"Did you... hide something you didn't say?" Lin Zhiyan thought about it and couldn't resist asking.

On one hand, she indeed thought so; on the other hand, just standing silently made her afraid that the two little people in her mind would jump out and start arguing again.

Xiao Feng opened his mouth, but before he could speak, Lin Zhiyan added, "If it's too difficult for you to talk now, you can tell me when you're feeling better."

"I never realized you're quite understanding, haha." Xiao Feng smiled, supported himself on a pillar, and slowly sat on the steps. It still hurt, but he could manage to speak slowly.

Lin Zhiyan detected something off in his tone and rolled her eyes, saying, "It's my first time realizing that your mouth, apart from saying infuriating things, occasionally says things that make people happy."

Indeed, the thing Xiao Feng did most often was to argue and roast.

He roasted Zhao Guo'an, roasted his own sister, roasted Old Nine; occasionally changing his way of speaking really felt unusual.

But soon, Lin Zhiyan was shocked and thought their conversation seemed a bit flirtatious.

Just as she was thinking, Xiao Feng said, "I'll only tell you this; you guessed right, I didn't finish what I was saying.

To deal with that guy tougher than Stallone, I used both Strong Mint Candy and strong laxative spray."

"And the result?" Lin Zhiyan asked, though she already had the answer in her heart.

Sure enough, Xiao Feng said, "He treated Mint Candy like candy beans and the spray like sweet water. It's my first time encountering such a person."

"You're saying... Immune to Hundred Poisons?" Lin Zhiyan said with a serious face.

Xiao Feng nodded. He didn't say he had even considered letting the guy drink the wind oil hanging around his neck.

But thinking about it, that would be treating the guy too much like a non-person, and since neither the Mint Candy nor spray worked, the wind oil likely wouldn't do any good either, so he chose not to.

After a moment of silence, Lin Zhiyan asked, "Is he from Devil's Concentration Camp?"

"No." Xiao Feng shook his head in denial.

Just then, Zhao Guo'an and Sun Shijie carried a big wooden barrel into Xiao Feng's room and began pouring buckets of hot water inside.

"Do you need me to help you?" Lin Zhiyan asked.

"No need, go wash up and sleep." Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, stood up, and walked toward his room.

Lin Zhiyan didn't return to her room but stood in the courtyard, looking thoughtful.

…

"Hoo..."

Xiao Feng immersed himself in the hot water, exhaling as he felt relief.

He closed his eyes, feeling his pores slowly open, a tingling sensation all over, and his expression filled with comfort.

Zhao Guo'an came in with a plastic bag and said, "Lao Xiao, you're really in luck this time. The medicine in this barrel is practically all of Senior Sun's life savings, beyond money's value."

Xiao Feng half-opened his eyes: "If you want, you can drink the water in the barrel after I get out. I promise not to fight you for it."

"Nonsense! Who wants to drink your bathwater?" Zhao Guo'an shouted angrily, then shook the plastic bag: "I have something good here, want to consider adding it in?"

Xiao Feng squinted and saw something writhing in the plastic bag.

It reminded him of when Zhao Guo'an had thrown a few snakes in while Chen Feihu was bathing. Unexpectedly, he brought the snakes again.

"If you're not afraid I'll strangle them, go ahead." Xiao Feng said calmly.

"Phooey!" Zhao Guo'an shrugged: "Kindness mistaken for a donkey liver, take your time soaking, I'm going to sleep."

Shortly after Zhao Guo'an left, a sudden stabbing pain jerked Xiao Feng out of his relaxed state.

Xiao Feng grunted, opened his eyes sharply, and felt every pore all over his body sting, as if something wanted to emerge.

"Don't panic, this means it's really working." Sun Shijie appeared almost on cue at the door and walked in to remind him: "It'll be very painful next, but if you can endure it, it'll be greatly beneficial for you."

"What… does it… mean?"

Xiao Feng gritted his teeth, word by word, unable to form a complete sentence.

The pain intensified, and it truly felt like falling into a thorn bush, leaving no part of his body without pain.

Sun Shijie explained: "Your injury today is mainly in the bones and meridians; bones aren't a big issue, but meridians require addressing.

In fact, even without any measures, once the pain subsides, you'd naturally heal, but this self-healing is a hidden hazard. Meridians govern blood and energy, blood stagnation can easily lead to various issues.

To put it simply, it's about constant minor problems without major ones, and missing this opportunity means the hidden hazard won't be thoroughly eliminated."

Fueled by annoyance, Xiao Feng wished to punch him, all talk without hitting the main point. Weren't there supposed to be benefits?

Why don't you clarify what the benefits are?

As if sensing Xiao Feng's thoughts or understanding his character, Sun Shijie got to the point: "The guy who fought you injured your meridians, essentially gifting you with a chance.

Some hidden gunk became mobile due to this injury, and if it expels through pores, it achieves nearly complete cleaning.

You might not grasp this, but simply put it's like how a kettle gets scale over time, this time it's removing the scale.

The benefits won't make your strength or speed skyrocket instantly; instead, they're subtle, long-term improvements."

"Cleansing the Meridians?" Xiao Feng asked.

Sun Shijie shook his head: "Whether Cleansing the Meridians exists remains disputed in our field, but you can interpret it that way.

Overall, the injury is a good thing, overall, it's more beneficial than harmful."

After the explanation, Xiao Feng felt relieved but still bore the intention for revenge against Hua Ling.

Yes, the injury brought benefits, physically, and in fighting insight, he achieved an elevation.

But what if Sun Shijie's medicines weren't prepared properly?

Or simply if he didn't know Sun Shijie?

Ultimately, the only rule: strength is fundamental!

Xiao Feng knew full well that good luck doesn't stay, good flowers don't bloom forever.

Thinking of flowers triggered an image of Hua Ling's charming face, and he already regarded her as a rival to surpass.

After all, nearly losing to a teenage girl was something Xiao Feng could never accept.

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