Being forced to grow like a pig? But I'm immune to the consequences!

During their daily cultivation session that day, Liao Xing saw Zhang Lin get up and head towards the restroom. His eyes flashed, and he followed him.

In the restroom, Liao Xing walked up to Zhang Lin and said in a very impolite tone, "Hey, I need to talk to you about something."

"What's wrong?" Zhang Lin frowned. He instinctively felt that Liao Xing taking the initiative to contact him was definitely not a good thing.

"Could I borrow your potential potion from today?" Liao Xing didn't speak with the proper manner of borrowing something; his tone was more like an announcement than a request.

Zhang Lin immediately wanted to refuse. How precious were these potential-enhancing drugs? Liao Xing's attitude was hardly that of someone borrowing something.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Lin instinctively resisted.

They all knew how precious the potential-enhancing potion was, yet Liao Xing immediately asked to borrow it, and with such an attitude.

"What?" But due to various psychological factors, he still chose to listen.

"Just tell me if you're going to lend it to me or not!" Liao Xing said impatiently.

"Why don't you go find someone else?" Zhang Lin retorted, his voice not loud.

"Tch!" Liao Xing scoffed, finally glancing sideways at Zhang Lin with a look of disgust that said, "I knew it would happen." "Fine, don't lend it to me then. Don't act like you're asking for my life."

Even so, he showed no intention of leaving immediately.

Zhang Lin pursed his lips, struggling internally. It wasn't that he was unwilling to lend it, but he disliked Liao Xing's attitude. Now, he even felt a vague sense of being held hostage. After a few seconds of silence, he whispered, "...I can lend it to you, but you have to pay me back."

A hint of triumph flashed across Liao Xing's eyes, but he immediately raised his head and raised his voice: "I never said I wouldn't pay it back!"

Zhang Lin relented, "I'll give it to you when it comes out today."

"Don't wait until then," Liao Xing said immediately, lowering his voice, "Wait until lunchtime, find a time when no one is around."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Zhang Lin, turned around and walked out first. Zhang Lin stood there for a while before slowly moving back to the training ground.

Today was the day the potential-enhancing potions were distributed. Zhang Lin, Yan Liang, and others who performed exceptionally well received two, while Liao Xing received only one.

Upon receiving the medicine, Zhang Lin did not take it immediately as usual, but instead quietly slipped it into his pocket.

"Zhang Lin, why are you so upset?" Yan Liang asked curiously, his eyes sharp.

"No...no need for now," Zhang Lin mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Not far away, Liao Xing appeared to be stretching his limbs, but his eyes were constantly fixed on Zhang Lin. Only when he saw that Zhang Lin really didn't drink did his tense lips relax almost imperceptibly.

On the way to the cafeteria at noon, it was noisy. Zhang Lin seized an opportunity, quickly approached Liao Xing, swiftly shoved a vial of medicine into his hand, and whispered, "Here, take this."

Liao Xing grabbed it tightly, his fingers tightening, but his face quickly adopted its usual slightly arrogant expression, as if he weren't the one asking for a favor, but rather the other party was eager to curry favor. He gave a vague "hmm" in response.

This scene was witnessed by Yan Liang, who was walking slightly behind and talking to someone. His brows furrowed suddenly, and a hint of doubt and displeasure flickered in his eyes.

At the dinner table, Liao Xing ate absentmindedly, quickly ate a few bites, wiped his mouth and stood up: "I have something to do, I'll go back first."

Before Yan Liang and the others could respond, he had already left in a hurry.

As soon as Liao Xing left, Yan Liang couldn't contain himself any longer. He leaned close to Zhang Lin and whispered, "Are you stupid? Why did you give him the potential potion? The soaring goose says: Read this book!"

Zhang Lin was taken aback, not expecting to be seen. He decided to tell the truth: "He... he said he wanted to use more to break through the bottleneck so he could get the spot back in the next test. He said he would return it to me."

"You believe him just because he says he'll return it?" Yan Liang's tone was somewhat urgent, tinged with disappointment. "What if he can't get through? How will he return it to you? You'll be short two doses of the potion, and what if you fail the test yourself?"

Zhang Lin was speechless when asked, but still managed to say, "I...I should be able to get through..."

"Sigh, you!" Yan Liang shook his head, speaking earnestly, "If he reneges on his debt, you'll have nowhere to turn! Potential-enhancing drugs are such precious things; you can't just lend them out like that!"

Zhang Lin felt uncertain as he listened, but what he didn't understand was why Yan Liang was so concerned about his affairs.

Normally, Yan Liang would probably side with Liao Xing.

At this moment, Wang An chimed in, his tone sarcastic: "Exactly! Giving it to him is worse than giving it to me! At the very least, we could give it to Yan Liang; we know each other well."

Suddenly, Zhang Lin had a vague realization.

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On the other side, Liao Xing practically ran back to the training field. He eagerly found a corner, pulled out the vial of medicine Zhang Lin had given him, and gulped it down. He had already taken his own vial that morning; this was his second one today.

As the medicine entered his stomach, the familiar burning sensation surged again, even more intensely than usual. His blood and qi seemed to ignite, rushing and colliding through his meridians, bringing a false sense of abundant power. An unnatural flush rose on Liao Xing's face, and his breathing became heavier.

He immediately immersed himself in the practice of yoga, his movements more forceful than usual, as if trying to extract every last drop of the medicinal power. Time slipped away in his focused and anxious state; he didn't even notice when Yan Liang and the others returned, nor did he have time for his usual insincere greetings.

Yan Liang watched Liao Xing's almost manic cultivation posture, and especially felt the unusually high level of heat emanating from the other's blood and qi. His jealousy was almost overflowing. He secretly wondered if he should also think of a way to "borrow" some resources from Zhang Lin.

"Almost there! Just a little bit more! Just a little bit more!" Liao Xing screamed frantically in his heart. The second dose of the medicine was about to reach its peak, but the barrier was still strong, only it seemed... a tiny bit thinner.

Seeing that the effects of the medicine were about to wear off and the opportunity for a breakthrough seemed to be fleeting, Liao Xing gritted his teeth, his eyes bloodshot, and took out the last potential potion that he had originally saved for tomorrow, and without hesitation, he drank it down again!

The torrent of the third dose surged into the already boiling body!

This time, the feeling of his blood boiling was even stronger than the previous two times, and Liao Xing felt as if his whole body was about to burst into flames.

"It's done! It's almost done—!"

However, just as he was feeling excited and thought victory was within his grasp, the surging blood and energy in his body suddenly and unexpectedly declined!

Like a blazing campfire suddenly stripped of all its fuel, the intense flames didn't extinguish, but rather collapsed and vanished. The momentum of that breakthrough also disappeared like a mirage.

In an instant, Liao Xing felt as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his heart, and all his original expectations vanished, but before his emotions could even surge...

The next moment, a feeling of weakness suddenly arose, his body swayed twice, his vision went black, and he suddenly collapsed to the ground.

"Bang!"

The heavy body lost all support and crashed straight down onto the hard ground with a dull thud.