Chapter 8

Old Man Mi’s expression finally eased a bit: "I was wondering why you could resist the power of the Wailing Whip. Now it seems you endured it with great willpower. Your mental fortitude is truly commendable."

Zuan An, however, was cursing in his heart. Was this rich woman’s pleasure ball a counterfeit product? Wasn’t it supposed to make me immune to pain? What’s going on now?

But he quickly realized that the ball had an hour-long effect, and now that an hour had passed, although he was immune to the tenfold pain caused by Chu Huanzhao’s Wailing Whip, the injuries from the whip still remained. After the effect wore off, the normal pain from the wounds was inevitable.

"You’re lucky, kid. If that girl had hit you one more time, you’d be dead," Old Man Mi said while examining his injuries, marveling, "Your frail body actually managed to endure so many lashes. That’s strange."

Zuan An then remembered another function of the "Rich Woman’s Pleasure Ball." It seemed to have a residual blood lock when a rich woman inflicted a fatal injury. Hmm, wouldn’t this give me a significant advantage when fighting women who are richer than me in the future?

Pfft, pfft, pfft, what a lack of ambition. Fighting women, what kind of skill is that? Besides, with all these restrictions, the practical range is too narrow.

Old Man Mi took out a bottle of medicine. With a light flick of his sleeve, the medicine powder was evenly sprinkled on Zuan An’s wounds: "Take these two bottles. One for external use, one for internal use. Rest well these days, don’t end up losing your life."

Zuan An felt a cool sensation on his wounds, making him feel much better. He was moved: "Old Man, I don’t know how to thank you."

Old Man Mi chuckled: "Don’t worry, you’ll know soon enough." He left a chilling smile and hobbled out of the room.

Zuan An didn’t think much about it and started to tally his gains.

He had just harvested 1444 points of anger from Chu Huanzhao, which meant he could draw 14 times. Thinking about this, his impression of the little girl improved significantly.

This girl has the potential to be a great source of anger points in the future.

Lying in bed with nothing to do, Zuan An decided to start drawing.

Fortunately, the keyboard was operated entirely by thought. Otherwise, in his current state, he probably wouldn’t even have the strength to pick it up.

With a thought, he pressed the start button, watching the cursor quickly spin on the keyboard, eagerly anticipating what he might draw.

However, to his surprise, the cursor only moved between the number keys and the space bar, not reaching the letter keys. He then remembered a previous hint that the drawing system was only partially open, and the first three draws as a beginner reward had no restrictions. It seemed he would have to wait for the system to unlock more features to draw from the letter keys.

Wait, I remember the first three draws mentioned a significant increase in the winning probability, but I still drew a "Thanks for Participating." So, the normal winning probability must be...

The result was as expected:

"Thanks for Participating!"

Zuan An was frustrated, but it was within his expectations, so he didn’t pay much attention and continued to spend 100 anger points to draw again.

"Thanks for Participating!"

"Thanks for Participating!"

...

He drew eight times in a row, all "Thanks for Participating"!

What the hell!

Zuan An almost jumped up to smash the keyboard, but unfortunately, the keyboard couldn’t collect his anger points, or his anger points would have skyrocketed.

He thought about washing his face to change his luck, but he was too injured to move, let alone get up to wash his face.

He didn’t know that a pair of eyes was coldly watching him from outside the window. If he had seen, he would have recognized the delicate figure as Xue’er, Chu Chuyan’s personal maid.

"Is this guy crazy?" Watching Zuan An’s distorted expression, his hands and feet moving erratically, Xue’er’s beautiful eyes showed a hint of confusion.

Looking closely, she saw the bloodstains and wounds on his body and was shocked: "Wailing Whip?"

She naturally recognized the infamous weapon of the second miss. Her expression became very strange: "Dying at the hands of the second miss is better, so I don’t have to take action and risk exposing myself."

She knew that with the weak and sickly body of this useless son-in-law, he couldn’t survive the Wailing Whip and was destined to die in bed.

Thinking about this, she turned and left, returning to her room. After confirming no one was around, she cracked some sunflower seeds and quickly wrote a message in a special code:

"To my lord: Miss Chu remains unblemished, and they did not share a room. Please rest assured, I will eliminate Zuan An as soon as possible. I believe you will hear good news soon."

She initially wrote about Zuan An’s incompetence but hesitated and deleted it. She found it hard to explain the details and subconsciously didn’t want her lord to know she had been touched by another man.

