A seemingly ordinary sentence made Feng Lin pause in his tracks.
A method to break through to the elite cultivator level?
Feng Lin had been stuck at the peak of the interstellar cultivator realm for a long time. Though his life force had surpassed the limit of 100, his genes had hit a bottleneck, unable to cross over into a new realm. He had originally thought it was just a matter of not encountering the right opportunity for a breakthrough. But now, hearing what this frail woman said, it seemed there was something more profound at play.
Feng Lin turned his gaze to the wild girl and noticed she was already an elite cultivator. This undoubtedly added credibility to her words. After all, she had succeeded before—it didn’t seem like a lie.
He had to admit, this frail woman was clever. She had directly seized Feng Lin’s weak point.
She saw that Feng Lin was tempted but not fully convinced. Through mental waves, her voice came again, dripping with persuasion. "Breaking through to elite cultivator is the most critical step on the path of mythology. Interstellar cultivators only master extraordinary power through gene evolution, which isn’t too difficult. But once you become an elite cultivator, gene energy transforms your entire body, turning you into a true superhuman being through energy conversion. This involves a life transformation, not just simple gene evolution! It contains deeper mysteries!"
Feng Lin didn’t rush to ask about this, refusing to fall into the rhythm of her words. Instead, he stepped back and countered in a deep voice, "I’m certain I’ve never met you before. How do you know my cultivation hasn’t broken through?"
"It’s related to my ability!" the frail woman said calmly, glossing over her own power cautiously without revealing her secrets. She added lightly, "I can see that you’ve exceeded the life force limit of 100 for interstellar cultivators, but your realm hasn’t advanced. I don’t know how you broke through the life force limit, but without a doubt, you’ve hit a bottleneck in your realm!"
She lay on her sister’s back, running frantically to evade the death row inmates while communicating with Feng Lin.
Feng Lin’s expression remained calm as he asked, "Then how do you know my name?"
The frail woman smiled faintly. "I know more than just your name! I know you’re from Earth Middle School in Huaxia City, Earth, born into the prestigious Feng family, but you didn’t awaken the family’s inherited genes. Instead, you forged your own genetic path..."
She laid out Feng Lin’s background in detail. Anyone listening might think she and Feng Lin were incredibly close—how else could she know so much?
"You investigated me?" Feng Lin’s face darkened instantly, a dangerous aura reemerging around him.
He was certain he’d never met this woman. Why did she know so much about him? What was her motive?
The frail woman, sharp-minded, saw his expression and immediately understood his misunderstanding.
"Don’t misunderstand. In fact, I know more than just your information. All the data on candidates taking the Cosmic University exam is in my mind. My genetic path doesn’t grant strong combat power—this is my ability. Before the exam, I used star network technology to thoroughly investigate every candidate’s information!" She tapped her head, speaking lightly as if it were trivial.
A star hacker?
Candidate data was confidential. Breaking through all information firewalls in a short time to grasp every candidate’s details—only the top star hackers could do that.
You really can’t judge a book by its cover!
This seemingly delicate woman possessed such formidable hacking skills and the mental capacity to memorize it all.
Feng Lin couldn’t help but believe her a bit.
Once a psychic gene awakened, it could greatly develop a person’s mental capacity, granting exceptional memory and wisdom.
Feng Lin’s psychic gene leaned more toward mental control, but based on his observations, this frail woman seemed to follow a different path, one inclined toward mental hypnosis.
Mental communication happened in an instant.
The death row inmates surrounded them from all directions.
The leader clasped his hands together, and his gene ability triggered an earthquake, causing the crust to ripple like massive waves and flip over entirely. Where the quake struck, rocks crumbled and the ground split, aiming to swallow the two sisters whole.
The wild girl’s long, muscular legs were full of explosive power. She leaped high, dodging nimbly through the rain of rubble.
But the surrounding crust had completely overturned, forming a cage threatening to bury them.
On the brink of death, they were about to be engulfed.
Even the usually composed frail woman couldn’t stay calm now.
They were trapped on all sides, and only Feng Lin’s flight ability could help them escape.
"Gene evolution isn’t that simple! Breaking through to elite cultivator holds unique mysteries. You’re stuck at the interstellar cultivator realm, and only we can help you..." she said urgently.
Hearing this, Feng Lin hesitated no longer. Raising his hands, he said, "Rise!"
An immense psychic force surged forth, condensing water vapor into a solid-looking white cloud floating before the sisters.
"Don’t resist! Jump on!" he commanded in a deep voice.
"Sister, go!" the frail woman whispered. The wild girl gritted her teeth and leaped.
The cloud, like a flying carpet, carried them rapidly upward.
"Let’s go!" Feng Lin moved his mind and flew outward.
"Where do you think you’re going?" The death row leader roared in fury as his prey slipped away. "Attack with everything! Bring them down!"
Seismic wave!
He slammed his hands heavily onto the ground.
A violent tremor spread out, shaking the earth and sending rocks flying into the air, crashing toward them.
Firebirds, arrows, wind blades—the other thugs unleashed their own attacks.
Churning the seas!
Feng Lin rubbed his hands together, and the iron rod rapidly expanded and lengthened into a ten-meter pillar. Gripping it, he spun it faster and faster.
Whoosh!
The air, stirred by the rod, thickened like seawater, forming a massive vortex.
Rocks, flames, ice blades—all attacks were drawn into it, shattered by the rod’s sweep, none reaching the sisters.
