Cultivation, Origin Level Two, Physical Body Strengthened Once More

"Exactly. The Cosmic Genius Selection Tournament is being organized this time by two major powers, the Demon and the Blade Prison."

"So as long as we stand out in this tournament, we'll surely earn the favor of some major powers. Zhao Futu, your problem looks frightening now, but in the eyes of those big shots and powerful factions, it's nothing much. Maybe they'll just wave a hand and solve it for you."

Lu Lin spoke as if it were no big deal.

He didn't mention his own strength, nor did he say how difficult Zhao Futu's Formation was.

In short, Lu Lin's goal was to give Zhao Futu some hope.

To put it bluntly, if Lu Lin hadn't practiced martial arts, he'd have lived a hundred years at most.

If Zhao Futu truly couldn't find a way to solve his physical problem, then he still had at least a hundred years to enjoy life and battle, instead of spending every day feeling sorry for himself.

"All right, Boss. I understand."

After hearing Lu Lin's words, Zhao Futu's fighting spirit immediately flared.

In his mind, his only problem was that he couldn't grow any taller.

Maybe, just as Lu Lin had said, he only needed to meet some Formation experts to help him solve his physical problem.

"Boss, I won't keep talking, then. You'll see over the next thirty years—I'll make huge progress for sure."

After saying that, Zhao Futu turned and left the dormitory.

"Where are you going?"

Lu Lin asked.

"First the library, then the Cultivation Room. Boss, I'm setting myself a little goal: in the next thirty years, I'll do my best to reach Origin Point Level Nine, then shore up my combat strength. After all, I'm your underling—I can't let you leave me too far behind."

Zhao