So, the heads of other families plan to send their strongest young talents this time. The competition will be more dangerous than usual. I wanted to ask if you feel confident. If not, it's better to withdraw now before the competition starts; we can always try next time!"
"I am confident!"
Chen Wenzhong said with a determined gaze.
"Very well! Facing challenges head-on, that’s my son, Chen Zhan! Take this martial pill as a backup measure."
Chen Zhan opened a drawer, took out a small box, and pushed it towards Chen Wenzhong.
Chen Wenzhong picked up the small box and opened it: a small, yellow pill about 1 centimeter wide lay in the center, emitting a faint medicinal fragrance, proving that it was indeed a pill.
"What effect does this pill have?"
Closing the box, Chen Wenzhong looked at his father and asked.
"It can help you advance one level. I can see you're almost a martial artist, right? Sigh, comparing people can really kill one's spirits. Natural talent and physique indeed play a crucial role."
That's right, just the night before, Chen Wenzhong’s body, having undergone the cleansing and purification of the Musically Enhanced Physique, had rapidly reached the eighth level of the Martial Artist realm. It made Chen Wenzhong feel as if his ten years of training had gone to waste. 
Fearing something was wrong, he woke up the God of Music, who reluctantly explained while rubbing his eyes.
"How could there be a problem! Both the Martial Disciple and Martial Artist stages are about refining the body and meridians. With your cleansed and purified meridians, you don’t need to train step by step like them. Besides, your enhanced meridians are broader and more resilient, so of course, your cultivation speed is faster!"
After that, the God of Music disappeared in a huff, seemingly annoyed by Chen Wenzhong's question.
Hearing the explanation, Chen Wenzhong reluctantly accepted the idea that he was a genius (God of Music: Who the heck called you a genius, hmph, narcissist!).
Taking the small box, Chen Wenzhong returned to his room, sat cross-legged on his bed, and consumed the pill given by his father, then began to cultivate.
As the pill entered his body, Chen Wenzhong felt the spiritual energy surging through his body, rapidly circulating through a grand cycle—one, five, twenty times—until he effortlessly broke through to the ninth level of the Martial Artist realm, just one step away from becoming a Martial Master!
"Hoo, hoo!"
Chen Wenzhong exhaled and emerged from his cultivation, finding it hard to believe how easily he had broken through another level.
"If I have enough pills, can I directly advance to the Martial God realm?"
"Hehe, Zhongzi, your idea sounds lovely! Indeed, with enough pills, you can reach very high realms, but you can't achieve the Marti

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