Walking with the Wind

“Thud.”

Xia Chen landed lightly.

To be honest, in this world, evaluating strength wasn’t an easy thing to do.

Even Xia Chen himself didn’t really know how to measure his own power.

He only knew that in this life, his Nine Revolutions Reincarnation Art had finally merged completely with him.

This was something he had pursued across countless lifetimes.

Because of this strange technique, he had once fallen into madness.

He had once become a demon.

He had done many irreversible things.

But now, after being reborn in this life and finally merging with it—

There didn’t seem to be anything particularly special about it.

Only… emptiness.

Just as Xia Chen was about to push his small bicycle back to that ordinary, unremarkable courtyard—

An old man in traditional attire walked toward him.

White hair, youthful face.

Each step carried a sense of force, as if wind followed him.

If an ordinary passerby saw him, they might stop him just to ask where he bought such sturdy shoes.

Xia Chen didn’t pay much attention and simply pushed his bike forward, intending to pass by.

But just as he was about to walk past—

The old man suddenly turned his head.

A sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

In a split second, he reached out and firmly pressed his hand onto Xia Chen’s bicycle handle.

Xia Chen paused, then looked at the old man who had stopped beside him.

After a brief hesitation—

“Grandpa, I only won three hundred yuan from the lottery today… probably not enough if you’re trying to scam me. Want to find someone else?”

The white-haired, energetic old man coughed, tightening his grip on the handle.

“Young man… you’ve done something wrong and still don’t realize it?”

Xia Chen thought for a moment.

“Is it that my forehead looks a bit unlucky today?”

“I’m not a fortune teller!”

The old man straightened up, speaking righteously.

“You abused supernatural abilities. Have you registered with the local authorities?”

Xia Chen seemed to realize something.

“Local authorities… you mean that mysterious department everyone talks about?”

“Young man, that joke is older than I am. Not appropriate.”

“Oh…”

Being outmatched in jokes by an old man left Xia Chen slightly defeated.

“So, what guidance does grandpa have for me?”

“You’re an ability user, aren’t you?”

The old man asked.

Xia Chen shook his head.

“I’m not. I’m just a high school student who spends fifty yuan a day buying lottery tickets.”

The old man let out a sound, his face scrunching up as he narrowed his eyes at the boy, examining him as if he were an X-ray machine.

“I saw it clearly! You threw that stone out from the construction site just now. If you’re not an ability user, then what are you?!”

“I… I’m strong?”

“Strong my foot!”

The old man nearly jumped in anger.

Xia Chen felt a bit uneasy watching him—what if the old man had a stroke here? Would he be responsible?

“You’re obviously an ability user! Let me tell you, kid! I, Cai Yunfei, am a B-level ability user! If you don’t come to your senses and turn yourself in, you’ll face a full-scale manhunt from the Supernatural Ability Center!”

Hearing this, Xia Chen widened his eyes and opened his mouth.

“Wow.”

That was the reaction the old man wanted to see.

Cai Yunfei nodded in satisfaction, standing proudly.

“It’s not too late to admit your mistake!”

“I understand. I’ll go turn myself in tomorrow. Please step aside, grandpa—if I bump into you, that wouldn’t be good.”

After playing along, Xia Chen lowered his head again and prepared to push his bicycle away.

Cai Yunfei froze for a moment, then quickly realized—

This kid was just brushing him off.

How could someone as proud as him accept that?

Among humans, ability users were rare—one in a thousand—and stood above ordinary people.

And in terms of ranking, as a B-level, he was just below A-level.

Yet this kid dared not take him seriously?

Enraged, Cai Yunfei stepped forward.

His feet planted firmly like roots.

Then he lifted one leg—

And kicked toward Xia Chen’s bicycle.

“Bang!!”