My cells devour all worlds.

Chang Junda carefully placed the medicine bottle close to his body, then asked the question he had been wanting to ask for the past two days:

"Master, are there many people like us?"

Although he used to call him "Master" repeatedly, it was ultimately something he did shamelessly.

He still knows what to ask and what not to ask.

At this moment, the video call with Chang Wenmao was still ongoing.

Zhao Feiwen held up his phone and strained his ears.

He was also very curious, after all, he and the boss had traveled to many places over the years.

Why have I never seen anyone with Lu Sheng's abilities?

Chang Wenmao also kept a close eye on Lu Sheng, without making a sound to disturb the two of them.

Lu Sheng knew exactly what the other person was asking. He thought for a moment and said:

"I don't know the specifics, but it's rare. This place isn't suitable for cultivation these days, so most of the time we rely on medicinal herbs. It's already extremely difficult to cultivate internal energy."

Lu Sheng didn't say it so absolutely, after all, there will always be one or two people with exceptional talent.

However, there certainly won't be many, and at most they'll be at a barely passable level.

"You've been paying attention to these things for so long, you should know that spiritual practice requires Dharma, location, resources, and companions; it's difficult to succeed if any one of them is missing."

"Besides, the mere mention of money can deter countless people. Just think about the medicinal herbs I asked you to prepare—who can easily afford them?"

"So that's how it is."

Chang Junda looked as if he had just realized something.

No wonder his father and Uncle Zhao couldn't find him; the conditions were so strict that it's easy to understand why there were so few people.

He probably just stumbled upon Lu Sheng, who needed medicinal herbs for his cultivation, by sheer chance.

Chang Junda recalled the time period when Lu Sheng's attitude changed, wasn't it right after he sent ginseng to apologize?

Chang Wenmao felt a little relieved upon hearing this; it turned out there were just too few people, no wonder he couldn't find anyone.

He has spent a considerable amount of money on this over the years, and has sponsored no fewer than five sects.

When Chang Wenmao confirmed that internal energy was a real thing, he thought those people had just taken the money and were just trying to fool him.

It now seems highly likely that there are few people in the sect with Lu Sheng's abilities.

Then, Chang Junda asked a few more questions, and the apprenticeship ceremony was successfully concluded.

That afternoon, Lu Sheng selected a suitable external martial arts technique for Chang Junda, called the Swimming Dragon Stance.

There's nothing special about it except that it's easy to learn and the moves are cool.

Each move is like a dragon soaring and twisting, elegant and unrestrained.

Chang Junda liked it after only reading it once.

After eagerly learning the stance training and breathing techniques, they immediately began practicing in the courtyard.

Lu Shengli stood to the side, occasionally correcting Chang Junda's posture.

That evening, Lu Sheng prepared a pot of medicinal soup from the herbs sent by the Chang family, and then had Chang Junda jump in to quickly repair his physical damage and stimulate his blood and energy.

While Chang Junda was engrossed in cultivation, in the chairman's office of the Chang Group.

"Chairman Chang, the test report for the pills you provided is in."

The assistant placed the newly completed report in front of Chang Wenmao.

Chang Wenmao picked up the report, glanced at the densely packed test data, and asked directly, "What are the results? What did the lab say?"

The pills the assistant mentioned were a return gift from Lu Sheng to Chang Junda.

It's always better to be cautious, and Chang Wenmao also wanted to know what was so special about the items that had come from such an extraordinary person as Lu Sheng.

If it's just something ordinary, then consider it as Chang Junda finding a martial arts master; improving one's health is better than messing around outside.

If the pills truly possess any extraordinary properties, then he will need to consider increasing his support.

The assistant organized his thoughts and said, "The lab tests showed that the pills are made of all-natural substances, without any unnecessary additives. Pharmacologically speaking, they promote blood circulation and replenish qi, so they should be beneficial to the body."

"should?"

Chang Wenmao raised an eyebrow. "Is that all? Didn't they detect any special ingredients? Or any special therapeutic effects?"

The assistant nodded. "No, Director Kong said the pills contain only common drug ingredients, and some of them were improperly processed, causing some of their medicinal properties to be deactivated. Director Kong also said..."

The assistant paused, glancing at Chang Wenmao, "...If you need anything, Chairman Chang, he can introduce you to some doctor friends instead of these pills of unknown origin, even though they may not be harmful."

After a two-second silence, Chang Wenmao put down the report in his hand. "I understand. You can go now."

The assistant slowly took his leave, but stopped at the door and turned back, asking, "Chairman Chang, do I still need to retrieve that pill that was sent for testing?"

Chang Wenmao waved his hand dismissively, "Just deal with it however you like."

"it is good."

The assistant closed the door.

Almost simultaneously, a hint of disappointment flashed in Chang Wenmao's eyes.

He sent it to a leading domestic drug testing institute, and Professor Kong is a big name in the field.

The other party couldn't possibly be lying to him.

In other words, the pills Lu Sheng gave him were just ordinary medicine, without any of the strangeness he had imagined.

In some cases, the drug's efficacy may even be lost due to improper handling.

Chang Wenmao immediately felt that most of the mysterious filter surrounding Lu Sheng had shattered.

The other person didn't seem as tall as he had imagined.

Chang Wenmao pulled out a medicine bottle from the drawer, containing only two pills, and couldn't help but smile.

When he asked Chang Junda for some, the other party was very reluctant and it took a long time for him to reluctantly part with three pieces.

If Chang Junda knew the true effects of the pills now, would he still cherish them so much?

It's highly unlikely.

Well, let's just say Xiao Jun found a martial arts master.

Chang Wenmao stopped worrying about it. Lu Sheng wasn't as powerful as he had imagined; at least he still had some strength.

It's not a loss to be on good terms with them.

Chang Wenmao looked at the medicine bottle in his hand, thought for a moment, and poured out a pill.

In an instant, a rich medicinal fragrance wafted out.

"It smells nice, but it's all show and no substance."

Chang Wenmao threw the pill into his mouth.

Let him see just how ordinary this pill really is; it's not like a sugar pill, is it?

Thinking it over, Chang Wenmao put the pill in his mouth and chewed it only slightly.

The slightly sweet taste combined with the bitter taste of the medicine melted in my mouth and I swallowed it along with my saliva.

Chang Wenmao was about to pick up his water glass to take a sip to cleanse his palate when he suddenly stopped, his expression changing drastically.

He felt as if a fire was rising in his stomach!

It's hot! Incredibly hot!

broken!

Remembering his assistant's words, Chang Wenmao immediately regretted it. He should have listened to Director Kong's advice and not eaten it.

But next second.

The ball of 'fire' began to spread, engulfing every part of the body and scorching it from head to toe.

Large beads of sweat began to seep from the surface of the body, accompanied by a feeling of exhilaration after exercise.

"call……"

Chang Wenmao was panting heavily, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

He was drenched in sweat, his hair was disheveled, but he didn't care. He just stared blankly at his sweaty hands.

He clenched his fist, feeling the strength in his hand.

"How...how is this possible?"

Chang Wenmao uttered a few words in disbelief. He felt better than ever before, as if he had become several years younger and returned to his previous state.

I feel like I have inexhaustible energy, and even the fatigue from not sleeping well these past few days is gone!

Chang Wenmao quickly found a mirror and looked at himself.

No, it's not an illusion. The wrinkles on my face have noticeably decreased, and my skin is smoother.

She really does look a few years younger!

It's not that there's something wrong with the medicine, it's that they simply can't detect it!

At this moment, Chang Wenmao suddenly remembered something and hurriedly called for his assistant:

"Xiao Li, I need you to bring back that pill that was sent to the lab within one minute..."