Medicine King Constitution?

Carrying two briefcases, Zhou Ze returned to the Training Hall and locked the main doors from the inside. He shut down all communications.

For some reason, although he'd once been desperate to improve himself at any cost, he was now remarkably calm. Maybe things had come too easily, or maybe the cheat had given him confidence. Perhaps he'd grown complacent.

"Click~"

Zhou Ze opened the briefcase containing the Dragon Blood, took out the wooden box, and lifted the lid. Inside was a test tube secured in foam and sealed with a stopper.

"This stuff seems really painful. Luo Feng passed out before he could even endure it..."

Zhou Ze smiled, pulled out the stopper, and used his Psychic Power to draw out the golden liquid. It flowed from the test tube and hovered in the air without spilling a single drop.

He quickly spread the golden liquid over his upper body. Before long, he felt the places he'd covered begin to heat up.

"Here we go!"

Zhou Ze took a deep breath and felt waves of heat rush along his skin, quickly spreading throughout his body.

The heat grew stronger and stronger, and his body temperature kept rising!

Pain struck at once. Zhou Ze felt as if he were being flayed alive, as though countless ants were biting at every inch of his body, inside and out.

Aching, numbness, heat, swelling—his whole body convulsed again and again...

"This feeling of getting stronger is incredible!"

The intense pain was unbearable, but the feeling of his strength steadily increasing overwhelmed it.

Zhou Ze could clearly feel impurities and dead cells being expelled from his body, forming grime on his skin. His bones, tendons, muscles, skin, and internal organs were all undergoing a transformation, growing stronger by the moment.

He'd faced countless life-and-death crises in the Wilderness Zone without gaining so much as a sliver of strength. Now he could clearly feel his physical abilities improving with every passing moment. It was wonderful—so wonderful that even the pain brought him pleasure.

What was pain? Just part of the journey. If it could keep making him stronger, he'd gladly endure it forever.

Before he'd gained his cheat, no one could understand his despair. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reach Senior War General Level. To ordinary people, becoming a warrior was already an incredible achievement, and even among warriors, a mid-level War General was a rare figure.

If he hadn't been a transmigrator, if he hadn't known this world so well, he might have been merely dissatisfied with his lot. But he knew it all. He knew the Primordial Universe, the Immortal Gods, the Virtual Universe Company. He knew this was Swallowing Starry Sky.

How could he accept being ordinary?

Pain always seemed to drag on, while joy never lasted long.

Only after he felt the Dragon Blood's effects fade completely did Zhou Ze finally stand up, a little regretfully.

"I wonder how strong my body is now."

Zhou Ze walked over to the Punch Force Tester in the corner of the Training Hall. It was the highest-end model available, capable of withstanding the force of a Senior War God's punch.

Back then, he'd been ambitious and convinced he'd never remain at Warrior Level forever. If he was going to buy one, he might as well buy the best. Looking back, he realized he'd made the right call.

He shook his head, then moved. Without using any special Force Emission technique, he simply unleashed his body's raw strength to the limit. His fist shot out like a cannonball, slamming into the target with a sonic boom.

Bang!

After a dull thud, Zhou Ze immediately looked at the display:

"69102KG".

The threshold for a Junior War God was 64,000 kilograms. He was well above it, comfortably within War God Level.

Bang!

Zhou Ze threw another punch, and the number on the Punch Force Tester changed again:

"622037KG".

That was more than a hundred thousand kilograms above the basic punch force of a Senior War God. Even an average mid-level War God using Force Emission would usually only reach this level.

"My Psychic Power hasn't improved nearly as much as my physical strength."

Zhou Ze sent a flying knife crashing into the Punch Force Tester. It struck with a clang, and the force appeared on the display:

"29343KG".

He'd previously tested his Psychic Power attacks at around 25,000 kilograms. In other words, his Psychic Power had only increased by about 4,000 kilograms.

"Never mind. Psychic Power improved passively as my body grew stronger, so any increase is a good thing. Psychic Power is much harder to improve than physical strength, and I don't even have a way to train it."

After a quick test of his approximate strength following the Dragon Blood, Zhou Ze took a deep breath, forced down his excitement, and opened the other briefcase.

Compared to the precautions taken with the Dragon Blood, the Heart of Grass and Wood was handled casually. After all, the thing was really hard. What surprised Zhou Ze was that a flying knife had been left beside it!

Judging by its model, it was an SS-grade flying knife.

"That little guy really thought of everything..." Zhou Ze felt a warmth in his heart.

The SS-grade flying knife flashed like lightning as it pierced the egg-sized Millennium Willow Heart. Its essence slowly seeped out, and Zhou Ze used his Psychic Power to suspend it before his eyes.

Once he'd drawn out all the essence, Zhou Ze opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

Unlike the pain of using Dragon Blood, the essence of the Millennium Willow Heart caused no pain at all. Instead, it felt cool and soothing, as though countless jade hands were massaging him.

This transformation was even more intense than the one brought on by the Dragon Blood. His body changed inside and out, and his genes and cells continued to evolve...

Zhou Ze could clearly feel his Psychic Power improving passively as well.

After a long while, the transformation ended. Zhou Ze had to admit that he preferred this gentle way of getting stronger to enduring pain.

Next, Zhou Ze tested his strength again.

His Psychic Power hadn't improved much, but at least it had reached Senior War General Level. The improvement in his physical strength, however, surprised him.

"Two hundred and sixty thousand kilograms? That's a huge increase. Could I have some kind of Medicine King Constitution, letting me absorb the effects of pills and natural treasures better than ordinary people?"

It was already nearly mid-August.

The closer it got, the heavier Zhou Ze's heart felt.

As usual, he gazed up at the sky. It was dotted with stars, just as it always was. One thing was certain: since the Great Nirvana, the stars had shone much more brightly than before.

"Around this time, not long after Luo Feng buys the Water of Life, the Golden-Horned Giant Beast will descend on Earth!"

When he'd read the novel and fanfiction before, he'd always assumed Luo Feng would have a smooth journey, just like in the original story. But now that he'd transmigrated here, it was hard not to worry.

And when the time came, he'd face a choice: should he tell Luo Feng where the Golden-Horned Giant Beast's Life Core was?

If he did, Earth's crisis would probably be resolved. But if he didn't... What if something really went wrong? He was genuinely afraid of that possibility...

"Phew..."

Since Zhou Ze had once returned from the brink of death, he'd increasingly come to realize that knowing the plot and the future wasn't always a good thing.

It wasn't that he lacked faith in Luo Feng. It was just that, because Zhou Ze existed, Luo Feng had already strayed from the path he'd originally taken. Some unexpected turn of events was only natural.