Eruption

"Hey, Mr. Happy, could you be a little gentler?"

Little Spider sat on the sofa after taking off his suit, covered in bruises and wounds. His physique was indeed far beyond ordinary, but that did not mean he had a body of steel. Violent impacts could still injure him.

Happy carefully applied a box of ointment to Little Spider's wounds, and the bruises visibly faded at a rapid pace.

"Whoa, what kind of ointment is this? It works so well! Whenever I got hurt before, I never dared get medicine. I could only recover slowly on my own. If I got hurt on my face, I wouldn't even dare face Aunt May. I was afraid she'd think I'd gotten into a fight with my classmates."

Little Spider said this in amazement. In truth, ever since he had accidentally crushed the metal armrest of a chair, the big guys on the school football team had never dared provoke him again.

After hearing about it, the football coach had even wanted to recruit him for the team, but he had refused. After all, he was too strong physically. One careless move might hurt someone else.

Seeing the faraway look in Peter's eyes as he drifted off somewhere again, Happy explained, "This ointment is produced in China. Since they began their nationwide cultivation program, their secret realms have gradually opened up as well. This is a product from one of those secret realms."

"Oh? China. Back when they announced that everyone would cultivate, we discussed it intensely. But lately, I haven't seen any news about them online. I thought their plan had failed."

Happy shook his head. "Their progress has gone even more smoothly than planned. It's just that the government is worried their situation could affect our country, so they've controlled public