Chapter 2: Ancestral Home; Mysterious Dragon Seal

  The ancestral house of the Sun family is located in the southern suburbs of Luoshan City, actually just two wooden houses. This kind of bird doesn't even shit here, and it's close to the warning zone, where no one wants to go. The so-called warning zone is a region on the barren wilderness where monsters and strange beasts frequently appear. During the several Snow River Wars, the archenemy of the humanoid alliance, the JW Alliance, repeatedly launched sneak attacks on the planet Domir and conducted mutation experiments on the species on the planet, attempting to destroy the planet's ecological balance through this method.

  The location of the ancestral house is precarious, but every summer, Sun Yan and his father still come to clean it up. According to his father, he and his mother used to live happily here.

  In Sun Yan's opinion, it should be that his father and mother had a very happy memory here, otherwise, they would not have given birth to him.

  Two wooden houses piled up with all sorts of miscellaneous items, in Sun Yan's view were all trash, nothing valuable, the only thing of value was a small wooden box.

  Put down his backpack, Sun Yan started sweeping, and his way of sweeping was very strange.

  Wipe the table for 5 minutes, wipe the window for 5 minutes, wipe the desk for 5 minutes, tidy up clutter for 5 minutes, mop the floor for 5 minutes. No task takes more than 5 minutes, and after repeating this cycle for 40 minutes, you can thoroughly clean the house with ease.

  Sitting on the ground, Sun Yan let out a long sigh, "It's over, another year has passed, and I'll be 16 soon."

  At 16, with his poor grades, no decent college would accept him unless he paid his own way, which was a small fortune. His father, Sun Bo, made only 20 credits a month, and the tuition would have worked him to death.

  "Not attending a higher academy means no better martial arts training." Sun Yan's face was bewildered, and he immediately lost his smile: "Brother, I just reached the stage of tempering my body, and I'm already thinking about what's to come in the future. I've really been daydreaming too much."

  A week ago, Sun Yan had just reached the stage of Tempering Body, which made him extremely happy and he excitedly reported this to his class teacher. The result can be imagined, a 16-year-old student who has only just completed the Tempering Body stage, who would pay attention to him? Except for his sworn friend Mu Tong, in the cognition of the vast majority of people, Sun Yan was still an untempered waste material, after all, the distance between these two stages is almost negligible.

  Took out a black player from the backpack, adjusted it for a moment, and pressed the open button.

  Mmm...

  The screen flickered twice, and then a thrilling scene appeared. A group of naked men and women were entwined together, their limbs intertwined, with moaning sounds drifting out from the player.

  The content being played is self-evident, it's the type of movie that men like the most - adult movies, also known as small movies. If someone sees it from the side, they will definitely say it's too revealing, it's actually a no-holds-barred event.

  Sun Yan put on the headphones, closed his eyes and listened for a while, then sighed: "The sound quality is really good, but unfortunately I've never seen a real show, I don't know when I'll be able to fulfill my wish!"

  A moment later, Sun Yan opened his eyes, but his expression had changed. The intoxicating color was gone, replaced by a calm and peaceful look. His gaze stared at the screen without blinking, the desire in his eyes gradually faded away. By the time the movie had played halfway through, Sun Yan's eyes were clear and tranquil.

  He casually removed his earplugs, and his body involuntarily stood up, with his shoulders back and abdomen in, looking straight ahead.

  Take a half step forward with your right foot, slightly pause at the waist, clench your left fist and tuck it into your waist, while your right hand follows and pops out.

  Whoosh!

  A dark wooden hut flashed with a whip-like shadow, 【Hei Jing San Shi】 - Whip Form.

  The left foot follows the trend, the waist is like a hanging bell, the force is twisted outward, the left hand changes from fist to palm and pops out, combining with the right arm to make a fierce chop.

  Bang!

  The air transmitted another crisp sound, and in the darkness, it seemed like an axe chopping down, [Soldier Form Three Styles] - Axe Form.

  Slightly bent legs, waist forceful and swift, body like a spring bouncing up, arms separated, swinging out in unison. Whistling, two sharp gusts of wind rise, [Soldier's Form Three] - Knife Shape.

  This is the basic combat skill of Nan Ying College professors - [Bing Xing San Shi], which cannot be listed as the lowest first-class. Sun Yan has been in contact with this combat skill for three years and has just reached the initial stage.

  He practiced the "Bing Xing San Shi" over and over again, until sweat seeped through his clothes and his body couldn't support him anymore. Sun Yan collapsed to the ground, panting violently, "Damn it, after practicing for three years I'm still at the 'initial understanding' level, am I really that untalented?"

  To become a martial artist, the foundation is to complete the tempering of the body. The body is the container for the inner yuan. On the basis of completing the tempering of the body, one can then explore and comprehend the sensation of qi, thereby refining the body and gathering yuan to become a first-class martial artist.

  In terms of qualifications, Sun Yan's martial arts talent is ordinary and shouldn't have taken 16 years to complete the tempering process. The main reason is that Sun Yan has always had a short attention span since childhood and can never focus on one thing for more than five minutes.

  The dead party wood gave this disease a very vivid name - 5-minute concentration syndrome.

  Practicing any martial art, a calm and clear mind is the foundation. If one cannot concentrate their energy, then progress in martial arts will be as slow as a snail's crawl. At 8 years old, he first came into contact with adult films. Suddenly, he discovered that watching this type of film could also quickly bring him to an empty and clear state when his primal desires were stirred. This discovery allowed Sun Yan's qigong practice to improve.

