Chapter 6: No Place For Weak!

"WHAT?!"

Reon's voice cracked, his gaze snapping back to the Status Window as disbelief surged through him. 

Stage-1 Qi Refining Realm—and even that's unstable?

He stared at the screen again, willing it to change, but it didn't.

The truth hit him like a bolt of lightning.

This wasn't his own status—this was Xue Taiyang's, the spineless weakling whose body he had unwittingly taken over.

Reon's stomach twisted as he fully absorbed the horror of his situation.

At first, he'd thought the frailty he felt was simply due to his injuries, believing that with time, his wounds would heal and his strength would return.

But this—this was something else.

The truth hit him like a hammer: Xue Taiyang wasn't just weak—he was an embarrassment.

Weaker than a spirit chicken.

A spirit chicken?!

The thought burned through his mind, his anger igniting.

Those pathetic creatures were considered the lowest of the low, their only purpose being nourishment for low-level cultivators.

How did this pathetic excuse for a cultivator become an inner disciple?

Reon seethed.

He's not even fit to become a Servant Disciple of Supreme Dao Sect!

The rage bubbling inside him only deepened when he considered the difference between his current self and the Protagonist of this world.

Even as a mortal, the protagonist's stats had been off the charts—all above twenty, a testament to his boundless potential.

In stark contrast, Reon's stats were utterly humiliating. 

Worse still, Intelligence—2.

"Two?!"

Reon couldn't help but growl inwardly, his frustration pushing against the walls of his mind.

Are you kidding me?!

Back on Earth, he'd been the top student in every subject.

Now, here he was, cursed with the brainpower of a dull rock.

It was almost poetic in its cruelty.

To make matters worse, the mysterious "Unknown-Sealed Cultivation, Skills and Techniques" mocked him silently from the Status Screen.

And don't even get him started on the Bootlicker trait. When had he ever stooped so low?

He'd always chosen solitude over groveling in anyone's shadow.

But Xue Taiyang? A loyal lapdog to a third-rate villain—a pathetic puppet at the mercy of a spoiled young master from a powerful family.

But wait...

Contracted beasts? He actually had two of them? One was from a Mythical Lineage—What the actual hell?!

Mythical Lineage Beast eggs were incredibly rare—so rare that they could be counted among the most coveted treasures in the world, with perhaps no more than three existing across the Entire World.

Where in the world did this idiot gotten his hands on something so priceless?

Unfortunately, the damn thing was still unhatched, its full potential completely wasted.

The second beast wasn't bad either: a High-Ranked Demonic Beast with power comparable to a Peak-Stage Qi Solidification Realm cultivator.

Yet, as always, Xue Taiyang had done nothing with it.

This moron owned a Rare-Grade Beast Controlling technique. But of course, in true Xue Taiyang fashion, he never bothered to train it properly.

What a waste!

It was stuck at the Early Stage and completely unstable. 

If he dared summon the beast now, there was a high chance it would turn on him, beating him to death instead of his opponents!

But now, none of that mattered. Reon's focus snapped back to the present, to the three Outer Sect disciples standing before him.

Survival was the only goal now. The rest could wait.

"What's the matter, Xue Taiyang? Cat got your tongue?" Lu Nian's voice cut through the air, a taunting sneer twisting his features.

"He must be too scared to speak," Wei Xiyan chimed in, his voice dripping with mockery.

Scared?

Reon clenched his fists, a bitter laugh bubbling up from his chest.

You're damn right, I'm scared! Extremely Scared!

If you think I'm excited to stand here, practically naked in front of you, trembling in fear... well, you're half-right.

I can't even fend off an ant of this world right now, let alone the two of you!

But he couldn't show weakness. He had to survive, pretend—deceive.

With a deep breath, he squared his shoulders, forcing himself to stand tall.

His voice, cold and unwavering, slid from his lips with practiced ease.

"A Sleeping Dragon doesn't waste its breath on ants," he said smoothly, his eyes locking onto Lu Nian and Wei Xiyan.

"Let the Dragon lie until the threat is worthy."

For a moment, both of them froze, momentarily taken aback by his calm, defiant tone

But that shock quickly twisted into a deeper anger.

"Still acting like you're above us, huh?" Lu Nian snarled, stepping forward, his fist raised. "You're nothing without that fox of yours!"

"Fox...?"

"Damn it, Lu Nian! Attack him now!" Wei Xiyan barked. "If he summons that fox, we're finished!"

Reon's heart skipped a beat as he thought to himself.

Does he mean the Mist Cloud Fox?

Damn it, these fucking bastards.

If I could summon that fox in my current state, do you honestly think I'd be here, pretending to be tough?

Lu Nian lunged forward, his fist crackling with Spiritual Qi.

[Ding! The system has detected the Host's life is in danger. Forcefully activating Bull Stopping Shield.]

A faint, translucent barrier shimmered into existence in front of Reon, invisible to everyone but him.

Bang!

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In the backyard of the abode, a young man was diligently practicing his cultivation techniques.

Upon hearing a loud noise, he quickly sprinted toward the front yard.

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Lu Nian's fist collided with the barrier, and the world seemed to hold its breath.

The impact was deafening, but not in the way Reon had feared.

There was no shattering bone. No sickening crack.

Instead, it felt as though Lu Nian's fist had struck a mountain—unmovable, unyielding.

A sickening crunch rang out. Lu Nian's scream pierced the air as his hand shattered upon the shield's surface.

"Aggghh!" Lu Nian cried out, clutching his mangled hand.

Wei Xiyan and the other boy froze, their eyes widening as they stared at Reon.

He hadn't even flinched. It was as if Lu Nian's attack had been stopped mid-air by an invisible force.

[Ding! The Bull Stopping Shield has been used. Two usage remaining.]

Reon felt a wave of relief wash over him. He knew that without the shield, that punch would have shattered the bones he had only just managed to heal.

But he maintained his stoic facade, his voice calm and cutting.

"Even in my weakest state, you are no match for me," he said, his gaze steady as he stared down the trembling duo.

"You bastard!" Wei Xiyan growled, his face twisting with rage. "Don't think you can hide behind tricks forever!"

Wei Xiyan and his companion charged forward, but before they could reach Reon, heavy footsteps echoed through the yard.

"What are you doing to my big brother, you bastards?!"

The voice rang out like a thunderclap, and all three boys turned to see a young man sprinting toward them, his face alight with fury.