"Heave! Heave!" Inside the martial arts training ground, dozens of teenagers are struggling to run with sandbags on their backs.

These are the standard training sandbags of the Shenlong Continent, each weighing around thirty kilograms! Among these young boys, the one carrying the most has four sandbags, yet still manages to run the fastest.

"Tianlong is indeed the first genius of our Zhuang clan. He's only fifteen and can already sprint around carrying over a hundred kilograms."

"It looks like our Zhuang clan is about to have the youngest martial arts student!"

"Yes, compared to some overhyped false prodigies, he's truly a shining moon to their firefly!" A few elder martial artists marveled, their contempt was directed towards Zhuang Yichen, now sitting at the corner of the training ground with a pale and vacant face.

"Brother, it's time for your medication!" A beautiful twelve or thirteen-year-old girl huffed towards him and gently told him.

"Oh!" Zhuang Yichen numbly stood up, feeling a slight pain between his chest and abdomen, he couldn't help but give a bitter smile.

What an absurd situation. He had successfully arranged to meet with his dream girl back on Earth, full of fantasies for their post-meal entertainment. One moment he was checking into a hotel, the next he was here in this bizarre place.

Although he wasn't a pauper, there wasn't much difference to him. Parents deceased, without family, only having a young girl whom he can't lay a hand on, even to stay warm in bed.

"Tsk tsk, little Wan is getting more and more charming! Another two or three years, and she might become a head-turner!"

"Yes, it's a pity such a beauty is with Zhuang Yichen, the clan's waste. It’s like casting pearls before swine."

"The clan’s master is planning to marry Wan to the Ji family. Word is, the patriarch of the Ji clan has a keen interest in Wan and is willing to present a second-grade martial arts skill manual as a dowry gift!" The indiscreet whispers behind them turned Wan’s face pallid. Zhuang Yichen's fist, unnoticed, was clenched tightly.

"That old fool from the Ji family must be around seventy by now. To dare to set his sights on a young girl like Wan, despicable!" Zhuang Yichen could not contain his anger but had to endure in silence.

The previous owner of his body was the real grandson of the original clan leader. Unfortunately, a tragic turn of events led to the death of his parents, leaving him as the sole heir.

Once the current clan leader succeeded the position, he intentionally indulged the young Zhuang Yichen in eating, drinking, and gambling. In just a few short years, nearly all of his inheritance was wasted away.

The two of them came to a secluded spot. Suddenly, with a stern voice, Zhuang Yichen said, "Wan'er, don't be afraid, I'm here for you."

His fiancee, Wan'er, lifted her beautiful, startled face to look at him. She couldn't figure out why the man, who she always berated as a bringer of misfortune, seemed to have changed suddenly today.

"Hmm!" She obediently nodded, even if Zhuang Yichen's behavior was just a whim, she was still happy.

Detecting her disbelief from her expression, Zhuang Yichen knew that it would probably take time to wash away all the things the original owner of his body had done.

They returned to their room, and a burly figure was already seated at the table.

"Third Uncle!" Wan'er exclaimed in surprise. The visitor was one of the pillars of the Zhuang family, Zhuang Yefeng, whose strength was second only to the current family head. If it weren't for his care over the years, Zhuang Yichen might have been expelled from the family long ago.

"Yeah! Yichen, are you feeling better now?" Zhuang Yefeng's face was majestic, yet his gaze at Zhuang Yichen was very gentle.

"Third Uncle, I'm much better now!" Zhuang Yichen responded. This was the only elder in the Zhuang family who had been good to him since his journey started, and he had felt his sincere concern.

"That's good! In a few days, the marital alliance tournament of warrior families in our Zisang County is going to start. I will introduce a marriage partner for you, and will try my best to help you get a qualification in the county examination," Zhuang Yefeng said with a sigh. Suddenly, a pill appeared in his hand.

"In fact, your talent has always been good, you've just been held back by yourself. This is a second-level body refining pill. It can help a lot with injury recovery and cultivation improvement. The rest is up to you," Zhuang Yefeng said solemnly.

"A second-level body refining pill, this is a very expensive medicine," Zhuang Yichen said a little touched, realizing that Zhuang Yefeng had been doing all this for him during his time away. Judging from his weary and tired appearance, he must have been trying really hard.

"I'm a little hungry, Wan'er can you go get me something to eat?" Zhuang Yichen suddenly said.

After Wan'er left, the look on Zhuang Yefeng's face immediately became somewhat heavier.

"You probably know about the Ji family's marriage proposal for Wan'er, right?" Zhuang Yefeng also looked somewhat helpless.

Although he was ranked among the top in the family in terms of strength, there were still many elder elders pressuring him. He was unable to resist the family head's decision, especially since the second-level martial art offered by the Ji family was incredibly rare.

"Uncle San, I understand now! Wan'er is my betrothed, and I won't let anyone else have her!" Zhuang Yichen said calmly.

What a joke! After going through such a long journey, having this little loli by his side was a blessing that even the gods in heaven wouldn't dare to snatch away.

"As long as you can demonstrate your worth, maybe the elders will consider your feelings!" Zhuang Yefeng said thoughtfully.

"If I can defeat Zhuang Tianlong, would that prove my worth?" Zhuang Tianlong was the young boy who had been seen sprinting like the wind even while carrying a weight of a hundred catties, he was the direct grandson of the family head, the number one prodigy in the Zhuang family.

"Of course!" Zhuang Yefeng got up, patted him on the shoulder and said in a gentle tone: "Make sure you don't let Wan'er down!" After saying this, he left.