After a brief and eerie stillness, it was Wolf Bro’s anguished, soul-piercing scream that shattered the silence.
“Aaah… my hand!”
Even a battle-hardened man like Wolf Bro couldn't withstand the agony — a gaping wound now marked his shoulder. His face turned deathly pale as he collapsed to the ground, writhing and wailing in pain.
“Impossible!”
Huo Qing stood dumbfounded, still staring at the chopstick.
It was just an ordinary wooden chopstick — not a firearm, nothing extraordinary. How could it have caused such devastation?
Observing everything with narrowed eyes, Huo Lin drew in a sharp breath. “Such terrifying internal force!”
Mi Jun sat motionless in his chair. With the slightest flick of his wrist — a motion so subtle it was barely discernible — the chopstick had soared across the room, piercing Wolf Bro’s shoulder from several meters away and embedding itself deep into the wall. What else could explain this but refined inner strength?
Internal force — the subtle power that channels immense strength through minimal motion, capable of moving mountains with a feather’s touch.
A simple wooden chopstick, so fragile a child could snap it, had become an unstoppable weapon in the hands of a master.
Huo Lin's thoughts surged in silent awe. “I’ve seen my fair share of internal strength practitioners… but ones with mastery this pure? They’re as rare as phoenix feathers.”
He recalled how Huo Qing had mocked Mi Jun, claiming he'd seen “true immortals,” and Mi Jun hadn’t bothered to argue. Now, in retrospect, it was clear — Mi Jun hadn’t deigned to respond, not out of weakness, but disdain.
Ignoring the shock of those around him, Mi Jun cast an indifferent gaze upon Wolf Bro and asked coldly, “Tell me… was one chopstick enough to make my point? Or shall I make use of a second?”
Wolf Bro trembled, clutching his shoulder in terror. “Enough… enough! I was blind and ignorant. Please, spare me, Master!”
He knew all too well: had Mi Jun aimed at his head, he would already be dead.
The law forbids killing? What a joke.
A man like Mi Jun, steeped in such fearsome power, would have powerful patrons lining up for a chance to curry favor. If he wanted a thug like Wolf Bro erased, he wouldn't even need to dirty his own hands.
His own elder brother, Zhao Yun, had courted an internal force master years ago — treated him like royalty. That man took a cut of 30% from all East Street earnings.
With power, one truly could do as one pleased.
“Then leave,” Mi Jun said mildly, though his tone brimmed with an oppressive authority that made it hard to breathe. “And be more careful next time.”
“Yes, yes! I’ll remember your words!” Wolf Bro nodded frantically.
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“Wolf Bro!” one of his stunned lackeys finally regained his senses.
“Don’t call me that! Just move!” he hissed, dragging his gang away in shame.
“Finally… some peace,” Mi Jun said, relaxing his posture. He called out toward the entrance, “Boss, it’s time to serve the food. I’m starving.”
“R-right away, Sir!” the restaurant owner stammered, scurrying toward the kitchen.
“Mr. Xiao, please forgive my earlier foolishness.” Huo Qing stood facing Mi Jun, his heart filled with unease.
Good thing he hadn’t gone so far as to make some ridiculous bet about eating excrement or jumping off a building. That would’ve been awkward.
Mi Jun waved a hand casually. “If I held grudges, I wouldn’t still be sitting here. Besides, thank you for the meal.”
“Oh, it’s nothing! A small meal is hardly worth mentioning!” Huo Qing chuckled awkwardly, inwardly marveling at Mi Jun’s magnanimity.
…
With the boss’s urging, dishes soon arrived.
At the table, both Huo Lin and Huo Qing seemed a little restrained, while Mi Jun ate with gusto.
Half an hour later, sated and content, Mi Jun rose. “Thank you for your hospitality. I have other matters to attend to.”
Huo Lin and Huo Qing opened their mouths to speak but had no excuse to make him stay — after all, they were just chance acquaintances.
“By the way…” Mi Jun paused at the doorway and turned back. “Have you heard of ‘Red Ling Ginseng’?”
Huo Lin thought for a moment. “Red Ling Ginseng? I believe it’s a rare medicinal herb — known for nourishing energy, strengthening the body, and invigorating the blood.”
“I see now — those from the provincial capital truly are well-informed,” Mi Jun nodded approvingly. “Indeed, Red Ling Ginseng is prized for those very properties.”
He continued, “Has Elder Huo taken any Red Ling Ginseng recently?”
“No,” Huo Lin replied. “I never rely on medicine unless I’m unwell.”
“Good.”
Huo Qing furrowed his brow. “Mr. Xiao, is there something wrong with my father’s health? Please, tell us.”
“There are things I shouldn't speak of lightly,” Mi Jun said solemnly, “but I’ll leave you with this — if someone ever offers you medicine containing Red Ling Ginseng, do not take it. No matter what.”
“That's all I’ll say. Farewell.”
He turned and walked away.
“In a world this vast, there are truly wonders beyond comprehension,” Huo Lin murmured with deep emotion.
In their circle, practitioners of internal force were not uncommon — the Huo family had even recruited some.
But for one so young to wield it with such finesse and ease? That was rare indeed.
Moreover, Mi Jun’s every gesture and word radiated unshakable confidence — calm, poised, and utterly commanding. Both men felt dwarfed in comparison.
Huo Lin admired Mi Jun’s strength.
Huo Qing, however, was fixated on his final warning.
What was the mystery behind the Red Ling Ginseng?
…
Mi Jun’s mind swirled with fragmented memories.
His parents had perished in a car accident five years ago.
Only one relative remained — his elder sister, Xiao Fei, who now ran their family company in Lanning City.
Mi Jun had been finishing his senior year in a remote county town, but at Xiao Fei’s insistence, had agreed to transfer to a high school in the city.
Yet Mi Jun feared her deeply. Upon arriving in Lanning, he dared not meet her — instead wandering the city alone. Unluckily, he slipped under a bridge, hit his head on a rock… and everything changed.
Piecing together his thoughts, Mi Jun began walking toward Xiao Fei’s company.
…
Xiao Fei was twenty-one this year.
Their parents had died five years ago, meaning she had taken over the company at just sixteen.
She had started with nothing — guided by a few senior employees, struggling through trials no one else could imagine to reach her current success.
“You mean Xiao Chen arrived in Lanning three days ago?” In her office, Xiao Fei’s face turned pale with worry after speaking with an old neighbor.
She’d been so overwhelmed with work lately, staying at the office till midnight, that she hadn’t had time to call him.
Now, his phone wouldn’t connect — and he was three days overdue.
“Could something have happened on the road?”
She was about to call the police when the front desk phoned.
“Miss Xiao, there’s a young man outside claiming to be your brother. He wants to see you.”
“I’m coming down immediately.”
(P.S. For clarification: the protagonist is not from Earth. He came here over a century ago, lived for three years, and left. Now, more than a hundred years later, he has reincarnated into a body with the same name. Xiao Fei is the sister of the body’s original owner.)