Thinking about how Zuan An had groped her by the pond and what he did to her in the room, she felt a deep hatred, cracking a few more sunflower seeds. She thought that letting him die at the hands of the second miss was too lenient; she had originally planned to make his life worse than death tonight.

She also thought about how Chu Chuyan had asked her to serve in bed tonight. She bit her lip and added to the secret message: "Also, I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but I feel Miss Chu is starting to suspect me. Please expedite the plan."

After finishing, she sealed the encrypted letter and summoned a beautiful little eagle, placing the letter in its leg band: "Take it to my lord quickly."

The little eagle seemed to understand, flapping its wings and disappearing into the night sky.

Zuan An in the room had no idea he had just narrowly escaped a killing intent. All his attention was on the drawing. When he drew the tenth time, the cursor finally stopped on the number "1" instead of the space bar.

A red bottle appeared on the virtual screen, labeled: "Believe in Brother Chun (Small)."

Description: In the ancient universe, there has always been a saying, "Believe in Brother Chun, gain eternal life." This bottle can quickly restore your health. As long as you don’t die on the spot, even the most severe injuries will be fully healed.

"Believe in Brother Chun?" Zuan An deeply suspected that the creator of the keyboard was from his world, but even with advanced technology, they couldn’t create something like this.

Choosing to extract, Zuan An studied the bottle in his hand. It looked similar to the health potions in games. Considering his current state, he didn’t hesitate to drink it all at once, fearing that a tremor might cause him to drop it.

The red liquid flowed down his throat, and he felt a warm current spread through his body. The terrifying wounds from the Wailing Whip began to scab over visibly, and even the charred areas from the lightning strike regenerated with new, tender skin.

"Wow, it’s so effective?" Zuan An sat up, no longer feeling the breathlessness he had before. His body had fully recovered, and he felt no pain from the injuries.

This thing is a miracle drug. With this, wouldn’t I be practically invincible?

Hmm, "Believe in Brother Chun (Small)," what does the "Small" mean?

Zuan An thought for a moment. It probably meant that the healing had a limit, similar to games. If his level was too high and his health too high, it might not fully heal him. He wished the description was clearer.

After moving around a bit, he felt a surge of strength, which was the effect of the Second Rank, Third Stage.

After some testing, he found that his strength was now equivalent to that of four normal adult men. Before, his weak body couldn’t even match one normal adult.

However, Zuan An wasn’t very satisfied. He felt that reaching Second Rank, Third Stage was supposed to be difficult, but it didn’t seem that impressive, at least not much different from a normal person.

Actually, this was due to his lack of knowledge about this world. In this world, a cultivator’s strength determined their status. The emperor, the most powerful, was at the Earth Immortal level. The heads of major sects and some hidden elders of powerful families were Grandmasters. The various kings, dukes, and generals were Masters. The Nine Ministers and other generals were at the Ninth Rank. State governors and county magistrates were at the Eighth Rank. City lords were at the Seventh Rank, and so on.

Even the lowest-ranking officials in the countryside, such as "You Zhi" and "San Lao," required at least Second Rank cultivation. With his current cultivation, he was qualified to serve as a formal local official, receiving a salary and cultivation resources from the court. Many ordinary families struggled their whole lives to reach this level—after all, the first stage of resonance with the elemental energy of heaven and earth eliminated 90% of people, and the subsequent cultivation required a large amount of spirit stones, which ordinary families couldn’t afford.

Adapting to his new body, Zuan An started drawing again. This time, he had no expectations of drawing anything good, just hoping to draw something, even something like the "Rich Woman’s Pleasure Ball." After all, he had spent 1000 anger points to get a red potion, and with the remaining 400 points, he could draw 4 more times. It would be good if he didn’t get "Thanks for Participating" all four times.

The other three draws were, as expected, "Thanks for Participating." Only on the third draw did the cursor stop on the number 0. Zuan An’s spirit lifted, and he quickly checked the screen.

A crimson pill appeared in the center of the screen—the Bone Washing Pill.

Description: Why do you practice diligently every day but still fall short of someone who practices sporadically? As the saying goes, "Genius is one percent inspiration and ninety-nine percent perspiration," but that one percent inspiration is often more important than the ninety-nine percent perspiration. Taking this pill will cleanse your meridians and bones, significantly improving your aptitude, making your cultivation more efficient.

Zuan An thought about how both Chu Chuyan and Old Man Mi had mentioned his poor aptitude. With this pill, wouldn’t he quickly advance, get a promotion, and win the heart of a rich and beautiful woman, reaching the pinnacle of life?

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