Feng Lin wielded the rod like a divine being stirring the sea, creating tornadoes that spread out, making it hard for anyone to stand.
The wild girl’s eyes lit up. "What weapon is that? So powerful! When can I get one like it?"
The frail woman, however, stared at the rod’s form and the eight characters inscribed on it—"Weapon has no fixed form, only mental energy"—and fell into thought, her eyes flickering.
It wasn’t just them; Feng Lin himself felt how much the Infinite Divine Iron helped him.
Having awakened the Stone Monkey gene, he possessed immense strength and incredible speed but excelled only in close combat.
The human body had its limits, with power confined within, unable to fully unleash its potential, offering too few variations.
But this Infinite Divine Iron could change at will, like an extension of his arm, perfectly channeling his strength, doubling his power and expanding his techniques.
He spun the rod with all his might, creating a massive air vortex that dispersed all attacks. Meanwhile, his psychic force lifted the sisters rapidly upward, reaching 10,000 meters—far beyond the death row inmates’ attack range.
The prey had escaped!
The men on the ground roared in frustration.
"Why aren’t we leaving?" the wild girl asked urgently as the cloud hovered motionless.
Feng Lin turned around with a faint smile. "Ladies, seems you’ve forgotten something? I saved you. Shouldn’t you tell me the key to breaking through?"
"What? You want the secret to realm breakthrough just like that? Nothing’s that simple!" The wild girl’s eyes flared, ready to fight.
Feng Lin gave a cold smile. "Before you act, think carefully. We’re over 10,000 meters up. If I let go of my psychic force, you’ll..."
He didn’t finish, but the implication was clear.
"You dare threaten me?" The wild girl was furious.
The frail woman stopped her, eyes fixed on Feng Lin, her voice cool. "What do you want?"
Her heart sank.
They’d just escaped the death row inmates, only to fall into Feng Lin’s hands. Flight was too rare; at this altitude, it was his domain, rendering their abilities useless.
Their fate was in his grasp—clearly, he’d planned this all along.
Dropped from 10,000 meters, they’d be dead or gravely injured.
She had to stabilize him first.
Feng Lin shook his head. "I don’t want anything. I kept my promise and saved your lives. Now it’s your turn to keep yours."
"How dare you doubt us! By the names of Ares, God of War, and Athena, Goddess of Wisdom, we always keep our word!" the wild girl snapped.
Feng Lin’s eyes flashed. Weren’t these the names of the Greek Twelve Olympians?
By the names of Ares and Athena?
Did they follow Greek mythology, or was this their mythological path?
It was highly possible!
Recalling their earlier actions, Feng Lin found it plausible.
This wild girl fought fiercely, no weaker than a man—was she on Ares’ path?
But Ares was a male god!
Feng Lin’s expression turned odd. Though he knew mythological genes passed down supernatural traits regardless of gender, it still felt strange.
And this frail woman—was she on Athena’s path?
She was exceptionally wise, fitting the traits.
But Athena wasn’t just the goddess of wisdom; she was also a war goddess, a rare powerful deity in Greek myth. If this woman followed that path, why was she so weak in combat?
Was it due to a low-level mythological gene, or something else?
Feng Lin pondered.
Seeing her sister’s loose lips reveal their secrets, the frail woman’s face changed, her usual composure gone. "Sister..."
The mythological path they followed was a star cultivator’s greatest secret. If exposed, they’d have no secrets left, their abilities fully known, leaving them vulnerable to targeted attacks.
The wild girl covered her mouth, realizing her slip.
The frail woman sighed helplessly, exasperated with her carefree sister.
Fortunately, with just those few words, this man probably wouldn’t catch on.
Greek mythology was obscure and niche in this star era; most only knew the names of the Twelve Olympians, not their stories.
But they didn’t realize those two names had sparked a flood of associations in Feng Lin, guessing most of their secrets—a fact they might later regret.
Feng Lin showed no outward reaction, but inwardly, he grew intensely interested in these two.
"Since we’re trading, you know so much about me, shouldn’t you tell me your names? Otherwise, it’s hardly fair," he said, noting the wild girl seemed dim-witted, while the real strategist was the frail one.
The frail woman hesitated, unsure of his intent.
But Feng Lin clearly didn’t trust them. Not even knowing their names would only deepen his suspicion.
"We’re Yana and Ares, from Uranus," she said slowly.
"Greek twin sisters?" Feng Lin thought, noting how their names closely matched Ares and Athena—no coincidence, confirming his guess.
The clever Yana frowned. The death row inmates were still lurking below, and dragging this out wasn’t wise.
"Feng Lin, I know you don’t trust us, and we don’t trust you either. How about this? I’ll tell you half the breakthrough method now. Once you take us to safety, I’ll give you the other half. Deal?" she proposed openly.
Not bad, Feng Lin thought.
Saving these Greek twins was a casual act. Getting half the method was already a gain. If it inspired him, he could find the rest himself.
And if the twins were smart, they wouldn’t renege and make an enemy of him.
"Fine. Agreed." Feng Lin finally nodded.
With the deal struck, Yana wasted no time.
"Your bottleneck is tied to the mythological gene itself! Cultivating a mythological gene has three steps: awakening, strengthening, and evolution. Evolution is the trickiest—many get stuck here."
Feng Lin listened intently, his face serious.
If Yana spoke true, this was something he’d overlooked.
"For a mythological gene to evolve, you must first understand its essence and fully merge it with yourself. It broadly involves two steps: mythological deduction and mythological induction."