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The Boiling Blood Beast is a rare Tier 3 ferocious beast that can control flames and manipulate the blood within living beings, making it a powerful existence among ferocious beasts of the same tier.

Its flesh and blood contain a special kind of energy that makes people "blood boil" after eating it.

The unbearable heat and burning sensation that Chen Mochuan had felt earlier came from this.

"Spirit Devouring" continued to operate, gradually absorbing the energy of the Boiling Blood Beast's flesh. His physical condition was gradually improving, and although his blood and qi were still surging, they had returned to a controllable range.

However, the prolonged "tug-of-war" had left him feeling listless and dispirited.

When he sensed that the energy contained in the Boiling Blood Beast meat had been digested by 'Spirit Devourer' by seventy or eighty percent, he put away the stance and collapsed onto the bed.

A wave of intense fatigue washed over him. He took out his personal terminal and replied to Li Biao, who had been sending him a series of inquiries, with "I have something to do today, I won't be going to Mingxin." Then he closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

……

Chen Mochuan didn't know how much time had passed, but he vaguely felt a slight vibration from the personal terminal on his wrist while he was asleep.

He was startled awake from his chaotic dream, and subconsciously raised his hand, issuing a command in a slightly hoarse voice: "Display communications."

The next second, a pale blue holographic projection interface rapidly unfolded in the air in front of him, and a semi-transparent floating screen was clearly displayed.

The number trying to call me is an unfamiliar number.

Chen Mochuan frowned. He had never shared his number with a stranger. Still sleepy, he prepared to cut off the call that was disturbing his sleep.

Just as he was about to give the voice command to "hang up," his gaze inadvertently swept across the communication software module on the projection screen and caught a glimpse of a message Li Biao had sent that afternoon:

"Instructor Feng specifically asked me about your situation and why you didn't come today."

He recalled that when he opened his membership card at Mingxin Martial Arts Hall, he had entered his phone number into the contact information section of his membership information.

"Could it be Coach Feng Shi? I've only been away from the martial arts gym for one day, why is he so concerned?"

This thought prompted him to answer the call, but he soon realized he was wrong. The voice coming from the personal terminal was rather rough and was clearly not Feng Shi.

"Chen Mochuan? I'm Liang Wenbin, the policeman who led the team last night."

I never expected it to be Liang Wenbin. But I left my terminal number when I gave my statement, so it's not surprising that the other party got it.

Not knowing why Liang Wenbin had specifically contacted him, Chen Mochuan mustered his spirits and first expressed his gratitude.

"Team Leader Liang, thank you for the Boiling Blood Beast jerky you gave me yesterday."

"No need to be so formal, just call me Uncle Liang."

Liang Wenbin on the phone seemed like a completely different person, entirely unlike his serious demeanor in real life.

"I forgot to tell you last night, that piece of jerky may look small, but you'd better eat it in several portions, otherwise you'll feel uncomfortable for a long time..."

Liang Wenbin on the other end of the terminal suddenly stopped talking, as if he had just realized what Chen Mochuan had said, "How do you know the jerky is made from Boiling Blood Beast meat?"

Chen Mochuan's heart skipped a beat, and his sleepiness vanished instantly. He hadn't been fully awake when he answered the phone earlier, and had inadvertently blurted out the information analyzed by the golden light screen. He quickly tried to cover it up:

"I noticed that the jerky had an unusual red glow. After eating it, my blood and qi surged throughout my body, just like the 'blood boiling' described in the book. These are all characteristics of the meat of the boiling-blood beast, which is why I was able to guess it."

"You've already eaten the whole piece of jerky?"

"Um."

After a brief silence, Liang Wenbin spoke again, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible concern and scrutiny: "So, are you feeling alright?"

Chen Mochuan initially wanted to give a vague answer, but then he realized that if Liang Wenbin decided to come and check on him, it would be even harder to explain. So he said:

"At first, there were some signs of blood stasis, but I have a solid grasp of the Qi-blood stasis stance. I have been practicing the stance to promote blood circulation. Now, apart from feeling particularly tired and having some soreness in my body, I don't have any other problems."

He was telling the whole truth, but he obscured the details of how and when he digested the information.

"That's good, that's good..." Liang Wenbin said with a sigh of relief, his voice noticeably lighter.

Last night, he thought Chen Mochuan was to his liking, so he gave him meat as a gift, intending to help him improve his blood and energy.

But today, when he thought of Chen Mochuan's blood and qi condition, he realized that he looked like a third-stage martial artist, and the Boiling Blood Beast meat was notoriously difficult to digest.

If one overdoes the nourishment, although it will not cause injury, it will inevitably lead to stagnation of qi and blood, causing discomfort for ten days to half a month, and hindering martial arts cultivation.

You have to understand that the other person is a senior high school student, and every day is precious. If this matter really delays their preparation for the martial arts exam, then I have really done something wrong with good intentions.

So he immediately called to warn him, but it was too late.

Fortunately, it seemed that the other person had a special constitution and a strong enough will to endure the pain and circulate their qi and blood through standing meditation, so it did not cause any bad effects, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thanks to this piece of jerky, I feel my blood and energy have increased a lot. Midterm exams are coming up soon, and I have to thank Uncle Liang for his great help." Chen Mochuan expressed his sincere gratitude again.

After exchanging a few more polite words, Liang Wenbin told Chen Mochuan that he could contact him anytime if anything happened, and then ended the call.

Chen Mochuan was pleased to save Liang Wenbin's number into his contacts. Establishing a good connection with a powerful Inner Realm martial artist was undoubtedly a good thing.

He looked out the window and found that it was completely dark.

I glanced at the time clearly displayed on the terminal projector: [20:35].

If I remember correctly, I stood in the meditation posture until about 1 p.m. before lying down, and then slept for more than seven hours.

However, the aftereffects of the Boiling Blood Beast Meat were indeed very strong. Even after sleeping for so long, he had not fully recovered and his body was still sore and tired, so he prepared to continue resting.

Just as he closed his eyes to drift off to sleep, his wrist vibrated again. Somewhat helplessly, he activated the projector on his personal terminal and saw another call request from an unknown number.

Seeing the flashing number, he hesitated for a moment before answering.

"Hello, are you Chen Mochuan?"

Chen Mochuan recognized the voice; it really was Feng Shi.

"It's me, Brother Feng. Li Biao told me you looked for me this afternoon?"

"Well, I just wanted to ask why you didn't come to the martial arts gym today. Are you not feeling well?"

"No, I'm fine. I just had some things to take care of at home, so I didn't go out."

"I see. If you need anything, just let me know, and I might be able to help..."

After exchanging pleasantries for a while, the two hung up the phone. Chen Mochuan could clearly feel Feng Shi's heartfelt concern.

At the Mingxin Martial Arts Hall, Feng Shi always took good care of him, patiently teaching him moves during sparring sessions and privately pointing out the essence of Tiger Fiend Fist.

He remembered all these good things.

"Is it that I've become a hot commodity?" Chen Mochuan rubbed his still slightly sore temples and gave a self-deprecating laugh.