"This humble monk does not possess any special physique," he said with a calm smile. "Instead, I have merely received a touch of divine blessing from the Buddha… nothing more, nothing less."
He paused briefly, then added in a calm voice, "As for Fairy Yin Ji… as I said, this poor monk is often tested by worldly desires. I beg your forgiveness, but this humble one wishes to keep his distance from such temptations."
He turned his gaze to Ye Tian and continued with a faint look of curiosity. "Benefactor Ye Tian… for some reason, I feel a strange sense of familiarity with you. Perhaps it is karma from a past life. Everything, in the end, is part of the Buddha's grand design."
Though they had asked deeply personal questions—especially regarding his physique—he didn't seem to mind. He answered each one with patience and grace, as if unbothered by worldly scrutiny.
But did any of them actually believe Su Chen? Of course not.
First of all, he didn't look like a monk at all. And second, every person present possessed some kind of special physique. Even though they hadn't revealed it publicly, each one of them knew in their hearts that physiques weren't something to casually disclose. Doing so could invite envy… or worse—murder.
After all, in the Upper Realm, those born with rare physiques were often hunted by powerful forces before they could fully grow—just to eliminate future threats.
So, when Su Chen claimed to be just a "blessed monk," none of them took it seriously. They assumed he was simply hiding his cards, like everyone else.
No one reacted too strongly on the surface. Their expressions remained calm, even friendly. But behind those smiles, each one of them was quietly evaluating the others… Every single one of them knew: the people standing next to them today could very well become their deadliest enemies tomorrow on the path of cultivation.
Especially Zhao Wushen.
He was the only one who acted differently. Without a word, his pupils changed—his ancient dual pupils activated. He stared straight at Su Chen and sneered coldly.
"Looks like you're either very bold… or just ignorant," he said.
Meanwhile, Su Chen was deep in thought.
Has my outsider aura really become this cheap? Can just anyone see through me now?
He glanced at the group around him. Sure, they were all so-called proud sons and daughters of heaven, but still—shouldn't there be a limit? Was there some hidden reason behind all this?
His eyes lingered on Zhao Wushen.
This guy… ancient dual pupils, huh? A legendary eye-type physique, praised as invincible and undefeated. No wonder he's acting all high and mighty. With eyes like that, he might actually be able to see through my outsider aura…
Su Chen's gaze then shifted toward the Nine-Tailed Fox Fairy.
And her... she's definitely using some kind of pupil technique too. Great. I'm surrounded by walking cheat codes. If her eyes are even half as special as her bloodline suggests, she might have sense about me as well.
He thought about using the system for help—maybe ask it to scan the situation or give him an option—but before he could even finish the thought, he noticed Zhao Wushen stepping forward, his aura flaring.
Su Chen's expression didn't change, but a sigh escaped his mind.
Ahh... look at him. The kid can't even handle the pressure of his own youth. Must be his hormones acting up again.
To make matters worse, the other three had subtly stepped aside—not to help Su Chen, but to clear the battlefield.
Wonderful, Su Chen thought dryly. They've basically handed me over. Just a little sample—an appetizer—for the kind of warm welcome the Upper Realm has to offer.
Because all of them had sensed it—even if only for a moment. The instant their eyes fell on Su Chen, something stirred deep within them. It wasn't just instinct—it was their own physiques reacting, as if responding to a presence far superior. A silent confirmation echoed in their hearts:
This young man possessed an incredibly powerful physique.
Su Chen let out a long, theatrical sigh and glanced lazily at Zhao Wushen, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"Looks like Benefactor Zhao Wushen's hormones are going wild… He seems just about ready to lose control any second now."
Of course, he was mocking him.
"You bastard!" Zhao Wushen growled, gritting his teeth. The spiritual qi within his body surged violently, rushing toward his eyes.
With a sudden flash, his dual pupils ignited—deep purple irises glowing with intertwining black and white light. A piercing beam erupted from his gaze, so fast it tore through the air like a divine spear—completely invisible to the naked eye.
But Su Chen had already anticipated it.
Just as the beam was about to strike, his figure vanished—within the span of half a blink. A gust of wind marked his escape, his body shifting with the Wind Form of the Five Elements Escape Technique.
Before anyone could react, he reappeared behind Zhao Wushen.
Even with ancient dual pupils capable of 360-degree vision, Zhao Wushen couldn't keep up.
Boom!
Su Chen's palm surged with a faint, vibrant green qi—distinct from the usual seven-colored glow of his power. He didn't want to expose anything—not even a single clue about his true physique in front of these people.
He struck cleanly at Zhao Wushen's neck with a precise punch.
Crack!
Zhao Wushen's body hit the stone platform with a thud, completely unconscious.
And all of it… happened in less than a second.
Su Chen chuckled, his tone light and mocking.
"Looks like Benefactor Zhao didn't appreciate my congratulations. Hehe… I was just praising you for finally becoming a man."
With that, his figure blurred and vanished once again—using the Wind Form of the Five Elements Escape Technique—before effortlessly reappearing on his own platform, as if nothing had happened.
The remaining three—Ye Tian, Yan Ji, and Han Yue—stood frozen in place, their eyes wide with disbelief.
These weren't just any disciples—they were geniuses of the Upper Realm, hailing from supreme sects and ancient bloodlines. Each of them had a deep understanding of the Three Thousand Physiques, their strengths, their recorded battles, and their historical rankings.
And among them, the Ancient Dual Pupils stood at the pinnacle.
A legendary eye-type physique, unmatched across generations—not just for its heaven-defying power and combat prowess, but for its unique ability to escape death. In countless recorded battles, even when the bearer of the Ancient Dual Pupils was on the verge of defeat, he would always vanish in the final moment—preserving the legend of the invincible, untouchable eyes.
But now… that legend had been shattered.
In a single second, before anyone could react, a nameless young cultivator—one who introduced himself as a mere monk—had not only evaded the ancient pupils' gaze… but knocked its wielder unconscious in public.
They tried to make sense of what they'd just witnessed, hoping to identify Su Chen's physique from the clues in the encounter.
But the strange green qi and his raw, overwhelming brute strength didn't match any known physique in the Three Thousand records.
Not even close.