  However, it was only a slight improvement, and compared to the average person's cultivation speed, it had only changed from snail pace to turtle speed. After that, Sun Yan's series of evil names were born.

  Martial arts class watches adult movies, it's a must for practicing; peeking at women's underwear is the negative impact left by the 8-year anti-war; as for sleeping with eyes open, attention is too easily distracted and quickly falls asleep.

  "Brother, I am as pure as a blank sheet of paper." This is Sun Yan's usual self-proclaimed motto.

  Sat on the ground for a while, Sun Yan stood up and walked to the corner of the wall, slowly opening that small wooden box.

  "...On April 13, 4313, Flight J7432 to Paradise Star crashed. The cause is still under investigation. There were 4,800 passengers on board, with 4,788 confirmed dead and 12 missing..."

  "...The cause of the crash of Flight J7432 is still unknown, and relevant departments are actively investigating..."

  "... 12 passengers did not find the body, the accident has been 72 hours..."

  There was nothing else in the small wooden box, only a thick stack of newspapers. 13 years ago, flight J7324 crashed, and my mother was on that flight.

  He pulled out a bottle of liquor from his backpack, uncorked it and took a big gulp. The spicy flavor slid down his throat and spread throughout his body instantly. Every time he opened a newspaper, Sun Yan would take a swig of the strong liquor, and soon his eyes turned red with a misty layer. From young to old, he had never seen his mother's face, not even a single photo existed.

  His mother Yuan Mohua was one of the 12 missing passengers. The chances of survival for those who went missing on an interstellar flight were extremely low.

  It's possible that she might still be alive, which means there's still hope for her return. Maybe mother is still in this world, maybe one day in the future, mom will suddenly appear in front of me.

  At the age of 6, Sun Yan began to collect newspapers about the accident one by one, hoping to find some clues from them. These newspapers were the only connection with his mother whom he had never met.

  Sun Yan flipped through a newspaper, muttering to himself: "It's all that damn old man's fault, he got drunk and ruined all mom's photos..."

  "Mom, don't blame Dad either, he didn't mean to. Dad works hard for 12 hours every day just to support us two, he's very tired too... Don't blame him..."

  "These newspapers are really something, a missing person and they don't even publish a photo, it's too unprofessional..."

  He slowly organized the stack of newspapers from head to toe, and Sun Yan knew that since he was 8 years old, only high-level warriors or relevant departments had the permission to check the relevant information about the starry voyage accident. If you want to further investigate your mother's whereabouts, you must be a higher level warrior.

  As for how high it can go, Sun Yan is not clear about this, these are not levels that he can reach.

  Silently closing the box, the wine fumes rose, and his vision gradually blurred. Sun Yan tightly hugged the box, tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes.

  Mom, you know what? I miss you so much, really miss you.

  Dad, he misses you too...

  We all miss you...

  A flash of light flickered in the darkness, catching Sun Yan's attention.

  "What's that?"

  Drunken eyes blurred, approaching the wall corner, the wooden wall had rotted for years, a small hole was broken open, and a faint light shot out from it.

  Sun Yan stretched out his hand and reached into the cave, feeling around for a moment before touching something wet and slippery, which he then pulled out.

  "Wow!" Examining it under the dim light, Sun Yan was astonished, "This is a seal."

  This is a square seal, with a rusty surface, but it can't hide its exquisite workmanship.

  He flipped it over, and the engraving seemed to be a long snake-like creature. Sun Yan couldn't see clearly, so he rubbed it with his thumb twice, and suddenly let out a pained cry: "Damn it, I got pricked!"

  A few drops of fresh blood oozed out from his thumb, dripping onto the seal. The surface of the seal suddenly changed, and under the dim light, Sun Yan opened his drunken eyes wide, and was shocked to see that the rust seemed to be dissolved by the blood, gradually revealing the pattern on the seal's surface.

  That is a dragon.

  Golden dragon body hidden in clouds and mist, scales like armor, dragon head swallowing clouds, dragon claws treading mist, soaring through clouds and riding on mist.

  Sun Yan's eyes shone brightly, "What a beautiful pattern, what exquisite printing, this thing looks really good, it must be worth a lot of money. If sold, it might even cover the tuition fees for a top-notch college."

  Right behind him, his eyes widened even more, looking incredulously at the scene in front of him, and the dragon on Fang Yin's seal suddenly moved.

  A golden dragon claw reached out, dispersing clouds and mist, and that dragon actually flew out.

  A bright light suddenly flashed in the wooden house, and a dragon's shadow floated before Sun Yan. The dragon was one meter long, with claws like hooks and whiskers that fluttered, vividly lifelike.

  "This, this..." Sun Yan rubbed his eyes and slapped his thigh, "This holographic image is too realistic, it's great! This thing must be worth a lot of money, I'm rich, I'm rich, now I can go to a top university!"

  He was also drunk, Sun Yan stretched out his hand and pointed to the virtual shadow of the dragon's head with great interest, but unexpectedly found that he had touched a solid object.

  The next moment, the dragon's mouth opened and bit on his finger, a strange power spread through his fingers to his whole body, Sun Yan's mind buzzed.

  "Identification begins, ethnicity: Huaxia, match."

  "Inspection report: Bloodline pure and true, matching."

  The golden dragon's eyes suddenly burst out with two rays of light, which shot straight into his eyes, and another voice echoed in Sun Yan's mind.

  "Physical strength, no internal injury, consistent."

  Drip, drip, drip...... The square seal dissipated like it was melting away. A faint golden light appeared on Sun Yan's body, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, before fading away again. He fell forward, collapsing onto the ground, unconscious.