Kang Jin-Ho's eyes slowly opened.

'Hmm...'

It seemed he slept for around two hours. Kang Jin-Ho glanced outside the windows and saw the darkness of the dawn still blanketing the world. Even a blind could tell this hour was way too early for morning activities, but Kang Jin-Ho still unhesitantly got up from his bed, anyway.

He got to the floor and sat down in a lotus position. After closing his eyes, Kang Jin-Ho circulated qi within his meridians to briefly cultivate. Feeling satisfied with his condition, Kang Jin-Ho opened his eyes and silently studied his body.

'Not bad.'

He was getting stronger. In fact, the rate of improvement mystified him a little. Even if he was retreading the familiar path, his cultivation should've been either hindered or stopped outright by various factors outside his control.

The first variable was Kang Jin-Ho's current body, which was not the same as the one back in Zhongyuan. It was safe to say this body was completely different from the one Kang Jin-Ho possessed back in the past while reaching the apex of martial arts.

Conditions-wise, Kang Jin-Ho had it better in the modern era compared to his time in Zhongyuan. Back then, he was born with a disability, and his physique was pathetic, to say the least. However, having a better body now didn't necessarily mean everything would be great for him.

Having a different body meant everything else would also be different. The sense of distance needed to be changed. The qi path—his meridians—were also minutely different. Humans were all equal, but everyone was born different in some way.

Initially, the...