Transcendent Dawn

As Su Lu was biting into a bun and contemplating whether to join the crowd and take in some festivities, he suddenly came across a local news item on his phone.

“!”

Compared to print newspapers, the gossip factor in online news is stronger, and they dare to break news for the sake of grabbing attention.

“It has been reported… At the time Cheng Feng was carried into the ambulance, his demeanor was very indecent, seeming….”

Accompanying the news was a mosaic photo, leaving much room for imagination.

Even Su Lu was taken aback: “What has he been up to?”

Because the photo was so blurred, he couldn’t see the mysterious rune on Cheng Feng’s body, otherwise everything would’ve been clear.

…

Seven days later.

The refurbished ‘Midnight Diner’ reopened.

The newly refurbished Bai Jing restaurant added partitions and murals, giving it a more distinguished look. It now resembled a leisure bar with various kinds of alcohol displayed on the counter.

As for the opening hours, they were changed to nine to eleven at night.

“I’m not staying up late anymore, I’ve already died once from staying up late, I won’t let that happen a second time,” Su Lu said to himself.

After all, it was unlikely that a person who really wanted to eat would choose this time.

The result of this change was a further drop in customers, but there were new diners too, such as those who wanted to have late-night snacks.

He went about managing his regular business, listening to drunken patrons chatting about a random assortment of news, and occasionally feeding the crow.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to put forth any effort, but the resurgence of the Spirit Tide was at such a low level, that it was impossible to do anything.

Even Li Weiwei, as far as he knew, hadn’t quit her job and was still toiling away as an office worker every day.

However, it seemed as if she’d added a lot of exercise to her routine lately, and her maneuvers should be a lot more nimble.

“Boss, give me a bottle of beer and random some dishes to go with it,” someone said.

That evening.

A young man wearing sunglasses walked into the shop and ordered.

“Oh?”

Su Lu caught a glance and his smile widened: “Sure!”

He recognized him, this man was previously a regular customer, the one who’d been reported to have been hospitalized due to food poisoning, Cheng Feng!

‘This guy… has he been successfully inaugurated? It seems that there’s more to the story than him being admitted to the hospital.’

Su Lu secretly thought, serving two chilled beers and a few refreshments: “You haven’t been here for a while, this round’s on me.”

“Thanks!”

Cheng Feng poured himself a drink, gulped it down, and a forlorn expression appeared on his face: “I… sigh… I can’t face anyone now.”

“What happened?”

Su Lu sat down and casually poured himself a cup too.

“They… sigh…” It seemed Cheng Feng had a belly full of resentments, and at this moment, he let it all out: “I was just doing …. um, special things… inside the villa, then a doctor happened to come in… That would have been okay, but he got so scared, he called an ambulance right away. I was fine! I just blacked out… What’s worse, nobody put clothes on me! Which led to it getting captured by the paparazzi…”

He took off his sunglasses: “If it wasn’t for a blessing in disguise, I would’ve felt like dying. But the renovation here… it’s pretty good, it has quite a bit more style now.”

“Thy appreciation is highly esteemed…”

Su Lu waved dismissively: “It’s just a shame that I didn’t get to see Master Wang Chaoqun’s challenge at your guild… what a pity…”

“Not a pity, not a pity! Master Wang… he’s got real skills.”

Cheng Feng as if thinking about something, his face became mysterious: “Boss… do you believe that Inner Strength exists?”

He was not usually like this uncareful person, but for some reason, after chatting for a while, he felt that Su Lu was a friend he could confide in.

Moreover, discussing things like Inner Strength, even foreigners are obsessed with it. What’s wrong with chatting about it?

“Inner Strength? Ancient martial arts?”

Su Lu took a sip of his hop beer: “I don’t know… maybe.”

“Let me tell you…”

Cheng Feng’s face bore the look of ‘I have a big scoop’: “Master Wang Chaoqun is a master who has cultivated Inner Strength!”

“Oh, so that’s how it is.”

Su Lu put on an amazed expression but left it at that.

“You don’t believe it, I tell you, I…”

After being hypnotized, Cheng Feng wasn’t a fool. After looking around, he immediately shut up.

“Come on… let’s drink.”

Su Lu chuckled and accompanied him for a drink before returning to the counter.

Even if someone overheard what Cheng Feng was saying, it wouldn’t matter. However, one of the customers today happened to be Li Weiwei.

This [Wind Whisperer] had been staring at Cheng Feng, lost in thought.

‘Looking at the way things are, there’s a chance my place might become a gathering spot for the Mysterious Ones, it has the potential to develop into a force…’

Su Lu saw Cheng Feng drowning his sorrows in alcohol until closing time, and Li Weiwei followed behind him as he left. He couldn’t help but smile.

“Ada, follow them. But be careful not to be spotted by scouts!”

In the darkness, the sound of flapping wings momentarily echoed before disappearing.

…

Cheng Feng had a good tolerance for alcohol. Even though he later ordered more drinks, he was still very sober when he arrived at a parking lot.

‘It’s nice to occasionally relax.’

‘I’m a Transcendent now, having gained Inner Strength, becoming an [Ancient Martial Artist]. Sigh… Concealing this from ordinary people doesn’t bring me much pleasure…’

He thought sadly.

“Mr. Cheng Feng, please wait.”

Just then, someone emerged from the darkness.

He was dressed in a black suit, his facial features were handsome, with some mixed-race characteristics.

“Who are you?”

Cheng Feng squinted. He didn’t recognize this person.

“I come from the ‘Eye of the Ancient God’, a friendly, cross-border organization that serves Transcendents. We would like to invite Mr. Cheng Feng to join us.”

The mixed-race man said in fluent Mandarin.

“You… are aware of my Transcendent identity?” Cheng Feng’s pupils contracted.

“Hehe… Mr. Cheng Feng, you’ve been a bit high-profile recently, we just needed to do a bit of investigation, and we found out everything.”

The mixed-race man gave a slight smile, exhibiting an arrogant demeanor as if everything was under his control: “You can call me Mr. Robinson. Actually, the one we truly want to invite is Mr. Wang Chaoqun. Once you’ve joined, I will go find him.”

“And if I say… I refuse?”

Cheng Feng’s expression turned cold: “What do you think you are? I’ll join just because you ask me to, do you think I don’t care about my face?”

“You’re refusing an invitation from a distinguished ‘New Human’.”

Mr. Robinson’s expression also turned chilly: “Maybe you don’t know yet, but we… are different!”

The gold pen he’d been fiddling with suddenly levitated, floated in mid-air, the cap twisted open, revealing the nib, much like an arrow.

“A Telekineticist?”

Cheng Feng’s expression changed.

After the dream last time, he searched frantically for clues and naturally also visited some secret forums, discovering the ‘truth of the world’.

Moreover, he knew that at the current stage, the battle power of a [Telekineticist] is considered top-tier, no wonder he’s so arrogant!