Two hours later, Le Mulan left the Training Room limping, her legs and arms mottled black and blue, yet a flicker of delight flashed across her face.
"My adaptability is fast. At this rate, it won't be long before I completely overcome my psychological germophobia toward poor people."
"That way, even if I switch cultivation methods later, my grades won't be affected..."
Meanwhile, Zhang Yu, who had been left behind in the Training Room, lay sprawled on the floor, gasping for breath as though he had just been fished out of water.
His entire body, along with the floor around him, reeked of medicinal liquid and herbs.
"This woman... just how much medicine does she take every day? Does she eat it like food?"
But after resting for a while, Zhang Yu felt brimming with vigor, like a dragon and tiger unleashed.
He had clearly fought Le Mulan fiercely for two hours, yet he did not feel the slightest depletion of stamina. On the contrary, he was overflowing with energy, and even the Magical Power circulating within him seemed much livelier.
"Is this the effect of the Drug Residue on Le Mulan's body?"
Zhang Yu dared swear to the heavens that, as a staunch supporter of the Natural Body Refinement School, he had absolutely not opened his mouth to lick even a drop of medicinal liquid during that fierce battle with Le Mulan.
"Forget licking it—I was holding my breath every now and then. Can medicinal liquid still affect me like this?"
After all, the original Zhang Yu's internal organs had been damaged by medicine. Ever since then, Zhang Yu had paid close attention to dosage, never using medicine recklessly unless absolutely necessary.
He did so to avoid having the side effects of medicine harm his body.
Feeling his current