From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

Without hesitation, Lu Yunzhou bent down, picked Tang Jinrou up in his arms, and carried her towards the stairs.

Tang Jinrou nestled in his arms, her body feeling almost weightless, her face pale.

After going upstairs to the second floor and into the master bedroom, Lu Yunzhou put her on the bed.

Tang Jinrou leaned against the headboard and took a couple of breaths. She felt a little better than before, but she was still very weak.

Lu Yunzhou stood by the bed, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Sister Tang, do you believe me now?"

Tang Jinrou looked up at him, her eyes showing a hint of weakness but also a seriousness: "Nonsense, you've pulled me back from the jaws of death twice, who else would I believe if not you?"

"OK."

Lu Yunzhou nodded, lowering his voice, "I'll completely eradicate the root cause of your heart meridian ailment right now, but there's something... I need your cooperation."

Tang Jinrou looked at him for a few seconds: "What is it? Just say it."

Lu Yunzhou rubbed the back of his head, his throat a little dry: "I'll have to trouble you to take off your shirt, sit cross-legged, and turn your back to me."

"I need to use acupuncture points on the back, combined with the flow of vital energy into the heart meridian, to clear the blocked lesions in one go."

Tang Jinrou's breath hitched.

She turned her face to the side, her ears flushed a light red, and remained silent for a long while.

After a few seconds, she lowered her eyes, hummed in agreement, and said in a very low voice, "Turn around."

Lu Yunzhou immediately turned his back.

I heard a rustling sound of fabric slipping down behind me.

About half a minute later, Tang Jinrou's voice drifted from behind, hoarse: "All done."

Lu Yunzhou turned around, and paused for a moment when his gaze fell upon that person.

She sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed, her black hair swept forward, her entire back exposed to the air.

Her skin was even, her waist was slender and her figure was well-proportioned, showing no signs of being thirty-five years old.

Lu Yunzhou swallowed the breath he was about to exhale, looked away, and said in a deep voice, "Sister Tang, I promise I won't let you down."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up."

Tang Jinrou's throat felt muffled.

Lu Yunzhou took out the silver needles he had just confiscated from He Yuan from his pocket, spread them out, and raised an eyebrow.

The material of this needle is far superior to those sold in supermarkets. It feels cool to the touch, and the needle tip is polished to an extremely fine and sharp finish, making its air-conducting ability far superior to that of ordinary silver needles.

I didn't expect that old man's craftsmanship was so bad, but his tools were really good.

Just right.

"Sister Tang, move forward a bit, I'll sit behind you."

Tang Jinrou didn't speak, but moved her body forward, straightening her back.

Lu Yunzhou also sat cross-legged behind her, took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and began to circulate the Creation Technique.

The internal energy surged along the meridians, converging in both arms and finally pouring into the palms.

If there were other people present, they could see that Lu Yunzhou's hands were enveloped in a thin layer of light, with a faint warm current emanating from them.

The first silver needle was taken out, dipped in true energy, and inserted into the first acupoint on Tang Jinrou's back.

Tang Jinrou's shoulders trembled slightly, and she bit her lower lip, remaining silent.

The second stitch was inserted.

The third injection.

Fourth injection.

With each silver needle inserted into his body, Lu Yunzhou would infuse a wisp of true energy into the needle, guiding it inch by inch along the meridians toward his heart, clearing away the stagnation that had plagued him for over thirty years.

Tang Jinrou initially felt as if her back was being roasted by a ball of fire, which was quite uncomfortable.

But before long, the burning heat spread along my spine, flowing through my limbs and bones, making me feel warm all over, like I was soaking in a hot spring.

My consciousness gradually faded, my body slowly relaxed, and time passed second by second.

A full hour.

Lu Yunzhou finally pulled out the last silver needle and exhaled a long breath.

He leaned back so hard he almost lost his balance.

His face was completely bloodless, as white as paper, his arms were so weak he couldn't lift them, and his whole body felt like it had been taken apart and put back together.

