Hijacking the Timeline

Scarlet Research Institute.

Training Room 1.

Sweat streamed down Feng Qi’s forehead, his fair skin flushed from the intense training.

”Yes, yes, Grandmaster, rest assured. I’ll study diligently and cooperate fully with the Scarlet Research Institute to complete this cultivation technique testing experiment.”

After this ”sincere” assurance, he hung up the call from Bai Fusheng.

Putting his phone down, he returned to the wooden training dummy and resumed his fist drills.

Having confirmed his ability to freely navigate another version of himself’s sea of consciousness using a spiritual medium and fuse his innate abilities, Feng Qi had already formulated his next steps.

First, daily meditation to strengthen his mental connection with his other self.

Second, mastering ”fist intent.”

If he could grasp fist intent in the Sacrifice Line, this ability would also enhance his other self’s combat prowess.

With each punch, sweat poured down, soaking the ground.

The cultivation of momentum, as explained in the research materials, was divided into several distinct traits.

The first step was identifying the momentum that best suited one’s combat style.

Even with the same weapon, different ”momentum” traits existed.

For example, Liu Yue’s ”sword intent” could be categorized into three traits: Sharp Sword Stance, Blunt Sword Stance, and Dividing Sword Stance.

These three characteristics correspond to offense, defense, and balance, respectively.

Liu Yue had clearly chosen the Sharp Sword Stance. Upon activating his stance, a crisscrossing network of razor-sharp sword energy materialized around him.

The other stances followed a similar pattern.

The first step in cultivating a stance required precise self-assessment.

Feng Qi had no hesitation in this regard.

His combat style was ill-suited for defensive counterattacks or balanced engagements. Only the Overlord Fist Stance, with its relentless, domineering offense, aligned with his nature.

Having made his choice, he now needed to cultivate his fist intent.

The endless training of throwing punches was meant to nurture this fist intent within his heart.

With each strike, he had to imbue it with his unwavering qi momentum, his indomitable spirit.

Only through this relentless focus could he cultivate that domineering fist intent.

Through firsthand experience with stance cultivation, Feng Qi finally understood why Liu Yue’s Jianlan never targeted humans.

The reason was simple: Liu Yue had mastered the Sharp Sword Stance.

Every training session involved near-lethal strikes, honing his unstoppable sword intent.

Once unleashed, his sword intent made it impossible to easily retract his blade.

The Overlord Fist Stance Feng Qi was now cultivating demanded the same unwavering resolve.

Each punch had to be thrown with the unwavering conviction of a mountain, even if a mountain itself stood in his path. There could be no hesitation in his heart.

The moment the thought of withdrawing crossed his mind, his punch lost its unwavering momentum.

Hesitation leads to defeat.

Just as martial artists cultivate a primal ferocity within their hearts, the initial stage of mastering fist intent involves repeatedly throwing punches to condense one’s qi momentum.

This momentum gradually solidifies through continuous practice, eventually forming a fist intent qi field around the practitioner.

As Feng Qi relentlessly threw punches, he visualized himself transforming into his Blood Source Form, each strike carrying an unstoppable force. Through this training, his mental state underwent a profound transformation.

He only stopped when his hands were raw and bloodied.

Gasping for breath, he wiped the sweat from his brow that trickled into his eyes and staggered toward the healing pod.

An hour later, fully restored, he changed into his martial arts uniform and sat before the jade statue, deepening his spiritual connection through meditation.

Lost in his training, he lost track of time.

When he finally opened his eyes, a trace of exhaustion lingered in their depths.

Yet this fatigue wasn’t physical; it was a mental weariness.

Rising to his feet, he returned to the specially crafted wooden training post.

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and focused on adjusting his mental state.

Moments later, he unleashed a punch against the post, resuming his fist intent training.

His sweat-soaked martial arts uniform bore witness to Feng Qi’s relentless effort and unwavering determination.

Even in the Sacrifice Line timeline, he was determined to shine with his own unique light.

Day after day, two months passed in the blink of an eye.

Apart from meals and sleep, Feng Qi devoted himself entirely to training.

One day, while practicing his fist intent as usual, he felt a power stirring within him as he charged up his right fist. The force finally broke free, like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon.

The punch flowed effortlessly, as if there were no air resistance, and slammed straight into the specially crafted wooden post.

Before his fist even made contact, a faint crimson glow materialized around it, then detached to form a fiery red fist shadow that struck the post.

Crack!

A sharp sound echoed as a clear fist imprint was left on the wood.

Feng Qi grinned, his teeth bared.

He knew he had succeeded.

The cultivation of fist intent resonated with his state of mind. Having repeatedly experienced relentless battles, he understood the mindset required for such a technique.

Yet he never imagined he could nurture even a fraction of domineering fist intent in just two months.

He closed his eyes.

Fist intent couldn’t be perceived through mental consciousness, but he could sense a flickering flame burning in his chest.

This flickering flame was the fist intent he had cultivated, the very imprint of his fighting spirit.

He opened his eyes, a fierce glint flashing within them, and his right fist struck the wooden post once more.

Without conscious effort, his state of mind synchronized with his strike. Crimson energy coalesced around his fist, flowing as naturally as Liu Yue’s sword energy. The moment his fist left his hand, it slammed into the wooden post with explosive force.

The specially crafted wooden post, produced within the Domain Field, met C-Rank hardness standards.

Yet under the barrage of fist shadows, splinters flew as a clear fist imprint was left behind.

Feng Qi clenched his fist in exhilaration.

His fist intent had finally reached the entry level.

While still far from Liu Yue’s effortless activation of a momentum force field, this marked a significant leap from zero to one.

He stepped back from the wooden post.

Feeling the burning fist intent flame in his chest, he unleashed a flurry of punches at the post.

Instantly, multiple fist shadows erupted from his fists, slamming into the specially crafted wooden post in rapid succession. In the blink of an eye, the post was shattered inch by inch from top to bottom.

Having experienced the power of fist intent, Feng Qi’s interest in cultivating it deepened.

He glanced down at his bruised and battered fists, then back at the wooden post reduced to its base. A smile crept into his eyes.

Just then, Wei Wei’s voice came over the overhead speaker:

”Caught in the act. Feng Qi, for deliberately damaging training equipment, please report to the Scarlet Conference Room to pay the fine.”

Feng Qi: ...

Realizing the Scarlet leadership wanted to see him, he headed to the bathroom cubicle.

After a quick shower, he changed into a brand-new martial arts uniform from the locker and left the training room, heading straight for the Scarlet Conference Room.

A few minutes later, he arrived at the entrance to the Scarlet Core Conference Room.

(End of the Chapter)

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