Becoming a true immortal through my descendents' praying Chapter 11: The Kidney-Deficient Young Master Zhao Tiansi

The Taoist's real na was Cheng Bo, but he was nicknad so because he was always at the Taoist temple.

During his four years in college, he hardly ever missed a day at the temple and took pride in that.

He considered it a type of entertainnt that allowed him to quickly relax without interfering with serious matters.

And he left behind a classic quote, "It's not that I can't get a girlfriend, but the Taoist temple offers better value for money."

He was known as the Taoist with a Sacred Body from birth.

Cheng Bo truly was as he claid, unlike Yang Genshuo and his cohort who felt ants crawling over them if they went a day without talking about girls, he was extrely focused academically.

While Yang Genshuo struggled through failing civil service exams, working, resigning, and starting businesses, Cheng Bo had progressed from a master's degree to a Ph.D., specializing in his favorite area of seed studies. Now, as a postdoctoral fellow at Shin Agricultural University, he had published several papers on modern seed science and could possibly beco the youngest professor at Shin Agricultural University within the next year or two.

Yang Genshuo and Cheng Bo were very close personally.

Because...

"Taoist master, are you free this afternoon? Co out for a bath!"

A voice both surprised and wise ca through the phone.

"Really, godfather!?"

"Of course, whatever type you like, I'll arrange it for you."

"Compared to the dull research environnt here, I need a cheerful and optimistic soulmate who can open up and get close to help enlighten ."

"Hmm... understood."

"Alright."

After hanging up the phone, Yang Genshuo walked to the yard, opened Keep, and started exercising.

It wasn't that he was particularly disciplined but because... he had a fire in his lower abdon that made it uncomfortable to remain still if not released.

"These pills are really strong! If I get a pharmacy license and sell these things, I could beco a millionaire."

n are always willing to pay for shady dealings.

But this idea was just that – an idea. If he really acted on it, just the new drug approval process alone could kill him. What would he do if they found out the plant components didn't belong to this world?

By then, forget about opening a pharmacy; he'd be captured as a spy from Trisolaris.

But if he could find an old man with weak kidneys and sohow sell it to him... One pill would stiffen him up good. A full course could heal kidney deficiency outright.

An old man who has earned money all his life, who wouldn't want to enjoy that?

Ding dong~

The doorbell rang.

A WeChat ssage also arrived.

[Lin Yue: "Boss, let's eat."]

When he opened the door, Lin Yue walked in carrying a lunchbox.

She dressed in her usual clean and fresh style, sans makeup, her youthful exuberance alone uplifting the mood.

But when Yang Genshuo saw Lin Yue wearing tight jeans today, he inwardly gasped.

She bent over to fix the lunchbox, her tight jeans filling out with every movent, her curves round and contrasting starkly with her slender waist, creating a strong visual contrast.

The worst part was, with her movents, the curves trembled naturally, all the more breathtaking.

Lin Yue usually dressed conservatively, never revealing too much, but those tight jeans were unbearable – wearing them was crueler than going naked. Yang Genshuo's eyes, activated like an Artifact Spirit, were locked on.

The effects of the dication he just trained on surged again, this ti more ferociously, rushing up to his nostrils.

After finishing with the lunchbox, Lin Yue looked up at Yang Genshuo, who was now pinching his nose with a tissue to stop the bleed, and she wore a puzzled expression.

She took out her phone.

"Boss, why are you having a nosebleed?"

"I've been exercising too much these days, it's nothing."

"Oh, then I'll cover the food for now. You can eat when you stop bleeding."

She stood up, back to Yang Genshuo, and began reassembling the lunchbox, her round curves in close view, just within reach if he stretched out his hand.

"No!"

Yang Genshuo quickly stopped Lin Yue from using the 'Wound Deepening' combo technique and hurriedly finished eating, then sent her away.

He trained like a madman again for half an hour until his body returned to normal.

Yang Genshuo touched his tight, less bouncy stomach, wondering if he was really getting six-pack abs.

Initially, he didn't have much willpower for fitness, but couldn't stop the dicine from fiercely pushing him forward.

Lin Yue's visit had unleashed quite a bit of the dication stored in his kidneys; now he felt he had refined about half of it.

After taking a bath, he grabbed a bottle of Solid Essence Rejuvenation Pills packed in a white and blue porcelain bottle and left the house.

"Ti to enjoy myself thoroughly."

When he first found out that Cheng Bo wanted to open the first script murder-mystery shop, apart from a college cafeteria card, Cheng Bo had given him all his money.

This, Yang Genshuo would never forget.

Later, when he made so money, he often invited Cheng Bo for foot massages; he couldn't let a brother truly manage a shop forever, right?

Before leaving the house, Yang Genshuo set the ga ti to sync with real ti, to prevent any mishaps while he was out.

In the afternoon, Yang Genshuo and the Taoist t in the city center.

"Godfather, where to?"

"White Swan."

"Whoa~ that place isn't cheap, Godfather, did you strike it rich?"

"No worries, I don't have to pay."

"Damn! Godfather, you have such prestige?"

"Hehe."

The White Swan was top-tier in the whole Shin City.

Visiting ant top-level enjoynt, other than being expensive, there were no downsides.

No, thinking it's expensive is my downside.

Cheng Bo was excited, he really liked it here.

"VIPS, please co this way~"

As soon as they entered, two young ladies in slit cheongsams ca over, hooking their arms and leading them inside.

The mont they stepped in, the feeling of exclusivity was palpable.

Just these two greeters, 1.7 ters tall with excellent figures and deanors, wearing sincere smiles, didn't mind sweet interactions, and with chats and laughs, they ushered them into the bathing area.