Chapter 1029: Wei Zheng: What's Going On Here?
The morning bell of Chang'an rang out.
Zhang Qi opened his eyes and saw the rising sun outside the window.
He suddenly sat up, feeling as light as a feather. Even his breathing had become deep and unhurried.
He lowered his head and looked at his hands.
The thin layer of calluses that had formed from years of holding brushes and fiddling with mechanical parts had completely vanished.
In its place was a texture as warm and smooth as jade.
He tried clenching his fist again.
His knuckles crackled like popping beans.
It was not the sound of bones grinding together, but sonic booms produced as his muscles and fascia tightened in an instant, compressing the air.
"With this kind of strength, if I called Old Qin over for an arm-wrestling match now, I could probably beat him too."
Zhang Qi smiled, feeling utterly refreshed.
Golden Core Stage.
Just as he had expected, he had truly formed a Golden Core in a single night.
And that was only because he had deliberately slowed his advancement so his body could gradually adapt.
Spiritual power flowed through his meridians like mercury, every drop nourishing this body that had once belonged to an ordinary mortal.
"Master? You're awake?"
Just then, the wooden door creaked open.
The maid Xiaochan entered carrying a brass basin of water, with steam still rising from the snow-white towel draped over its rim.
Xiaochan had barely taken two steps closer when she abruptly froze.
Her eyes widened as she stared at Zhang Qi sitting on the edge of the bed as if he were some monster, even forgetting to breathe.
"What's wrong? Seen a ghost?"
Zhang Qi raised an eyebrow.
"N-No—"
Xiaochan stammered, her gaze sweeping repeatedly over Zhang Qi's face.