This Guy Was a Werewolf

Zhou Wen thought he had seen ruthless people.

But the guy in the shop today was definitely a werewolf.

One notch beyond ruthless.

When those scissors came down, he did not even furrow his brow. Ruthless enough.

Vitality, energy, and spirit +1!

"Treat the wound."

Jiang Changkong bared his teeth in a grimace. It hurt.

Of course, he had not brought those scissors down to show how ruthless he was.

For the sake of vitality, energy, and spirit, he could only go all out.

"Oh, oh."

The woman in white was stunned stupid. A green light lit up in her hand and sank into the wound.

Oh!

His whole body felt warm, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

The wound itched a little, but soon it stopped itching.

He looked at the wound as it healed at flying speed.

In less than a minute, aside from his torn clothes, the wound had completely healed.

It did not even leave a scar.

What was even more unusual was that he did not feel weak. He was full of energy.

He had found a good place.

Jiang Changkong asked, "Will the clinic still be open tomorrow?"

A bad feeling rose in the woman in white's heart. "It will. What are you planning to do?"

"When I get back, I'll help advertise for you."

After Jiang Changkong finished speaking, he picked up the chicken and fish and left.

"Amazing. What an amazing healing method."

Some customers outside happened to see this scene and hurried inside.

"You're not injured," the young man Zhou Wen said.

"I am. I just broke a little skin." The customer's old face did not redden as he held up a finger with a little broken skin.

The woman in white said nothing either. With a flick of her hand, a green light healed it.

Business suddenly improved quite a bit.

The two of them stayed busy for two whole hours before there were no more customers at the door.

"That person just now—you found him?" the woman in white asked.

She felt that Jiang Changkong was a shill Zhou Wen had found.

Who would come in and immediately be so ruthless to himself, just to let her show off her medical skills?

"Really wasn't me."

Zhou Wen's cheek twitched as he said, "I was dumbfounded just now too."

"He'll come again tomorrow?"

"From the looks of it, maybe."

The woman in white stopped talking, and Zhou Wen did not speak again either.

Jiang Changkong had no idea what the two of them were thinking.

He also admired himself for being so impulsive.

It was the first time he had struck at himself. It hurt quite a bit.

Fortunately, there had been a gain.

He had originally wanted to use the chicken and fish to test it, but the other party was unwilling.

So he could only use himself as the experiment. Stab someone else?

Better forget that idea.

Seeing the miraculous nature of the other party's green light, and then thinking of her identity—

A martial artist, and one who had cultivated Star Power!

If he was ruthless enough to himself, he could absolutely go to the clinic and farm his vitality, energy, and spirit to the limit.

The treatment from that green light left him brimming with energy.

He could completely farm more.

Compared to his predecessor playing himself to death, stabbing himself a few times should be no problem.

After he killed the chicken and fish, what drifted in the air was only 0.2 and 0.1.

There was still 1 in the chicken's body, while the fish only had 0.6.

He extracted half, adding it to the essence, energy, and spirit he had farmed earlier.

Total: 10.5.

He started cooking. After extracting half of their essence, energy, and spirit, the chicken and fish could still be eaten; they just were not very fresh anymore.

He made do with a few bites, and the sky had already gone dark.

When he transmigrated over, it had already been evening.

Jiang Changkong felt tired. The injuries on his body had not healed, and once night came, drowsiness started to wash over him.

He climbed into bed to sleep, pondering what path he should take next.

If the woman in white could heal injuries without limit, then he could farm points without limit.

Ordinary poultry contained too little essence, energy, and spirit.

If there were Star Demons—forget it. For that, he would have to enter Martial Arts School, or have the strength to leave the city.

As he thought and thought, Jiang Changkong fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he got up early.

Jiang Changkong first went to buy breakfast: three buns and a cup of soy milk.

After eating, he went to the vegetable market, where freshly slaughtered meats had just been laid out.

He fished out 4.5 essence, energy, and spirit.

He bought a dagger.

Leaving the vegetable market, he went to Yingji Clinic.

The clinic had only just opened. There were still the same two people, idly staring into space in boredom.

"The werewolf is here."

Zhou Wen called out in a low voice.

The woman in white looked toward Jiang Changkong. "Don't deliberately—"

Pfft.

Before she finished speaking, the dagger stabbed into his thigh.

"Heal me."

Essence, energy, and spirit +1.5

Jiang Changkong looked at the woman in white expectantly.

The woman in white: "..."

Zhou Wen looked at him with a face full of horror.

Too ruthless. Didn't it hurt?

Another beam of green light scattered over him, and the woman in white was just about to speak.

Pfft.

Another stab.

Essence, energy, and spirit +1.2

17.5 now.

A few dozen more stabs, and he would be able to improve himself.

"Wait a moment."

