Lin Chen pushed open the door and entered the room, where the monk watched him with a beaming smile, and suddenly laughed jovially, "Not bad, not bad, you have already reached the late stage of Qi Refinement."

Regarding this monk, Lin Chen had some memories. When he was very young, the monk often visited his home, but then he disappeared and, unexpectedly, today the monk had returned home with his father.

"Lin Chen, this is Master Mu Yun, a high monk of Taiyun Temple and an old friend of mine," Lin Hai introduced.

"Greetings, Master Mu Yun," Lin Chen said, bowing deeply to the monk.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect little Chen to have grown up so much. Do you still remember this humble monk?" Master Mu Yun asked with a laugh.

"I remember, you used to visit my house when I was a child and even taught me martial arts," Lin Chen nodded and said.

Master Mu Yun's gaze landed on Lin Chen, and suddenly a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "Strike me with all your might."

"This..." Lin Chen felt somewhat embarrassed upon hearing Master Mu Yun's words.

After all, Master Mu Yun was a guest, and having aged considerably, if he accidentally hurt him, it would be troublesome.

"Lin Chen, it's okay, attack Master Mu Yun with your full force," Lin Hai also ordered with a smile.

"Yes!" Lin Chen nodded his head.

Gathering True Qi in the palm of his hand, Lin Chen transformed into a blur and rushed toward Master Mu Yun.

"Well done!" Master Mu Yun laughed heartily as he leaped up from his chair and swung his fist to meet him.

"Bang!" Accompanied by a dull sound, Lin Chen's body flew backwards and took four to five steps back before he could stop himself.

"So strong!" Lin Chen thought in amazement.

His punch had felt as if it had hit cotton, and he even felt a rebounding force from Master Mu Yun's fist.

Master Mu Yun looked at Lin Chen with a slight smile, "Young man, were you afraid of hurting me? You only used seventy percent of your strength just now."

Lin Chen's face reddened slightly; he indeed had been afraid of injuring Master Mu Yun, so he hadn't used his full strength, but he never expected Master Mu Yun to be so powerful.

"Alright, I will use my full strength," Lin Chen shouted, and his body lunged forward once again.

This time Lin Chen did not hold back and swung his fist at Master Mu Yun again.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by a dull sound, this time Lin Chen was again pushed back four to five steps, but Master Mu Yun's body also trembled slightly.

"How is it possible?" Master Mu Yun's expression suddenly changed.

The technique Lin Chen had just used was Shaolin's Arhat Fist, a Shaolin secret technique that is difficult for outsiders to learn.

"How do you know Arhat Fist?" Master Mu Yun asked in surprise.

Lin Chen smiled slightly, "Of course, it's because you just taught me."

"What did you say? Did you learn it just by watching me perform the Arhat Fist?" Master Mu Yun stared at Lin Chen in shock.

He had seen talented individuals before, but he had never encountered someone like Lin Chen, who could perform it perfectly after only watching it once.

What kind of talent does it take to learn the Arhat Fist so quickly?

"Yes!" Lin Chen nodded with a smile.

Master Mu Yun excitedly looked at Lin Chen and beckoned with his hand. "Alright, let's see if you can learn the following moves. Continue."

"Alright, Master Mu Yun, here I come." As soon as Lin Chen finished speaking, he launched the Arhat Fist towards Master Mu Yun.

"Not bad, you've grasped the essence of the Arhat Fist so quickly." Master Mu Yun nodded in approval as he fought with Lin Chen.

Sounds of palms and fists clashing echoed through the room, and in a blink of an eye, the two had exchanged over a dozen moves.

Given Master Mu Yun's strength, defeating Lin Chen would not be difficult, but he wanted to see how many moves Lin Chen could learn from him.

The two seemed more like a master and disciple, attacking each other with the same moves. Every time Master Mu Yun changed his move, Lin Chen would also change his move, and his replication was quite accurate.

"Alright, that's enough." Master Mu Yun finally stopped advancing the moves.

Just now, Master Mu Yun had also used the Vajra Palm and the Dragon Subduing Fist. If it were an ordinary disciple, it would take decades of hard training to learn them, yet Lin Chen had mastered them after just one watch.

This terrifying aptitude made even Master Mu Yun secretly marvel, "Brother Lin, your Lin Chen is truly a martial arts prodigy!"

Actually, Lin Chen's aptitude came from copying, but naturally, he wouldn't reveal this secret.

Lin Hai stared at Lin Chen, his eyes showing both excitement and a hint of worry. "Xiao Chen, it seems it's time to tell you the truth."

"The real truth?" Lin Chen looked at his father with confusion.

"Lin Chen, our Lin family's ancestors were once one of the eight Guardians, possessing an unusual bloodline. A thousand years ago, to fend off a dark force from a foreign land, the eight Guardians sacrificed their lives by burning their life force to seal that dark power. Although they sacrificed themselves, their bloodline still flows in the veins of their descendants."

Lin Hai was speaking as if narrating a distant legend, but from his slightly awe-struck expression, Lin Chen believed this tale was real.

"The Eight Guardians? Each possessed powerful Divine Skills. After a thousand years, their bloodlines have slept, and only when the foreign dark force reemerges will they awaken again to safeguard human safety," Lin Hai continued.

"Dad, but I haven't felt anything special about my bloodline!" Before Lin Chen received the human popularity system, his body was very weak, which was why He Xin could chase him all over the streets.

"That's because your bloodline had not yet awakened, but now the bloodline within you should have awakened." Lin Hai obviously attributed Lin Chen's recent rapid growth to the awakening of his bloodline.

A thought suddenly crossed Lin Chen's mind about Zhao Xiaowen, the mysterious devouring power within her, wondering if it could be the bloodline of the Guardians.

"Dad, what Divine Skills do the eight Guardians possess?" Lin Chen asked.

Lin Hai shook his head, "To prevent detection by the foreign dark forces, the Divine Skills possessed by the Guardians have not been passed down, remaining a mystery. However, they all bear a mark."

"A mark?" Lin Chen was taken aback.

Lin Hai nodded, "Once the bloodline is activated, a unique mark of the Guardians will appear on their bodies. Haven't you noticed anything special on your body lately?"

Lin Chen shook his head, "I haven't noticed anything different. And there hasn't been any mark on my body either?"

"Impossible! Take off all your clothes!" Both Lin Hai and Master Mu Yun's gazes fell on Lin Chen.

"There really isn't any mark on my body." Feeling uneasy under their intense gaze, Lin Chen said awkwardly.

"How is that possible?" Lin Hai and Master Mu Yun circled around the stripped Lin Chen, both of their eyes filled with confusion.

Suddenly a glint flashed in Master Mu Yun's eyes, and he said to Lin Hai, "Brother Lin, could Lin Chen be the person from the legends?"

Upon hearing Master Mu Yun's words, Lin Hai was also somewhat shocked.

At that moment, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Zhao Xiaowen burst in from outside. Seeing the bare Lin Chen, she first paused, then screamed in shock.