"Huff, huff—"
The small room had almost turned into a steam chamber.
Thick white vapor filled the entire space, making it feel like a sauna to anyone stepping inside.
Lu Sheng was clearly the source of all that steam.
Every pore on his body was radiating intense heat, making him look like a kettle at full boil.
Through the hazy mist, one could see the muscles on Lu Sheng's body slowly and rhythmically trembling.
It was as if they were breathing, gradually becoming fuller and more defined.
The explosive power contained beneath his skin could practically be felt with the naked eye.
Soon, Lu Sheng completed his final movement.
But he didn't open his eyes. Instead, he remained seated in a meditative posture.
His chest rose and fell steadily, white vapor surging into his nose and exhaling from his mouth, snaking through the room like ethereal serpents.
No one knew how long had passed before the steam began to fade, and Lu Sheng slowly opened his eyes.
"This Starforge Body Art truly lives up to its name as the supreme body-tempering technique from ten thousand years in the future. Its ability to unlock the human body's potential is simply unbelievable...
If I keep going like this, I might really be able to gestate a star within my body…"
"And this Nature's Pulse Breathing is just as miraculous. It seems to have an incredible restorative effect. Without its support, the body-tempering technique wouldn't have worked nearly as well…"
Lu Sheng clenched his fist tightly, feeling the explosive power between his fingers and palm, a trace of joy appearing on his face.
"My Vitality Index has improved a lot again.
The Blood-Nourishing Muscle Tonic is really effective. With my current constitution, two doses a day is just about right—any more and I wouldn't be able to absorb it all.
So that means twelve doses will last me six days. After that, I'll need to find a way to prepare more."
Ding-ling-ling—
His phone rang from the side.
Lu Sheng picked it up.
"Yes."
"When? A week from now."
Before the other person could say more, Lu Sheng calmly hung up.
The call was from that youth from Hall of Kindness who had secretly rented his mixing room.
Apparently, their young mistress now wanted to meet him.
Lu Sheng said he was fine with it, but it would have to wait until the next time he needed to use the mixing room.
"Time to fully focus on cultivation."
Lu Sheng had not forgotten the burden he carried on his shoulders.
...
"How did it go? What did he say?"
He Lingsu stared at Ma Fei with an eager look.
"Ugh, give me the phone—I'll talk to him myself!"
He Lingsu snatched the phone from Ma Fei, but before she could do anything, Ma Fei sighed helplessly.
"He already hung up."
"Then call him back!"
He Lingsu refused to give up, but soon after dialing, the phone prompted, "The number you have dialed is currently powered off."
"Aaagh, this is driving me crazy!"
He Lingsu smacked Ma Fei's phone twice in frustration, making him wince in pain.
Miss, that's my phone. If you want to smash something, smash your own.
"Miss He, actually… he already agreed to meet with us…"
"What?!"
He Lingsu's eyes lit up. "Really?! What did he say?"
"He said yes… but it'll have to be a week from now."
"A week?"
The excitement on He Lingsu's face quickly faded.
"A week is too long. Too many things could go wrong. No way."
She shook her head.
She had just recently been beaten to the punch by someone else—just half a day late.
A whole week?
That's enough time for everything to go cold.
"Miss He, it's not about what we want right now. It's about what he wants. He holds all the leverage…"
Ma Fei patiently explained.
"I know we don't have the leverage," He Lingsu said coldly. "But I can't afford to wait a week."
She then ordered Ma Fei, "From now on, your job is to help me find that master—fast.
For every day earlier you find him, I'll give you a bonus of five… no, ten thousand yuan!"
"Seriously?!"
Ma Fei immediately perked up at the mention of a reward.
"Miss He, you better not go back on your word!"
"When have I ever gone back on my word?"
He Lingsu was visibly irritated. Right now, her emotions were a mix of excitement, tension, urgency, and anxiety. It was the kind of emotional rollercoaster that was hard to explain to anyone else.
While Ma Fei gleefully calculated how much he could earn, a thought suddenly occurred to him. He asked hesitantly, "Miss He, could there be a mistake? The guy who borrowed the mixing room from me… he's just a teenager—a high schooler… could he really be the pharmaceutical master you're talking about?"
"A student, huh?…"
He Lingsu's brows furrowed slightly, and she muttered to herself, "Then perhaps… there's a pharmaceutical master supporting him from behind..."
"Ohh…"
Ma Fei nodded, only half understanding.
...
"A scholarship?!"
At the dinner table, Lu Dahai, Zheng Yufen, and Lu Qinghe stared wide-eyed at Lu Sheng like he was telling them a fantasy story.
"You mean… you used the scholarship to buy this for me?"
Lu Dahai held a white, flashlight-like device in his hand, still in disbelief.
"It's a blood moxibustion device," Lu Sheng corrected him, then placed two thousand yuan on the table. "I had two thousand left over. Here, for Mom as grocery money."
"There's even money left over?!"
Lu Dahai widened his eyes, wondering if his vision or hearing was playing tricks on him.
Zheng Yufen, on the other hand, was overjoyed. She scooped up the money like a treasure and gave Lu Sheng two big kisses on the cheek.
"My son actually earned a scholarship! Amazing…"
Beside them, Lu Qinghe couldn't help but mutter, "What kind of scholarship gives that much money? And what scholarship could you possibly get…"
"Most Improved Student Award. My Vitality Index has been rising fast lately, so they gave it to me."
Lu Sheng lied without even blinking.
Lu Qinghe clearly didn't buy it and wanted to question further, but after meeting Lu Sheng's eyes, she chose to shut up.
Lu Dahai and Zheng Yufen, on the other hand, completely believed him.
After all, Lu Sheng had changed a lot recently—especially his appetite. It was through the roof!
They had noticed all these changes. And with their son now claiming to have won an award, what reason did they have to doubt him?
"You should've used the money to buy some tonics instead of this blood-whatever device. What a waste…"
"C'mon, it's the first time our son got a scholarship—what's wrong with buying a gift for you? Besides, haven't you been complaining about back pain lately? This is perfect for that. I saw on TV, they say this thing works wonders…"
"How good could it possibly be…"
Lu Dahai grumbled about wasting money, but his heart was secretly blooming with joy.
Before dinner was even over, he had already run to the couch with the blood moxibustion device, fiddling with it like a kid with a new toy.
Zheng Yufen was all smiles too, counting the two thousand yuan over and over like it was a precious fortune, muttering about saving it for Lu Sheng's future college expenses.
Lu Sheng quietly observed all of this, feeling a wave of peace and warmth in his heart.
All his relentless cultivation was for one simple reason—so his family could live a better life.
So his father Lu Dahai could work less.
So his mother Zheng Yufen wouldn't have to stress over money every day.
So his little sister Lu Qinghe—
Lu Sheng turned to glance at her.
Lu Qinghe was sneakily staring at him. When she noticed his gaze, she immediately turned away, pretending to be cold and indifferent.
Well, maybe not her—for now.
Lu Sheng silently added in his heart: Let's wait until she grows up a bit more.
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