Shopkeeper Chen, Martial Artist!

Martial Artist!

Fabricate the existence of a powerful Martial Artist behind him.

This way, the anomalies occurring in his body could be largely glossed over.

In just a few days, he transformed from a slow-witted, scrawny youth into someone with sharp intellect and a much stronger physique, capable of taking down the burly and tall Li Kui with one hand.

Such a drastic change in such a short period of time strongly suggested that a Martial Artist had given him some miraculous elixir. Otherwise, such a thing would be impossible.

He was introverted and rarely went out.

During the month he had a conflict with Li Kui, he hadn't left the pharmacy even a single step.

It was impossible for him to obtain such an elixir within the pharmacy.

The only possibility was that a Martial Artist had silently entered the pharmacy and made him take the medicine.

Over these past few days, the medicinal effects had gradually taken hold, causing a world-shattering change in his body.

This would then explain the immense changes in his physique.

After contemplating for a moment, Yang Heng subconsciously nodded, fully agreeing with this idea. It seemed as if this was indeed the case, and he himself was convinced.

Soon, Yang Heng fell peacefully asleep.

The night passed without incident.

The next morning, Yang Heng received the items of apology from the three people who had been whispering the night before.

There were three medicinal herbs in total.

Prominently among them was an Old Ginseng.

The other two herbs were for replenishing blood and strengthening qi. Yang Heng had seen them in the pharmacy; the physician there had prescribed them to some guests who were weak or had kidney deficiencies.

After putting away the three herbs, Yang Heng spoke cordially with them, saying that if they didn't oppose him again in the future, bygones would be bygones.

The three repeatedly shook their heads, stating they wouldn't dare.

The group left, visibly relieved.

These three herbs were potent tonics, especially the Old Ginseng, which was valuable and highly nutritious.

For Yang Heng at this moment, these herbs were like a godsend.

He was already worried about the long time it would take for the Marrow Cleansing Pearl to accumulate enough energy. With the help of these herbs, the required time would surely be greatly shortened.

However, now was not the best time to consume the herbs. He would only eat them with peace of mind after he had weathered the pharmacy's questioning and things had calmed down.

In the afternoon, after delivering medicine, Yang Heng returned to the pharmacy to find an apprentice waiting for him, saying that the shopkeeper wanted to see him.

If nothing unexpected happened, it would be about the changes in his body.

Yang Heng had anticipated that the pharmacy would question him about this matter.

He hadn't expected that the shopkeeper, Shopkeeper Chen himself, would be the one to question him; this was completely beyond his expectations.

In an instant, Yang Heng's face turned frosty, and his mind was in chaos.

This was because Shopkeeper Chen was a Martial Artist!

He had some confidence in being able to fool Master Zhang, but facing a Martial Artist, it would be as difficult as reaching the heavens to try and deceive him.

He didn't even know which way the door to a Martial Artist's residence was, his mind was a complete blank regarding any knowledge of Martial Artists. He couldn't possibly get away with just making things up based on imagination.

About Martial Artists, all he knew was that they were inhumanly powerful!

As he got closer to Shopkeeper Chen's residence, Yang Heng still hadn't come up with a way to deal with Shopkeeper Chen's interrogation.

His heart sank, his face instantly turned pale, and his eyes lost their luster, becoming dim.

Could it be that his life was going to end today?

To die less than three days after transmigration?

No, absolutely not!

What was the difference between this and being eliminated right after dropping into a game?

Other transmigrators became saints or revered ancestors, and he just died upon arrival. Wasn't that an embarrassment to all transmigrators?

Thinking this, Yang Heng forced himself to gather his spirits and began to desperately ponder a countermeasure, but still, he found nothing.

There was too little information about Martial Artists; he had no clue where to even begin fabricating a story.

Whatever, he'd leave it to fate.

Yang Heng made up his mind not to speak carelessly. He would answer whatever was asked.

In front of such an experienced veteran, especially when he knew nothing about the other party, the more he spoke, the more mistakes he would make. The less he spoke, the fewer mistakes he would make.

If he didn't speak, well... it would only lead to a dead end.

After complaining inwardly, Yang Heng felt much more relaxed, thinking to himself that at worst, he would die, and he'd be a hero again in eighteen years.

With a light and happy heart, Yang Heng strode as fast as flying, and soon, Shopkeeper Chen's residence was in sight.

Pushing the door open, Yang Heng walked in with a calm expression.

The interior was luxurious and antique, decorated like a wealthy family's home.

In the center of the room was an incense burner, intricately carved with birds, flowers, fish, and insects, truly extraordinary, with wisps of incense smoke rising.

Upon his first inhale, Yang Heng felt his head grow a little heavy.

Looking around, he saw Shopkeeper Chen seated on a dark wooden chair. Behind him hung a calligraphy scroll that read "Harmony brings wealth" in bold, sweeping strokes, full of power and the style of a master.

This was Yang Heng's second time seeing Shopkeeper Chen. The first was on the day he joined the pharmacy, when Shopkeeper Chen had briefly appeared before everyone and then left.

Shopkeeper Chen was portly, with a round face, the picture of a prosperous merchant. His ten fingers were adorned with various precious jade rings, dazzling to the eye.

As Yang Heng looked towards Shopkeeper Chen, he found the man smiling at him, presenting a harmless facade.

Yang Heng dared not be careless, not fooled by the man's appearance.

As soon as he entered the room, his hair stood on end, goosebumps prickled his skin, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, as if a tiger were watching him from the shadows.

After some investigation, he realized this oppressive feeling came from the master of the room—Shopkeeper Chen!

The feeling Shopkeeper Chen gave him was completely different from that of ordinary people. Facing him was like facing a higher being, a tremor in his bloodline, a call to submission.

It was like the natural suppression that lions and tigers, large predators, exert over ordinary animals.

There was no resistance at all.

They were practically a different species from normal humans.

At this moment, Yang Heng understood the widely circulated saying: Martial Artists are inhuman existences!

Hoo... huff...

Yang Heng felt his head grow heavy, as if he were at the bottom of the sea, unable to absorb any oxygen, on the verge of suffocation.

"You're Yang Heng, right? What do you think of the calligraphy behind me?"

A gentle voice reached Yang Heng's ears, pulling him from his dazed state.

Yang Heng forced himself to focus and looked towards the voice. He saw that Shopkeeper Chen's face was a blur of white, layered and indistinct, his features impossible to discern.

Right, Shopkeeper Chen asked me a question, and I haven't answered yet. I was distracted by his appearance, Yang Heng patted his head, cursing himself inwardly with a wry smile.

"The calligraphy is magnificent, powerful, and full of masterly style," Yang Heng replied without hesitation.

"Not bad... Your pronunciation is clear, your words flow, and your thoughts are agile. It seems you've had a fortunate encounter recently. Not only has your mind returned to normal, but your body has also become much stronger."

Shopkeeper Chen looked at Yang Heng with a sly glint in his eyes.

Damn it, he was testing me just now!

In a flash, Yang Heng understood everything. He broke out in a cold sweat, his mind clearing considerably.

But before he could think of a response, Shopkeeper Chen's next question came!

"Tell me, what fortunate encounter did you have?"

A wisp of smoke entered his nostrils, and Yang Heng's head grew heavy again, plunging him into boundless darkness, unable to extricate himself.