I'm Not a Muscle Monster

As long as it was all right.

Chen Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief.

After the three of them polished off the spirit rice, they went back to Chen Zhuo's Cave Abode. He took out eighty-five Spirit Stones, and they completed the transaction discreetly.

Chen Zhuo got the medicine, while Liang Ningwan and Liang Ninghong got the Spirit Stones.

Perfect.

To be fair, Chen Zhuo had been generous.

Normally, a thousand Spirit Coins came to about eighty-three Spirit Stones. Chen Zhuo had given them two extra.

For the sake of their friendship as classmates.

Of course, there was also the fact that Chen Zhuo might lack other things, but Spirit Stones were not one of them.

After all, Spirit Stones...

To put it bluntly, if Chen Zhuo called out at Sword Gate, someone would probably hand him an entire Spirit Stone mine.

They had paid ten Spirit Coins for his meal, and it was worth keeping up their friendship. If this Body-Tempering Potion proved effective, he might keep buying from the Liang Household.

Liang Ninghong had brought the Storage Bag belonging to their father, Director Liang, a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, so packing away the Spirit Stones was easy. Once they were packed, Chen Zhuo looked at Liang Ninghong and, after a long pause, reminded him, "Senior Liang, your lips look a little purple. There might be something wrong with your heart. Get it checked when you have time."

"Something wrong with my heart?"

Liang Ninghong froze, then scoffed. "Who do you think I am, True Person Xuefeng, the pillar of Soul Cultivators? Bet you can't even outrun me."

Okay.

Hope you're still around next time we meet, and haven't turned into a corpse.

Chen Zhuo nodded. He said nothing more to Liang Ninghong, merely smiling as he watched him and