Gu Yechen lay inside a massive MRI scanner, his body suspended by an invisible magnetic field, utterly naked within the apparatus—three meters thick and five meters long.

Inside the medical center of the Hell's Angels Mercenary Group, the bearded commander stood with a contingent of senior officers in a corner, quietly listening to the data being recited by a stunning woman in a white lab coat. "Muscle structure is perfect, slightly lean. Physical strength is roughly estimated to reach two and a half tons."

"Bone structure is dense, joint flexibility is extremely high, joint synovial cushion mechanism is flawless—overall flexibility is perfect."

"Tissue activity... unbelievable. His bodily activity levels are twenty times that of an average person. I suspect he could survive even if his heart were shattered."

"The Ren and Du Meridians are fully connected—a true Innate Master. Hmm, meridian traces indicate he broke through the Ren and Du Meridians using his own power, without any external aid. His future is boundless." "Meridian capacity is abnormal, more than three times that of an ordinary person. True Qi circulation speed can reach over ten times that of a standard martial artist. Burst power is terrifyingly high." "True Qi condensation level... Heavens, ninety-nine percent!"

The beautiful physician let out an exclamation. She turned back to the bearded commander, stating in shock, "True Qi condensation at ninety-nine percent? Is he some ancient immortal who has cultivated for a hundred years?" "Oh!" The senior leaders of the Hell's Angels Mercenary Group present gasped in unison. The bearded commander slapped his thigh repeatedly in excitement. "I knew it! We’ve struck gold!"

True Qi condensation is the degree of compression that occurs when a Post-Celestial martial artist breaks through to the Innate Realm, as True Qi transforms into Innate Vital Force (Gang Qi). A ninety-nine percent compression ratio proves that the Innate Vital Force within Gu Yechen was compressed from one hundred parts of ordinary True Qi into one part of Innate Vital Force. The higher the compression ratio, the higher the quality of the Vital Force, and the greater the destructive power unleashed by a unit of it! A ninety-nine percent True Qi condensation level should only appear in martial artists who have broken through to the Innate Realm for at least sixty years, yet Gu Yechen looks barely twenty years old.

"An inconceivable monster!" The beautiful physician pressed a few keys on the MRI control panel. Comprehensive diagnostic results for Gu Yechen rapidly appeared on the screen before her. "Pluto-level High-Tier Fighter. Future potential... minimum forecast is Mercury-level Fighter!"

The bearded commander applauded softly, chuckling, "Input hypnotic gas and scan his mental fluctuations." Gu Yechen lay bored in the scanner, blankly watching pale green light waves sweep across his naked body. His heartbeat was slow; only thirty percent of his True Qi was contained in his Dantian; the rest was dispersed throughout his various meridians and acupoints.

Gu Yechen didn't believe these mechanical gadgets could scan out his secrets. "Lieutenant treatment? Very good, an officer right from the start. A high starting point!"

"One year. I'll stay here for a maximum of one year, then leave this place!" "Find a few reliable, capable subordinates and leave the mercenary group with them. Hell's Angels? They won't be able to handle Gu Juechen." Gu Yechen narrowed his eyes, preoccupied with his own thoughts. He failed to notice that a colorless, odorless anesthetic gas was being injected into the scanner; he had already inhaled a considerable amount. The scenery before him began to show double images, and Gu Yechen’s heart rate slowed further.

His powerful tendons and muscles turned soft and flabby, and his eyelids desperately wanted to droop shut. He managed a slight movement of his palm—his ten fingers only twitched feebly; the claws capable of shattering metal and iron had lost all their strength. Gu Yechen was startled, and his heart gave a few violent thumps. Streams of pure energy surged from his heart, and thick, viscous sweat poured from his pores. The vast majority of the inhaled anesthetic gas was expelled from his body;

only a small fraction still exerted its effect. Gu Yechen did not fall unconscious; he merely entered a state of semi-slumber, his brain activity unprecedentedly intense, visions flickering before his eyes. —An endless field of white tulips, where a tall, white-haired old man covered in age spots on his yellowed skin walked hand-in-hand with a lovely, red-cheeked young woman.

