Reveal

In a flash, Emily caught up with Tylem down the paved path made of stone slabs, her beautiful face bright and relaxed. It was done in a smooth burst of unprecedented momentum.

For Emily, this speed was a walk in the park; her mastery in Chinese Internal Martial Arts was at the peak of Beijing. Within Huaxia, she was one of the most powerful humans to ever exist.

The inner force was a mythical, mysterious existence. Likely, those who possessed inner force in Huaxia could be countered on two hands or less, the majority of them hidden from the public eye.

It wasn't at the level of killing with a thought of course. For martial artists, that godlike level was impossible to ever achieve in their lifetimes. Rather, it was impossible to even get near it.

In this vast universe, the legendary cultivators were likely the sole existences who could accomplish such an exaggerated feat, their presence akin to a fictional children's tale.

However, the world's strongest Internal Martial Arts practitioners were unique in their own right, a common fact being that all of them were levels beyond the average human.

For example, Kilas, an old fogey who was considered a top martial arts genius in the world, had begun forcibly taking over famous groups left and right in the early 20th century. This was around the 1930s.

Doing everything on his own, this old fogey, with nothing but his body, had even forced prominent ministers and top ancient families, like the noble 'Xia' and 'Yan' masters, to kneel before him.

During this time, Kilas was unstoppable, and numerous legends had risen surrounding his feats. However, one day, he just disappeared. The legend was never to be heard of again, disappearing as quickly as he had risen.

This was a genius who had trained for all his life, biding for the time to make his mark on the world, but he had vanished without a trace. Thus, many people suspected that he had been killed off due to offending the wrong person at some point.

The saying goes crouching tigers, sleeping dragons. Behind the mist, there was always a higher summit. Unsurprisingly, after that, there hadn't been another 'Kilas' to appear in Huaxia.

With Kilas acting as a prime example for the aspiring, arrogant monstrous geniuses, no one tried to take control of everything through brute force anymore. Thus, their existence began fading away until the current modern day, where the law was above all and controlled everything.

Right now, Tylem was a reincarnated youth with a child's body, and he was only at the very beginning of his long cultivation journey. Regardless, the shock still hit him hard.

Emily had beaten him? Staring at her relaxed face, he found out once again that his benefactor was much more than meets the eye.

Obviously, even if he did lose after giving the race everything he had, it didn't mean death or creating trouble for himself in the future, so Tylem freely pushed himself.

"No." Tylem clenched his teeth. "Not yet."

Circulating his Qi, Tylem's spirit roared to life.

True cultivators, expectedly, were prideful by nature. The unwillingness to lose—to not give up.

If Tylem wasn't taking it seriously, that was a different matter in itself, but he had even exerted himself as a cultivator. In this life, when his character was that of a cultivator, he couldn't lose.

Back in the school cafeteria, Tylem had realized this. The Spiritual Qi greatly nourished his mind, which ended up rousing the deeply-etched confidence that all true cultivators had from within him.

In the cultivation world, losing meant endless pain—death!

Nevertheless, he knew how to bide his time, waiting until the day he was strong enough to take revenge. In this life, caution and safety forever took precedence over pride. The few people he cared about meant so much more than his pride. Even if he relented at one point, it did not represent true loss.

It wasn't about who won the battle, rather it was winning the war that mattered.

"Rumble." Tylem's body began overflowing with power.

Even in his first life where he was worse off than everyone, he had never truly resorted to fate, persisting for three long years under the constant physical and mental agony from his heart cancer when it had been heavily predicted he would die in less than one.

Despite Tylem, the person himself, believing that he had given up at the news of his heart cancer. It was far from the truth.

The reason he had read webtoons and novels every day—he subconsciously wanted to create that improbable miracle like those protagonists and live on!

"Honey...?" From behind, Emily could feel Tylem's intense resolve to not fall behind.

"Mommy still won't let you win on purpose though." Emily looked back with a pair of mysterious eyes. That was against her values; furthermore, it was an insult against her beloved son who was trying his best.

However, more than anything, she was shocked at his strength and determination.

Once again, Emily was learning more about Tylem, her son.

"Sst."

Tylem's toned muscles constricted, brimming with unbridled, raw power. Like a shadow exposed to shade, he seemed to fade away, then in the next instant appearing at an entirely different spot.

"Sou." Surprised, Emily looked at the sudden little figure before her, large eyes widening.

"Mother is a slowpoke." Tylem tapped her cheek with a slender finger, sitting cross-legged in front of Emily with a little face full of sweat.

Drop.

Tylem fell onto his back with a content smile; he had pushed himself well past his limits. For cultivators, this was natural. It would make him stronger in the long run as he continued to advance and temper his body.

"Yeah, Honey is the best." Emily sat down on the dirty paved floor with Tylem, brushing his sweat away.

Taking out a drink bottle from her waist bag, Emily handed it to Tylem. There was a beautiful silver ring attached to her left hand's index finger, which was a legendary spatial ring. However, she was unwilling to introduce her son to that dangerous, dark world.

Exceeding anything else, Emily wholeheartedly wished for Tylem to experience a normal, peaceful childhood, something she never got to experience. It was out of love and her own childhood yearning.

The display was shocking, to say the least, but Emily did not question Tylem about his unnatural strength; instead, she just doted on him with a smile. In this world, everyone had secrets of their own, especially young boys.

Just like how Tylem did not give too much thought about Emily's amazing speed, rather he was simply proud to have a strong mother like her. To be honest, he had some suspicion that she was a practitioner of some sort of ancient martial arts.

"Thank you." Gulping down mouthfuls of water, Tylem let out a satisfied puff.

"You know, Mother..." Tylem watched the grey clouds floating in harmony. "Lynne has been going through a tough time."

"In Ivla, she is very troubled." Tylem did not wish to set Emily off, so he tried to phrase his sentences delicately.

Emily froze, her beautiful face turning serious. Sitting down, she hadn't been prepared for Tylem's sudden reveal.

"Mm, continue." Emily tried to appear casual.

Of course, Tylem noticed that Emily was acting calm so that he wouldn't become alarmed and uneasy.

"Well, I don't know the exact time it began, but it's been going on for around two years..."

Tylem began recounting what he had seen so far of Lynne's bullying issue.

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"However, I know that the main people involved are Ava Yan and this weird powerful society group called Onel."

The entire time, Tylem had been paying close attention to Emily's reaction, and she had done a good job keeping her emotions hidden. However, her fury could not be concealed, even some killing intent was leaking.

Even though Emily had known of this matter beforehand, hearing it again still made her heart ache. Nevertheless, Tylem thought that this was the first time she was being told this.