The days that followed were no different from what Lin Qiye and the others had experienced a few days earlier.
Playing cards, mahjong, singing, pole dancing, competing to see who could circle the island fastest while doing a handstand... and various other forms of entertainment that no one without a decade-long brain clot could possibly come up with.
The only change was that Tang Yusheng's potential training returned to normal in the mornings. In other words, all those activities were recovery exercises carried out after being beaten half to death once and soaking in a medicinal bath for three hours.
Time passed, and more than half a month vanished in the blink of an eye.
In four large vats steaming with heat and medicinal fragrance, Lin Qiye and the others floated on their backs as the pain throughout their bodies gradually healed and their exhaustion was swept away.
"Whew..." Baili Pangpang floated in the Tomato Pot like a slab of pork belly, gazing up at the azure sky and letting out a blissful groan. "I have to say, after soaking in medicinal baths for so many days, it really feels like my realm has improved quite a bit... Brother Spear's secret formula is impressive, huh?"
Before the bonfire heating the bottoms of the vats, Tang Yusheng crouched silently and added firewood beneath Baili Pangpang's pot.
After cooking Lin Qiye and the others for more than half a month, Li Kengqiang seemed to have grown bored of it. So he had willingly handed this rare experience over to Tang Yusheng. Now, every day, Tang Yusheng not only had to personally beat Lin Qiye and the others half to death and drag them ashore, but also soak them in the medicinal vats, add firewood on schedule, and keep the flames going.
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