already know about his desire to study magic? Although the morning's response was watertight, it seemed his father was no ordinary man either.

  "Magic and Martial Arts Academy is different from ordinary pces. Everyone who enters is extraordinary. Your identity there means nothing. If you want to stand out and be respected, mastering magic or swordsmanship is the only way!"

  An academy that only judges heroes by their magic and martial skills, casting aside all secur halos? Liu Sen's eyes sparkled. This pce sounded perfect. He seemed to have finally found his goal, knowing what kind of person he wanted to be – someone with overwhelming strength, not relying on the legacy of his ancestors but on his own abilities to intimidate and stand proud in the world.

  Can he do it? He didn't know, but he knew he had a chance!