The river of true energy within his body had dried up completely, leaving not a trace of its former power.

"When fighting someone, at most you'll use up 30% of your true energy."

He muttered under his breath, his face contorted with bitterness, "Saving someone has completely drained me."

With his last breath, Lu Yunzhou helped Tang Jinrou, who had already fallen into a deep sleep, to lie down flat and pulled the blanket over her shoulders.

After doing all that, he walked out of the bedroom, his legs wobbling, and took a step down the stairs while holding onto the handrail.

As soon as I got to the first floor, I ran into the assistant in the suit.

Lu Yunzhou called out weakly, "Dude, is there any food? Get me something to eat, I'm starving."

The assistant looked him up and down, his brow furrowing. "Mr. Lu? Why do you look so pale? Should we call a doctor?"

"No need, I'm hungry. Anything to eat is fine."

Lu Yunzhou waved his hand.

"Okay, please have a seat. Lunch is just finished, I'll bring it up right away."

Lu Yunzhou slumped down in a restaurant chair.

In less than three minutes, the assistant brought in two people with seven or eight hot dishes, two large bowls of rice, and soup.

Lu Yunzhou didn't stand on ceremony. He picked up his chopsticks and started shoveling food into his mouth, one bite after another, cleaning the bowl until it was completely empty. He then had two more bowls filled, and the plates of food were emptied one after another.

The assistant stood to the side, opened his mouth twice, but couldn't utter a word.

This isn't eating, it's filling a hole.

What he didn't know was that Lu Yunzhou's physique was already completely different from that of ordinary people.

The moment food enters the stomach, it is transformed into energy by the remaining Creation Techniques and flows back to the limbs along the meridians.

The more you eat, the faster you recover.

After finishing the last dish, Lu Yunzhou picked up the soup bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He put down his chopsticks and patted his stomach.

He got up from the dining chair, wobbled over to the large leather sofa in the living room, plopped down, and leaned his head back.

"Sister Tang is still resting upstairs, I'll take a nap too."

As soon as he finished speaking, his eyelids closed.

The assistant stood beside him, watching Lu Yunzhou fall asleep instantly, and then looked up at the direction of the second floor.

After hesitating for two seconds, he tiptoed upstairs and pushed the master bedroom door open a crack.

Tang Jinrou slept soundly, her breathing was deep and even, and her complexion was much better than before.

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and went back downstairs.

I don't know how much time has passed.

A cell phone rang loudly, pulling Tang Jinrou out of her sleep.

She opened her eyes groggily, not yet realizing where she was, when a strong, foul odor filled her nostrils, both fishy and pungent, making her want to vomit.

Tang Jinrou instinctively covered her mouth and nose, her brows furrowing.

The phone was still ringing.

She resisted the urge to vomit and reached for the bedside table. When her fingers touched the phone case, her palm felt sticky.

She looked down and saw that her entire palm was covered with a layer of dark, sticky substance, shiny and clinging to her skin that she couldn't peel off.

"What is this thing...?"

Tang Jinrou looked puzzled, but still answered the phone.

"Mayor Tang, the materials for the 3 PM meeting have been delivered. What time will you arrive?"

"Three o'clock sharp."

Tang Jinrou finished speaking in a low voice and hung up the phone.

She threw off the blanket, glanced at herself, and gasped.

From collarbone to ankles, his entire body was covered in that black, sticky substance that emitted a stench that made your scalp tingle.

The bed sheet was also stained.

Tang Jinrou froze for two seconds, then sprang up from the bed and rushed barefoot into the bathroom attached to the master bedroom.

She turned the showerhead to its maximum setting, and scalding water poured down. She scrubbed and washed herself repeatedly, her fingernails scratching her skin. The black stuff peeled off in layers under the hot water and flowed down the drain.

She rubbed for a full twenty minutes, until her skin turned red, before the stench finally subsided.

Tang Jinrou turned off the water, stood in the shower to catch her breath, and looked down at her arms.

Clean and radiant, with a fair complexion and even smaller pores than before.