This time, after healing his injury, the woman in white pinched the dagger between two fingers. "Who exactly sent you here?"

"I came on my own." Jiang Changkong looked at her strangely.

"If you keep mutilating yourself like this, I won't help you next time," the woman in white said with a frown.

Jiang Changkong was helpless. "I'm training Iron Cloth Shirt."

"..."

Was this how Iron Cloth Shirt was trained?

By stabbing yourself with a knife?

"He can give you some pointers."

The woman in white released the dagger, even wiping her fingers off to the side before pointing at Zhou Wen. "Iron Cloth Shirt isn't trained like this."

Zhou Wen spoke at just the right time. "Iron Cloth Shirt requires training your ability to withstand blows. You keep stabbing the same spot with those cuts, so it doesn't really—"

Pfft.

"This time I changed the spot."

Zhou Wen: "..."

Ruthless.

Essence, energy, and spirit: 18.6.

"If you keep doing this, I really won't treat you anymore."

The woman in white healed him again, then shook her head and said, "Let Zhou Wen help you train. Iron Cloth Shirt is for withstanding blows, not getting stabbed with knives."

"Brother, I'll take you to practice. My Iron Cloth Shirt is at the perfected level, so I can give you pointers."

Zhou Wen grabbed him and led him toward the back.

The woman in white had already seized his dagger.

The two of them passed through the back door. Behind it was a small courtyard.

Zhou Wen sighed. "You really weren't hired by someone to help Sister Ziling improve her healing ability?"

Jiang Changkong looked at him in confusion. "Improve her healing ability?"

"Sister Ziling recently hunted a Star Demon and researched a healing ability from inside the Star Demon's body. She's improving it right now."

Zhou Wen explained, "At the school, there are people who deliberately injure themselves and come looking for Sister Ziling."

Jiang Changkong came to a realization. "I'm really not. I really am doing this to practice Iron Cloth Shirt."

Zhou Wen: "..."

Couldn't you find a normal reason?

Was Iron Cloth Shirt something you trained by stabbing yourself with a knife?

Looking at Zhou Wen, Jiang Changkong felt a little uneasy and explained, "Don't worry. I have no interest in that female doctor, and no one sent me."

"What are you thinking? You think I'm pursuing Senior Ziling?"

Zhou Wen rolled his eyes and said, "If you've got the skill, you go pursue her. The Martial Arts School would thank you."

"??"

Such a beautiful woman, and she could heal too. No one was pursuing her? Was the Martial Arts School blind?

A rippling smile appeared on Zhou Wen's face. "The one I like is another senior. I want to ask Senior Ziling to put in a few good words for me."

Fine, this had nothing to do with me.

Jiang Changkong only wanted to train Iron Cloth Shirt properly. "Can you really help me cultivate?"

"Don't worry. Senior Ziling already said so."

Zhou Wen thumped his chest and said, "You can count as having helped Senior Ziling out too, opening up business for the clinic. I'll help you."

Iron Cloth Shirt focused on full-body defense.

Only when it was trained until the whole body was impervious to blades and spears could it be considered perfected.

Of course, those blades and spears were ancient blades and spears.

As for modern blades and spears, even that dagger of his that had been taken away could not be blocked by a perfected Iron Cloth Shirt.

"Adjust your breathing rhythm. I'm going to strike."

Zhou Wen's expression turned serious as he spoke.

"Come on."

Jiang Changkong adjusted his breathing and took a horse stance.

Bang.

Zhou Wen's palm landed on his chest, but it did not knock him back.

A surge of force rushed into his body, then spread through his limbs and bones.

Every part of his body was taking force, yet all of it remained within the range he could endure.

Under normal circumstances, that would have been the case. But right now, Jiang Changkong was not normal.

Pfft.

A mouthful of bloody water sprayed out.

There were too many hidden injuries on his body. "Strong on the outside, hollow within" suited him best.

With the slightest carelessness, this seemingly healthy person would once again drop dead.

"How are you?" Zhou Wen's expression changed, and he hurriedly supported him. "I didn't use much force."

"I'm fine."

Jiang Changkong waved a hand. Of course he knew Zhou Wen had not used much force.

This body riddled with a thousand holes and a hundred wounds—looked like he had to use essence, energy, and spirit first.

Iron Cloth Shirt, minor achievement: 2/40.

That palm strike just now had raised him by 1 point.

This impact resistance was useful after all.

All of it was added to his essence, energy, and spirit—Iron Cloth Shirt, minor mastery 20.6/40.

A not-insignificant force surged up from within him, and his strength increased somewhat as well.

Threads of light glimmered over his skin, and quite a few of the hidden injuries inside his body were also eliminated. He no longer had to worry about dropping dead.

Zhou Wen said in surprise, "Your Iron Cloth Shirt improved?"