30. Hearing the Dao in the Morning, Dead by Evening? That Will Do!

Chapter 30. Hearing the Dao in the Morning, Dead by Evening? That Will Do!

At that moment, in Building B6 of the girls' dormitory.

This spot offered a perfect view of the school's track field.

"Wahaha! Come over here and take a look, girls. Even in weather like this, some idiot is running laps on the track." A shoulder-length-haired girl laughed boisterously.

"Is this another flashy stunt to attract ignorant young girls?" A curvaceous girl lay on the bed, fanning herself with a small fan in an attempt to drive away the heat. She felt unbearably hot, and a certain person's figure involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

The shoulder-length-haired girl laughed. "If he's really trying to show off, then he's failed miserably. No girl in this world would think an idiot like that was handsome. Hey, Lu Fei, come over and take a look. This guy looks kind of familiar. Is he from our class?"

"Let me see." The curvaceous girl crawled over to the window and looked toward the track field.

Then she happened to see the man stop and strip off his clothes, holding them in his hand. He had a broad back and narrow waist, with smooth, well-defined muscles brimming with explosive power.

The shoulder-length-haired girl giggled. "Yo, you really couldn't tell before he took off his clothes. This guy's body is amazing. With muscles and a sturdy build like that, he might actually attract quite a few ignorant young girls."

"He's from our class." The curvaceous girl widened her eyes. She had just been thinking about him.

What a great body. He was overflowing with masculine charm.

And with that icy-cool feeling he gave off, maybe she really should make her move before the other girls realized how good he was?!

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Song Shuhang looked at his clothes and discovered that they were stained with more than sweat. There were also many black, impurity-like substances on them—Body Tempering impurities expelled along with the sweat.

Song Shuhang lowered his head to examine his body. Sure enough, there were also some black, sticky substances and granular impurities on it.

Body Tempering, Body Tempering. It did not merely strengthen the body; more importantly, it tempered the body and removed impurities.

Then he reached out and touched his abdomen.

He actually had abs again after all this time.

It had been about a year and a half since he had last seen them. Ever since he had frantically studied for the college entrance exams in his third year of high school, his abdominal muscles had disappeared due to a lack of exercise, replaced by a small amount of flab.

But now, after running just a few laps, his abs had actually grown back.

Besides that, many of the minor ailments in his body had completely recovered. For example, the dull ache in his right shoulder caused by frequent computer use, and the minor neck problems caused by sitting for too long. Every single one of these ailments had vanished without a trace!

Moreover, Shuhang felt that the world before his eyes was crystal clear. He had originally been slightly nearsighted, also because of overusing his eyes during the college entrance exams. But now, his slight nearsightedness had miraculously healed. His eyesight had even improved tremendously.

As long as he focused his mind, he could actually see the foot of a dead fly ten meters away on the fence around the track field...

"Calm down, calm down. Let's try some other things. My physical strength and endurance have clearly improved. Now let's test my strength." Song Shuhang tried hard to calm himself.

In reality, he had long since been unable to remain calm. His current state was like being drunk: his mind was desperately trying to stay composed, while his body faithfully revealed how excited he was.

He clenched his fists and felt as if his arms were overflowing with strength, with nowhere to vent it. An urge to tear tigers and leopards apart surged through his heart.

His gaze swept toward the shot-put practice area, where two types of shot puts had been placed.

The shot puts used by the school weighed five kilograms for men and four kilograms for women.

Song Shuhang walked over, picked up a large one, and weighed it in his hand, wanting to test the strength in his arms.

However, when he hefted the shot put, he froze slightly—is this really a shot put and not some basketball or soccer ball?

The increase in his strength was obvious.

At that moment, he really wanted to throw the shot put and see how far he could send it. But he forcefully suppressed the urge. Who knew how far this throw might go? It would be bad if he caused trouble.

"Just from a mouthful of medicinal paste—perhaps it was even a semifinished product or a failure—the body can be strengthened to this extent. If I drank a complete Body Tempering Liquid, would I suddenly become a strongman with horses running along my arms and airplanes being dragged by my teeth?" Song Shuhang returned to the dormitory while clutching his clothes, looking somewhat dazed.

