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Lin Qiubai glanced at his Fortune Value, which was a dismal 20, making him feel quite unfortunate in front of Cao Zhendong's series of question marks.
"Heh heh, Cao Zhendong, your Fortune Value is really something else..."
Lin Qiubai chuckled and casually changed the information to that of Cao Zhendong's father, Cao Feng.
In an instant, the image of Cao Feng appeared in his mind.
Below the image of Cao Feng, it displayed a Fortune Value of 100, with a small note: reduced by 64.
This indicated that the Heavenly Path Payment System had paid 64 points of Fortune Value for Cao Feng's Peiyuan Saliva.
[ Ding! Acquisition successful! The item is stored in the Heavenly Path storage compartment; if needed, it can be retrieved with consciousness. ]
The principle of "having a precious item brings trouble" goes without saying, and Lin Qiubai had no intention of taking out such a valuable item like Peiyuan Saliva in the Training Ground. He staggered back to his residence.
...
Sitting cross-legged on his bed, Lin Qiubai began to carefully study the Heavenly Path Payment System.
First, the current payment system was still quite primitive, with a scanning range of one kilometer, which was about the size of the Training Ground. Additionally, the scanning interval was every six hours.
Secondly, Lin Qiubai could not infinitely siphon off others' fortune; there were conditions: the target from whom the host could steal must have a Fortune Value no higher than 100 points above the host's own.
For example, before acquiring Peiyuan Saliva, Lin Qiubai's Fortune Value was 20 points, meaning he could steal from targets with a maximum Fortune Value of 120 points.
Moreover, half of the siphoned fortune would be grafted onto the host. Now, Lin Qiubai's Fortune Value had already risen to 54.
Fortune Value is elusive, but undoubtedly, the more the better.
"Let's first deal with the accumulated hidden injuries."
Overthinking is futile.
The fatigue in Lin Qiubai's body made him shiver; he hadn't replenished his nutrients for three weeks!
As Cao Zhendong said, his body was riddled with hidden injuries. If he didn't absorb Vital Energy soon, he might just collapse at night.
He focused and took out a gram of Peiyuan Saliva, applying it to his fingertip.
Lin Qiubai was quite curious; this substance was sticky, soft, and semi-transparent, resembling immature Tai Sui.
Perhaps Peiyuan Saliva was also a type of microorganism that could enrich Vital Energy?
Of course, Lin Qiubai wasn't a scientist and didn't need to study it thoroughly.
Overcoming a slight feeling of nausea, he opened his mouth and sucked the Peiyuan Saliva inside, swallowing it down.
It was icy!
It felt like eating a chunk of ice, the chill spreading from his throat, down his esophagus, and into his stomach, radiating through his limbs.
It seemed as if a mysterious force was coursing through his body, relaxing tense muscles while revitalizing every cell completely…
At that moment, Lin Qiubai didn't even have time to undress; he collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
With each breath, a thin layer of black substance exuded from his body, while Lin Qiubai's cells began to pulsate with vibrant life as if they were revived from desolation!
The next day, Lin Qiubai woke up soaking in the pond behind the house, scrubbing away the layers of black dirt on his body.
The sickly appearance he had yesterday was completely gone. Although he still looked thin, there was a vibrant energy brewing within him.
Excited, Lin Qiubai practiced a set of punches with his bare upper body, utilizing every cell's potential without feeling the slightest bit of fatigue.
Even a faint glow of elemental energy flickered around his fists.
It was clear that this was a sign of elemental energy taking root and sprouting. Only at the fifth level of Body Refinement could one exhibit such extraordinary punch phenomena!
This meant that just one gram of Peiyuan Saliva had allowed Lin Qiubai to jump from the Body Refinement Third Layer to the fifth level. If he had followed a regular regimen of nutrient solutions, it would have taken him three months of hard training to achieve this.
However, Lin Qiubai still had fifteen grams left!
That was enough for him to cultivate at a speed comparable to the top geniuses of the White Room Sect, reaching Body Refinement Level Nine.
After putting on his clothes and skipping breakfast, Lin Qiubai headed straight to the Training Ground. At this moment, he was filled with confidence and determination, quickly arriving at the Training Ground.
"Damn it! You wretched girl! How dare you treat me like this when my family was at its peak?"
From a distance came the roar of Cao Zhendong. Yesterday's arrogant Cao Zhendong seemed like a different person now, his eyes bloodshot and veins bulging on his neck.
The target of his anger was none other than his "childhood sweetheart," Zhao Xin.
Although they were childhood friends, Zhao Xin had never shown any interest in Cao Zhendong, often avoiding him whenever possible.
It was just that previously, Cao Zhendong had been oblivious to it.
Today she would come to see Cao Zhendong, also at her parents' request, but unexpectedly, she was insulted by the irrational Cao Zhendong.
Zhao Xin felt wronged to the point of almost crying.
"Interesting..."
Lin Qiubai hid nearby, watching the drama unfold.
From the words of others, Lin Qiubai realized that things were not so simple.
Last night, Cao Zhendong's father was bitten by a lurking swamp viper while on a mercenary mission. His entire arm turned pitch black in an instant, and if it weren't for the timely amputation, he might have lost his life.
However, for a low-level martial artist, losing an arm is akin to death.
Thus, Cao Zhendong's family was effectively half-destroyed.
To save his father's life, all their savings had been exhausted.
This meant that Cao Zhendong would have no money to drink enough nutrient solution.
He could either give up on cultivation or die from internal injuries...
"Perhaps I took away Cao Zhendong's father's fortune, leading to this family misfortune?"
Lin Qiubai suddenly thought, and this possibility seemed very likely.
A wave of pleasure surged within him; this could be considered indirect revenge for his parents.
However, the revenge has just begun.
Cao Zhendong's luck is even greater than his father's. Although he is currently down and out, one can never tell when he might rise again!
"We must crush Cao Zhendong's growth."
A ruthless determination surged within Lin Qiubai.
Inside his small body resides the soul of an adult.
When it comes to thinking through problems, he naturally becomes more ruthless.
Allowing an enemy to grow peacefully is akin to self-destruction.
This is his life motto after years of struggle in the business world.
"Get lost! All of you, get lost! Do you believe I will gouge out your eyes?"
Seeing everyone gathered around him, eager for the spectacle, Cao Zhendong couldn't help but feel his eyes redden as he roared in anger.
...
"What are you making noise about? If you don't train in the morning and just shout here, do you think you're exceptionally talented?"
The instructor's command silenced the hundreds of disciples, including Cao Zhendong, who quickly stood at their designated spots and began to punch the wooden posts vigorously.
Cao Zhendong dared not cause any more trouble.
Suppressing his emotions, he obediently threw punches, though his expression was extremely grim.
"Eh?"
The instructor arrived at Lin Qiubai and suddenly stopped, looking at Lin Qiubai in surprise.
"Try performing a set of punches again."
"Understood, Instructor."
Lin Qiubai replied loudly, not hesitating at all. He unleashed his fists and feet, executing the punches one by one.
As he progressed, his technique became increasingly refined, his muscles more coordinated, and his movements quicker and more agile. In the end, he struck the wooden post with such force that it trembled, and bright flashes of light flickered from the backs of his hands as they collided with the ancient ironwood post, creating tiny sparks.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
A series of crisp sounds echoed, leaving the instructor astonished.
The surrounding disciples also came to a halt, all looking bewildered.
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