Medicine King Constitution?

Carrying two briefcases, Zhou Ze returned to the training hall from earlier, locked the door, and shut down all communication signals.

For some reason, the desperate drive to improve himself that had consumed him before was now replaced by an unusual calm. Maybe it was because it had come too easily, or perhaps the cheat gave him the confidence to take things in stride.

"Click~"

Zhou Ze opened the briefcase containing the Dragon Blood, took out the wooden box inside, and lifted the lid. Inside, secured by foam, was a test tube stoppered with a cork.

"This stuff is supposed to hurt like hell. Even Luo Feng couldn't take it and passed out..."

Zhou Ze smiled, pulled out the stopper, and covered it with his telekinesis. The golden blood was drawn directly out of the test tube, floating in the air without a single drop spilling.

He quickly smeared the golden liquid over his upper body. Soon, he felt the areas where it had been applied begin to heat up.

"Here we go!"

Zhou Ze took a deep breath, feeling waves of heat flowing from the smeared skin, rapidly merging into every part of his body.

The heat surged stronger, his body temperature climbing higher!

Pain descended immediately. Zhou Ze felt as though he was being sliced apart indiscriminately, or like countless ants were gnawing at every inch of his body, inside and out.

Numbness, soreness, heat, swelling—his whole body convulsed without pause...

"This feeling of improvement—it's incredible!!"

The excruciating pain was hard to bear, but the sensation of his strength constantly growing overpowered even that agony!

Zhou Ze could clearly feel impurities and waste cells being expelled from his body, forming a layer of grime on his skin. His muscles, tendons, bones, skin, organs—everything was undergoing a relentless transformation.

In the wilderness zone, he had faced countless life-and-death crises for barely a sliver of improvement. Now, he could distinctly feel his physical fitness rising every moment. This feeling was so wonderful that even the pain brought him joy.

What was pain? Just the road he had walked. If this kind of suffering could keep boosting his strength, he would gladly endure it forever.

Before he got the cheat, no one could understand his despair. Even giving his all, he could never reach the Senior War General Level. In the eyes of ordinary people, becoming a martial artist was a big deal, and an Intermediate War General was a rare existence even among martial artists.

If he weren't a transmigrator, if he weren't familiar with this world, he might have just felt a bit dissatisfied. But he knew all of this—knew this original universe, knew about the undying gods, knew about the Virtual Universe Company, knew this was Swallowing Starry Skies.

How could he calmly accept being ordinary?

Pain always felt slow, and joy always passed quickly.

Feeling the Dragon Blood's effects completely fade, Zhou Ze stood up with a hint of regret.

"I wonder what level my physical fitness is at now."

Zhou Ze walked to the corner of the training hall where the punching force tester stood. This machine was the highest-end model, capable of withstanding the force of a Senior War God.

Back then, he had been arrogant, thinking he wouldn't stay stuck at the War General level forever, so he might as well buy the best. Looking back now, it had been the right call.

Shaking his head, Zhou Ze moved. No special technique—just pure, explosive physical strength. His fist shot out like a cannonball, accompanied by a sonic boom, slamming into the punching target.

Thud!

A dull sound rang out, and Zhou Ze immediately looked at the display:

"69102KG."

The baseline for a Junior War God was 64,000 kilograms. This already exceeded that threshold by a fair margin—definitely solid War God level.

Thud!

Zhou Ze threw another punch. The numbers on the tester changed again:

"622037KG."

This surpassed the basic punching force of a Senior War God by over a hundred thousand kilograms. Even an average Intermediate War God using force amplification would usually be around this level.

"Compared to the huge leap in physical fitness, my telekinetic improvement is pretty mediocre."

Zhou Ze controlled a flying dagger to strike the punching force tester. Clang! The force appeared on the display:

"29343KG."

Previously, Zhou Ze had tested his telekinetic attack power at around 25,000 kilograms. That meant his telekinetic strength had only increased by about 4,000 kilograms.

"Forget it. Telekinesis improves passively as my body gets stronger. It's good enough that there's any improvement at all. Telekinesis is way harder to train than physical fitness, and I don't even have a cultivation method for it yet."

After roughly testing his strength after using the Dragon Blood, Zhou Ze took a deep breath, suppressed his excitement, and opened the other briefcase.

Compared to the Dragon Blood's protective measures, the Heart of Grass and Wood was handled more casually—after all, that thing was really tough. What surprised Zhou Ze was that beside the Heart of Grass and Wood, there was actually a flying dagger left behind!

Judging by the model number, it was an SS-grade flying dagger.

"That kid's really thoughtful..." Zhou Ze felt a warmth in his heart.

The SS-grade flying dagger shot out like a bolt of lightning, piercing the egg-sized Millennium Willow Heart. The essence liquid inside slowly flowed out, suspended before Zhou Ze under his control.

After extracting all the essence, Zhou Ze opened his mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.

Unlike the pain from using Dragon Blood, the essence of the Millennium Willow Heart brought no suffering at all—only a cool, comfortable sensation, as if countless jade hands were massaging him.

This transformation was even more intense than the one from the Dragon Blood. His body underwent constant change inside and out—genes, cells, all sublimating...

Zhou Ze could clearly feel his telekinesis passively improving as well.

After a long while, the transformation ended. Zhou Ze admitted that compared to gaining strength through pain, he much preferred this gentle method.

Next, Zhou Ze tested his strength again.

His telekinesis hadn't improved much, but at least it had stepped into the Senior War General Level. However, the boost to his physical constitution caught him quite off guard.

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

In the blink of an eye, it was already nearing mid-August.

The closer this time drew, the heavier Zhou Ze's heart became.

As usual, he looked up at the sky. The stars were also scattered across it as always—ever since the Great Nirvana, the stars in the sky had been much brighter than before it, at least.

"At this point in time, not long after Luo Feng buys the Water of Life, the Golden-Horned Giant Beast is going to descend on Earth!"

Back when he read the original novel and fanfics, he always felt Luo Feng would sail through smoothly like in the source material. But now that he'd actually transmigrated, it was really hard not to worry.

And when the time came, he'd also have to face a choice: whether or not to tell Luo Feng where the Golden-Horned Giant Beast's Life Core was.

If he told him, Earth's crisis could probably be resolved. But if he didn't... what if, really... he was truly terrified of that "what if"...

"Phew..."

Ever since Zhou Ze had come back from the clutches of death once, he increasingly felt that sometimes, knowing the plot and the future was really not a good thing.

It wasn't that he had no faith in Luo Feng. It was that, because of his own existence, Luo Feng had already deviated from his original path. Some unexpected twists were only to be expected.