After opening the dormitory door, he went to the kitchen and looked at the hot pot and the black medicinal paste inside it.

"Body Tempering Liquid. It really lives up to its name—a true Body Tempering Liquid!"

On this day, the man named Song Shuhang completely fell to his knees!

Ever since he had joined the Nine Provinces Number One Group, the Tribulation Lightning, the Spirit Ghost, the Ice Pearl, Soft Feather's freakish strength, and the wondrous medicinal ingredients she had sent him—everything had been crashing against Song Shuhang's worldview.

And the Simplified Body Tempering Liquid in his hand delivered the most fatal blow of all to Song Shuhang's worldview.

June 4, 2019.

On this day, the worldview Song Shuhang had spent eighteen full years building collapsed with a thunderous roar. It shattered so completely that not even a speck of dust remained.

Building a person's worldview was incredibly difficult, but shattering it was actually this simple.

"Well, forget it. If a worldview shatters, then let it shatter. Only once it breaks can one see more of the world's truth." Song Shuhang muttered to himself.

At this moment, his great heart came into play.

First, he gathered up all the remaining Body Tempering Liquid from the hot pot, not leaving behind a single drop. For now... he did not dare drink this stuff again.

Then he went to take a shower.

While showering, he also discovered that his reflection in the mirror... seemed much fairer and more delicate? His skin was fair with a rosy flush, radiating a healthy sheen. It was even smoother and more tender than a girl's!

This was troublesome. When his roommates came back from strolling around later and saw that he had suddenly become so much fairer in one afternoon, how was he supposed to explain it? Should he say he had applied some new whitening cream?

All right, none of that was important.

What mattered was... everyone in the Nine Provinces Number One Group was a true cultivator ahhh!

Sure enough, he simply could not calm down!

How could he possibly remain composed? Anyone who encountered something like this would not have fared any better than him.

A chat group he had believed to be a gathering place for chuunibyou patients obsessed with immortal heroes had suddenly transformed. Every member of the group had become a genuine cultivator, and the group had suddenly become so lofty and grand.

This was far more thrilling than winning five million in the lottery.

Compared with cultivation, five million really was not even worth a hair.

The two boxes of medicinal ingredients Soft Feather had given him were already worth far more than that.

What should he do next?

He knew that cultivation truly existed in this world. He knew that wondrous medicinal ingredients truly existed between heaven and earth. He knew there were all kinds of miraculous elixirs. He even knew that the Nine Provinces Number One Group existed!

Song Shuhang asked himself what he should do now.

He went to the computer and logged into his chat account.

He took a deep breath and slid his finger across the Nine Provinces Number One Group in the chat software. The ignorant had nothing to fear; only by knowing more did one develop a heart of fear. His finger stopped over the Nine Provinces Number One Group's icon—clicking into it this time held a completely different meaning from before.

Now, a great gate leading away from ordinary mortals lay beneath his finger, on the screen of this computer!

He had two choices.

Should he live an ordinary, uneventful life as a regular person?

Or should he come into deeper contact with the cultivators in the Nine Provinces Number One Group, integrate into their world, become a cultivator, and embark on that dangerous path of cultivation?

Cultivation was dangerous. Never mind anything else—there was at least such a thing as the Heavenly Tribulation. The Tribulation Lightning that Su Clan's Sixteen of H City had faced had been so terrifying, yet it had only been a Third-Grade Houtian Tribulation Lightning.

Su Clan's Sixteen had Senior A-Qi guarding her side, but she had still failed at Tribulation Transcendence and been injured. Without Senior Su Clan's Seven present, her life or death would have been impossible to predict.

As for Song Shuhang himself, he had no such powerful senior to rely on. If he encountered such terrifying Tribulation Lightning, perhaps not even his corpse would remain intact.

Song Shuhang hesitated... for one second!

Then he forcefully clicked on the Nine Provinces Number One Group's icon.