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

Royal Gardens Viewpoint.

These are individual viewing seats where you can overlook the surrounding lake and night view. The lights are reflected in the shimmering water, and you can see the artificial islands, the exquisite stone bridges, and the figures of people coming and going in the distance.

A gentle evening breeze, carrying the coolness of the lake water, soothes the mind and body.

A waitress in a cheongsam stood quietly by, ready to serve at a moment's notice.

This dining environment is incredibly comfortable.

After ordering a few specialty dishes, Cheng Mingyuan handed the menu back to the waiter, and the two waited for the food to be served.

"Was that guy named Liu Zhen who brought those people from your training ground?" Cheng Mingyuan asked casually.

Wu Sheng nodded: "That's right, they are among the top eight in this assessment."

"You weren't with them? Or maybe they didn't even invite you? No, that guy named Liu Zhen greeted you so warmly, he must have invited you," Cheng Mingyuan analyzed.

"I was invited, but I don't want to go," Wu replied succinctly.

Why?

"Firstly, I don't like it," Wu Sheng paused, "and secondly, there are my enemies among them."

Upon hearing this, Cheng Mingyuan became interested: "An enemy? What do you mean?"

"There's someone named Xu Fei." Wu Sheng briefly recounted the feud between his family and the Xu family—the loss of contribution points, extortion at knifepoint, conflicts within the Hyena Gang, and suppression by Xu Wenbo.

After listening, Cheng Mingyuan subconsciously tapped the table lightly with his fingers, as if he was thinking.

He never expected that Wu Sheng had such a secret.

"What are you planning to do?"

"Become a martial artist and kill his entire family." Wu Sheng's tone was as calm as if he were talking about what to eat today. "This is an irreconcilable feud."

Cheng Mingyuan glanced at him and laughed: "You don't shy away from it at all."

"But aren't you afraid he'll trip you up or retaliate against you?"

"It's precisely because we're afraid of these things that we're even more determined to kill his entire family." Wu Sheng's tone was calm, but it revealed an indescribable resolve.

Cheng Mingyuan didn't say anything more.

Then, the first dish arrived. The waitress introduced the dishes in a soft voice, and the two put aside their conversation for the moment and began to eat.

After eating for a while, Wu Sheng remembered the matter entrusted to him by Suoguli and asked, "Brother Cheng, have you considered purchasing a share of the exotic beast meat?"

"A share of exotic beast meat?" Cheng Mingyuan was taken aback. "What, you want to sell yours? Wu Sheng, let me remind you, exotic beast meat is much more precious than you think. Even we descendants of martial artists can't supply it in unlimited quantities; the share is limited."

"It's not for me," Wu Sheng explained. "It's for a friend of mine. He received a subsidy, which included a two-day supply of beast meat. But the subsidy was awarded through a vote among several people, and the reward is to be divided equally. The two-day supply of beast meat is difficult to divide, so they want to exchange it for potential-enhancing potions."

Cheng Mingyuan suddenly understood and nodded: "In that case, I can buy it. According to our standard price, it's three potential potions for one serving of beast meat. However, under normal circumstances, no one is willing to exchange beast meat for potential potions—after all, potential potions are unlimited, but beast meat is limited."

He thought for a moment and added, "If your friend is willing to give me his share for the next two months, and with your influence, I can offer four potential potions in exchange for one share."

Upon hearing this, Wu Sheng pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, no problem."

This price was undoubtedly very favorable. Mr. Wu had no reason to refuse.

However, Cheng Mingyuan then said seriously, "Wu Sheng, let me remind you—don't sell the share of exotic beast meat you got yourself. You must eat it yourself. This is related to your future body tempering path and whether you have a chance to break through to the Martial Artist level."

Wu Sheng's heart stirred, and he asked, "What exactly is the relationship between the progress after body tempering and breaking through to become a martial artist? I've heard that potential-enhancing drugs can damage potential, but is there any clear explanation for this?"

He had always wanted to know what the path of a martial artist was like.

Cheng Mingyuan pondered for a moment before speaking, "This issue... I'll try my best to explain it to you clearly."

He organized his thoughts and continued, "Based on the inner city's research on the human body, under normal circumstances, our cultivation speed cannot be that fast. The reason we can make such rapid progress is due to potential-enhancing drugs. But the essence of potential-enhancing drugs is to squeeze out the body's potential—or you could say, life potential."

"The life potential within the human body is finite. As a martial artist breaks through their cultivation level, this life potential will increase. However, potential-enhancing drugs can damage life potential, so they cannot be taken in excess."

"Also, the meat of exotic beasts can increase cultivation speed, but it doesn't exploit potential; on the contrary, it has a beneficial effect on the body. The problem is that the supply of exotic beast meat is limited, and you outsiders without any roots can't get much at all."

He paused, his tone becoming serious: "Theoretically speaking, the damage caused by potential-enhancing drugs is irreversible. However, if one consumes beast meat at the same time, then the beast meat will absorb most of the effects of the potential-enhancing drugs—note, only most. Even with beast meat, it will still cause some damage to the body."

"Therefore, it's best to avoid taking potential-enhancing drugs if possible. If you really must take them, it's best to combine them with exotic beast meat. The ratio should ideally be 1:1, and no more. Otherwise, over the years, if your life potential is damaged to a certain extent, it will become troublesome."

"The more severely one's life potential is damaged, the more difficult it becomes to break through to higher realms. One usually encounters a bottleneck at the sixth and seventh levels of Body Tempering, and this bottleneck can hold a person for a long time. If one's life potential falls below a certain threshold, it will be impossible to break through and become a martial artist."

"For example, let me give you an example. If we consider a person's life potential as 10 points, then if you want to break through to become a martial artist, your life potential must be above 10 points. But if it's below 10 points, then there's no chance at all. Because breaking through to become a martial artist is a leap in life itself, and you must have your essence, energy, and spirit all at their peak. People with damaged life potential are simply not qualified to make this leap."

Wu listened attentively, memorizing every word.

He thought for a moment, then asked, "Is there anything I should be careful about when breaking through to become a martial artist?"

Cheng Mingyuan didn't hold back, continuing to explain: "Breaking through to the Martial Artist realm is inherently a dangerous process. Life leaps are essentially a gamble—your life potential will boil, burn, and evolve. If you successfully survive, you become a Martial Artist. But if you fail, your foundation will be damaged, and your life potential will decline. So even if your life potential is sufficient, it's not guaranteed that you can break through."

He paused, then lowered his voice: "I've heard that nobles who break through to become martial artists use some very precious potions to assist them. With the help of these potions, even if the breakthrough fails, it won't cause too much damage to their bodies."

Wu Sheng asked with some doubt, "As a descendant of martial artists, won't you be able to obtain this kind of potion to help you break through to the next level?"

Cheng Mingyuan laughed, a laugh tinged with self-mockery and a clear understanding of reality:

"Descendants of warriors are, after all, descendants of warriors. But nobles are the true rulers of Yangon."

Wu Sheng didn't ask any more questions, he just nodded.

But this conversation gave him a deeper understanding of the martial arts system. It also made him realize more clearly—

Just how powerful is the pronucleus?