—The old man and the young woman both smiled at Gu Yechen. The young woman tiptoed and beckoned to him. —Gu Yechen staggered past the white tulips, running excitedly towards the old man and the young woman. —"Dad! Mom!"

—The excited cry had barely left his lips when the figures of the old man and the young woman began to waver, slowly dissipating into the air. —The illusion before him shifted again. Gu Yechen seemed to have arrived in a magnificently opulent palace. The white-haired old man from moments ago lay weakly on a soft couch, looking at Gu Yechen with gentle eyes. —"My good child! Mother has gone, and Dad must go keep her company, or she’ll be afraid at night!" —"Don't cry, never cry again! Dad needs to leave you something good! This is a world where people devour each other. Since Dad cannot look after you as you grow, I must leave you something precious." —A fist-sized red crystal core flashed before his eyes. —"Heh heh, this is a Prince's Heart Core. Doesn't it look like a ruby? Touch it, it’s soft, edible." —"Dad cultivated bitterly for one hundred and fifty years; all his essence, spirit, and energy are contained within this. Good child, do not tell anyone about the Evil Origin Fetus until you have completely merged with it." —"The Nine Chapters of the Primordial True Canon—you must memorize the mind techniques and then destroy them. Dad spent over a hundred years comprehending the Daoist Canon, plus the world's nine best supercomputers, to derive the Primordial True Canon. Cultivate well! Do not reveal a single word until you reach the highest realm!" —The old man’s figure gradually faded, and in his place, a tall, cold, formidable elder suddenly appeared, enveloped in a baleful aura like a demonic spirit. All illusions shattered into dust. Gu Yechen let out a cold snort, and two plumes of grayish-white gas jetted from his nostrils, forcing the last traces of the anesthetic gas out of his body. "Gu Juechen! Just you wait!" He swung his right hand violently toward the scanner's hatch.

Explosive power erupted from his fingertips, and the three heavy-duty alloy locks on the hatch—as thick as a human arm—shattered with a piercing screech. A sharp alarm sounded throughout the medical center. Under the stunned gaze of the beautiful female physician, the naked Gu Yechen jumped out of the scanner and, as an afterthought, grabbed a harsh pinch of her bosom. "Awooo!"

The female physician felt as if her left breast was about to be crushed. Tearfully, she rapidly backed away. Ashamed and furious, she glared at Gu Yechen; if she had a weapon in hand, she would absolutely shoot that damned man dead! "Nice feel! But next time you dare drug me, don't blame me for raping you!" Gu Yechen glared fiercely at the tearful female physician, then beckoned towards the bearded commander: "Big Beard, is the Hell's Angels Mercenary Group running a kidnapping and extortion racket? What's the meaning of drugging me?"

The bearded commander threw back his head and roared with laughter. He nodded approvingly, "You couldn't even be taken down by specialized anesthetic gas? Heh, heheh, impressive! Come with me, I'll explain everything properly!"

He placed a hand on Gu Yechen's shoulder and led him out of the medical center. The stern-faced middle-aged woman beside the bearded commander asked coldly, "What were the scan results?"

The tearful female physician stood up pitifully, rapidly pressing several keys on the scanner with both hands. Another large block of text appeared on the screen. "Mental activity level is extremely high; maximum mental fluctuation rate exceeds normal by 10.7 times! If he isn't a madman, there's over a ninety percent chance he can develop superhuman abilities!"

A flicker of astonishment crossed the middle-aged woman's rigid face. She exchanged glances with the several senior officers beside her, and the group silently filed out of the medical center. The female physician fiercely rubbed her left breast, then slammed a punch onto the control panel.

"Freak! Just you wait!"

Oh, right, comrades, hurry up and generate those votes and things. This chapter is slightly short on words, but this is how the draft was written. The next chapter will have significantly more words.