It was as if ten thousand grass-mud horses were stampeding through his heart. It took him a long moment to react before he finally choked out, "Pervert!"
Jiang Chen didn't stop. He was having a grand old time running.
After another two laps, he finally stopped and put the stone roller back where it belonged.
He was panting like an ox, drenched in sweat from head to toe, but he felt wonderfully exhilarated.
He hadn't used any of the Soul Power inside him during that workout. He'd relied purely on his physical strength to carry the heavy stone roller for ten laps.
Now that he'd stopped and circulated his Soul Power, he immediately felt incredibly refreshed. His whole body tingled and itched, and his physique seemed to be slowly growing stronger.
The Corpse Core in his dantian turned slowly, absorbing the Soul Power flowing back from his meridians while releasing more to nourish Jiang Chen's body.
Looking at the half-black, half-golden bead, Jiang Chen found it rather strange. Could a bead fused with heavenly lightning still be called a Corpse Core?
He'd tried before, but he couldn't control the bead at all. He could only passively let it refine the Soul Power he cultivated.
Thinking of that Zombie's heaven-defying cultivation, he knew the bead had to be an extraordinary treasure. It was a pity he couldn't make use of it.
As he was thinking, he suddenly caught sight of Tang San's clumsy movements.
Tang San was standing in his own courtyard, holding a struggling rabbit in his left hand and a cleaver in his right. He didn't seem to know where to start.
Watching Jiang Chen eat meat and fish every day, Tang San had only recently realized just how badly he lacked nutrition. He wasn't exactly gaunt and sallow, but he wasn't far off.
On top of that, he was learning blacksmithing from his father, and it took an enormous toll on his stamina. Living on porridge and plain fare every day, he felt like his body was about to be drained dry.
With his skills, catching a few animals was no challenge. The gray rabbit in his hands was the result of today's efforts.
Tang Hao stood off to the side with his arms crossed, showing no sign of helping.
He was a rough sort of man. He knew how to kill people, but he really had no experience butchering a little rabbit.
Tang San agonized over it for a long while before finally making up his mind. He pressed the rabbit's head to the ground and raised his cleaver, ready to bring it down.
"Tang San, what are you doing?" Jiang Chen asked curiously as he walked in.
Tang San stopped what he was doing and said awkwardly, "I'm killing a rabbit."
Jiang Chen was at a loss for words. Luckily, Tang San hadn't met Xiao Wu yet, or Xiao Wu would definitely have beaten him to a pulp.
"Look at you. Your hands are as clumsy as your feet. Let me do it."
Tang San's eyes lit up. He quickly handed over the rabbit and cleaver. He'd seen Jiang Chen's knife skills and cooking the day before.
Thinking about how he'd soon get to eat his fill again, Tang San couldn't help swallowing.
"What are you standing around for? Hold its four legs down for me," Jiang Chen ordered.
"Coming right up!" Tang San eagerly hurried over to help.
Tang Hao watched the two busy little figures nearby, looking rather pleased.
"Xiao Chen, stay here for lunch," Tang Hao said.
"I'd like to, but I have to go back and cook for Grandpa," Jiang Chen said with a helpless blink.
Tang Hao was at a loss for words. He could only say, "Then bring that old ba—cough, bring your grandpa along too."
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