Modification

Under the nourishment of those two currents of energy, the effect was immediate. The pain in his legs nearly vanished by more than half.

At the same time, feeling returned to his numb legs.

Seeing this, Hu Qi tried modifying them again.

The Modification Points decreased by another point, becoming 6. At the same time, the status field changed accordingly.

Status: Normal (minor sprain)

At that moment, the pain in his legs disappeared completely, as though what he had felt before had only been an illusion.

Not only that, the status had changed from abnormal to normal, while the words "minor sprain" in the parentheses slowly faded away.

It looked as if they would vanish completely before long. This also meant that an injury which should have required him to lie in bed for a month or two—

Perhaps even leaving lasting complications—had recovered this easily.

"This isn't an illusion. It's all real."

Hu Qi took several deep breaths.

He steadied his somewhat excited emotions.

Actually, if heaven gave him another chance to cheat...

Uh, he would choose a more powerful cheat.

After all, transmigration itself wasn't frightening. What was frightening was transmigrating without a cheat.

As for why this panel had appeared on him, and why he had transmigrated here in the first place—

Hu Qi did not dwell on it.

For now, there was simply no way to find an answer to that question.

Hu Qi glanced at the Scarlet Panel.

Though he dearly wanted to know what it would feel like to modify the Culinary Arts skill—

In the end, he gave up that tempting notion.

Before learning where Modification Points came from—

Modifying this skill would undoubtedly be a waste to him.

With his current mastery of Culinary Arts, making a living in this world should not be much of a problem.

Besides, the skill was right there on his panel. He could modify it whenever he wanted, so there was no need to rush.

With that thought, he suppressed the excitement in his heart.

Now that he had suddenly relaxed, a trace of drowsiness rose within him.

Hu Qi stopped thinking about it.

He closed his eyes and prepared to sleep for a while.

This nap lasted until dusk was near.

If someone had not come to bring Hu Qi food, perhaps he could have slept even longer.

But this time, it was not Li Yi who came.

It was a woman in her forties.

She was of average height and slightly plump, with the faint marks of time upon her face.

Yet it was still clear that she had been quite attractive in her youth.

Her hair was casually tied behind her head, streaked with several conspicuous strands of silver.

Her face was slightly round, with faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. They became more noticeable when she smiled, but lent her a gentle, approachable warmth.

This was Li Yi's mother, and the original owner's aunt, Hu Leimei.

"Xiao Qi, how are you feeling today?"

Hu Leimei asked with concern written all over her face.

"Much better."

Hu Qi smiled.

"That's good, that's good!"

A smile appeared on Hu Leimei's face.

She then asked a few more trivial, caring questions about his condition and whether the food suited his tastes.

Hu Qi answered honestly.

He behaved no differently from the original owner in his memories.

Then—

Hu Leimei seemed to think of something.

A flash of hesitation crossed her face.

In the end, she still spoke.

"Um, Xiao Qi, has that girl Yu Yan come to see you these past couple of days?"

Hu Qi froze at her words and fell silent.

Then, he began searching through his memories.

Yu Yan? What the hell was that supposed to be?

Seeing Hu Qi remain silent—

Hu Leimei clearly misunderstood what he meant.

"Don't blame your aunt for being nosy, but that girl just isn't the kind suited for settling down. Even if you manage to win her over, you won't be able to hold on to her..."

By then, Hu Qi had found the memories concerning this so-called Yu Yan.

Her full name was Jiang Yu Yan, the original owner's goddess.

With a few simple sweet-talking tricks, she had coaxed the original owner into becoming a willing, silently devoted simp.

But all that had changed several days ago.

That day, the original owner ran into Jiang Yu Yan getting into a luxury car with a man. When he approached for a closer look, the two were embracing and making out fiercely.

The original owner was dealt a crushing blow by the sight, heartbroken beyond measure.

He went forward to demand an explanation, wanting an answer.

Yet the man knocked him to the ground with a single punch.

Perhaps that was precisely why—

This memory had been buried so deeply.

If Hu Qi had not searched carefully, he might not even have found it.

Once he understood everything—

The corners of his mouth could not help twitching.

A simp never died a good death indeed.

He seriously suspected that the original owner's leg injury might also have had something to do with that adulterous pair.

After all, the timing was far too coincidental.

Seeing Hu Leimei still rambling on—

His head began to ache.

After thinking it over, he directly interrupted her.

"Don't worry. After this, I've finally seen that woman for what she is. I won't be like I was before."

"That's good, that's good! My Xiao Qi is such a fine-looking young man. What kind of girl couldn't he find? After some time, your aunt will introduce you to a few."

Hearing Hu Qi's words—

Hu Leimei was clearly delighted. She immediately changed the subject and began considering the major matter of Hu Qi's future.

Faced with this—

Hu Qi did not know how to respond, so he merely gave a couple of perfunctory replies.

Afterward, they talked about the person who had attacked him.

Unfortunately, the location had been secluded at the time, and there had been no cameras.

Even now, they had not found out who had done it.

Since it was nearly mealtime and this was the busy period for the restaurant—

She had not stayed long before someone from the restaurant called to say they were overwhelmed.

Hu Leimei could only reluctantly offer a few more instructions before leaving.

Watching her retreating figure—

Hu Qi frowned.

"Now that my legs are healed, there's no need for me to remain in the hospital.

"But to avoid drawing the attention of anyone with ulterior motives, I'd better stay another two days and try not to seem so abrupt..."

Night fell. Outside the window, the stars were sparse and the moonlight dim.

Cold silvery moonlight filtered through the curtains, spilling across the gaps on the floor.

The ward was quiet.

Of his two roommates, one had been discharged that afternoon, while the other had already fallen asleep.

Only faint snores echoed through the room.

But because Hu Qi had slept in the afternoon, he was now wide awake, without the slightest hint of drowsiness.

At that moment, he wore Bluetooth earbuds and held his phone, his finger continuously swiping across the screen as he browsed information about this world.

This world also had short videos.

They were called Kuaiyin.

Within them, one beautiful young woman after another twisted their slender, supple waists—innocent, seductive, every kind imaginable.

They put even ancient emperors to shame.

Did suggestive content still exist even after changing worlds?

At that—

Hu Qi merely criticized it from an appreciative perspective with a couple of quick looks, then swiped to the next video without a trace of attachment.

Suddenly—

His finger stopped.

A video caught Hu Qi's attention.

It was from a blogger called Taihe Martial Arts.

In the video was an old man past fifty, his temples half-gray.

He wore a loose white Martial Arts Uniform.

But unlike an ordinary, thin old man—

He had a burly frame, broad arm bones, and arms that hung below his knees.