The village beauty and me!

Based on the operation of the technique, Chen Huan quickly came to a new conclusion.

There is no doubt that practicing the Hehuan Technique in conjunction with virginity can lead to greater improvement in a short period of time.

There were originally no side effects.

But for an ordinary mortal who has been foolish for a long time, it was almost impossible for him to cultivate such a heaven-defying technique.

If it weren't for receiving a portion of the inheritance and improving his physique somewhat, he would probably have exploded and died the moment he gained true energy.

Now that the cultivation technique has reached the first level and the amount of true qi has increased, the body is finding it somewhat difficult to keep up.

To be more specific, it means that the meridians and dantian are not strong enough, and the area is not large enough to support the true qi.

This technique is practiced faster and accumulates more true energy when one is aroused by lust, which leads to injury.

"It's true what they say, wild boars can't eat fine chaff."

"After all this time, it turns out it's because my body is weak, damn it," Chen Huan lamented to himself.

"What's wrong with your health? Do you want your auntie to take a look?" A teasing voice came from the doorway.

Chen Huan looked up and saw Miao Cuihua, who lived next door. Normally, according to seniority, he would have to call her "Auntie".

In fact, Miao Cuihua is not very old, only in her thirties, and she married into the village from another village.

She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a certain charm, especially with her almond-shaped eyes, slender waist, and large hips, making her walk incredibly alluring.

In the village, it's a topic of conversation among many men during their leisure time.

She and Chen Huan's sister-in-law had a good relationship and often visited each other.

Chen Huan casually replied, "My sister-in-law isn't here; she went to the market."

Upon hearing this, Miao Cuihua did not leave. Instead, she swayed her hips and walked into the courtyard.

Standing in front of Chen Huan, she leaned down, hands on her knees, and looked at him. "I heard your mental illness is cured, is that right?"

Miao Cuihua's t-shirt had a wide neckline, and when she bent over, looking up at her from Chen Huan's angle, the alluring glimpse of her skin was dazzling.

Chen Huan felt a surge of heat and was aroused by desire again, followed by a sharp, stabbing pain in his lower abdomen.

"Put your things away, they're blinding me." Chen Huan quickly turned his head away and rapidly circulated his internal energy to counteract the pain.

Miao Cuihua covered her face with her hand, a blush rising to her cheeks as she playfully scolded, "You little rascal, you looked, fine, but you dare tease me?"

"Believe it or not, I'll tell your sister-in-law, and she'll beat you up when she gets back."

Chen Huan didn't dare to say much to her now, and quickly got up. "Is there anything else?"

Miao Cuihua looked him up and down. "You're not stupid anymore. Your sister-in-law's hard days are finally over."

"Otherwise, I'll have to go out and do odd jobs to buy you medicine."

  

"Where has she gone? When is she coming back?"

Chen Huan was getting impatient. "I already said I'm going to the market. Come back after you've bought what you need."

"You little brat, you really have no manners. Can't you ask again?" Miao Cuihua said in a flirtatious tone.

Seeing that Chen Huan was unwilling to talk to him, he turned around and walked away.

"Wait, Auntie, wait a minute." Chen Huan suddenly chased after her and grabbed her.

"What are you doing? Where are you touching? Trying to take advantage of me?" Miao Cuihua was still angry.

Chen Huan withdrew his hand. "Auntie, I'd like to borrow your bicycle for a ride to town. I have something to do."

Miao Cuihua's eyes darted around. "Now you know to call me 'Auntie,' but where's that energy from before?"

"You think you can just lend it to me like that? You think you can have the final say?"

Chen Huan rubbed his hands together and continued to smile ingratiatingly, "Auntie, don't worry, I promise I won't ride for nothing."

"You'll benefit from riding it."

Miao Cuihua's expression was strange. "Who do you want to ride?"

"You little bastard, have you grown all your pubic hair yet?"

After saying that, he reached out to grab her crotch.

Startled, Chen Huan shrank back, feeling instantly embarrassed.

Miao Cuihua laughed so hard she almost fell over. "Look how scared you are! Your auntie was just joking with you."

"Go ahead and ride your bike if you want. You're idle most of the time anyway, and nobody's doing anything with you. It'll just rust if you leave it for too long."

The last two sentences sound melancholic and wistful, and it doesn't feel like they're talking about bicycles at all.

But Chen Huan dared not think too deeply about it. The pent-up internal energy in his body had not yet been released, and he did not want to court death.

"Thank you, Auntie. I'll bring you an ice pop when I get back." Chen Huan ran straight out.

"You little brat, who are you trying to fool?"

"Can you even eat that popsicle you brought back? You might as well give me something more practical..."

"Speaking of this kid, after he recovered from his mental illness, he even became quite handsome."

Chen Huan rode his bicycle all the way to town.

Their Lotus Village is located in a remote area, far from the town, and the roads are rugged, making it muddy and difficult to travel when it rains.

Roads have been built in other nearby villages, but the money for Lotus Village has been embezzled by Zhao Siming's family.

In fact, apart from their large family, few other people in the village were well-off.

In such a large village, there are hardly any motorcycles, let alone cars.

As Chen Huan dodged the mud puddles on the ground, he cursed, "That son of a bitch Zhao Siming, he became the village chief, and now you want to be the village chief too."

"They're working for the villagers' benefit, and all you do is skin them alive. You better not mess with me again, or I'll wipe you all out sooner or later!"

It took Chen Huan a full fifteen minutes to pedal along this broken road before it finally connected with the roads built by other villages. His legs and shoes were covered in mud.

In addition, he wasn't dressed very well to begin with, so when he rode his bike to town, he looked like a migrant worker who had just escaped from a construction site.

The town was bustling today, with a constant stream of people coming and going for the market.

Wherever he went, many people cast disgusted and mocking glances at Chen Huan.

However, Chen Huan didn't take it seriously. He had ginseng in his waistband and his body was filled with the true energy brought by top-level cultivation techniques.

He is no longer the fool who was bullied by everyone. His turnaround is just around the corner, so he naturally disdains to pay attention to the stupidity and shallowness of those vulgar people.

"I wonder where my sister-in-law and the others are."

"I don't even have a cell phone. I'll have to get one soon." Chen Huan pushed his bicycle, craning his neck to look around in the crowd.

But there were too many people, and he wasn't particularly tall, so his vision was quickly lost among the backs of everyone's heads.

Finding someone won't be that easy.

Chen Huan immediately changed his mind and decided to find a place to sell the ginseng first.

Maybe my sisters-in-law will spot me when I'm setting up my stall, then it'll save me trouble.

"Where should we sell it?" Chen Huan looked around.

The roadside was crowded with people setting up stalls, and even the middle had formed a separate queue.

They were all selling things, and none of them were buying medicinal herbs.

During this time, the town has changed quite a bit. I remember there used to be clinics and pharmacies, but now I can't find them anymore.

Finally, at a bend in the road, I saw a small open space.

Chen Huan quickly ran over, parked his bicycle to the side, cleared his throat, and called out, "Selling..."

Before he could even open his mouth, someone shoved him. "Sell your grandma's claws! Open your dog eyes and look around! Is this your place to set up a stall?"