[(Transformation) Evolution of the Third Lung; a complete lung cultivated using biological plant technology from the BC23 tech plane. After transformation, the probability of suffering from lung-related diseases is zero, with a 435% enhancent compared to the original lung function, effectively resisting aging and increasing human lifespan by 22%. (I will take a breath so deep, it will thin the oxygen around you to the level of a four-thousand-ter plateau, leaving you breathless, flushed, and feebly collapsing into my arms.)]
[(Transformation) Digestive and Immunization System Upgrade; cultivated organs such as mouth, teeth, esophagus, stomach, spleen, small intestine, and large intestine using biological plant technology from the BC23 tech plane. After transformation, the probability of suffering related diseases is zero, with a 435% enhancent compared to original organ functions, effectively resisting aging and increasing human lifespan by 37%. (Every cell within is flawless, perpetually operating and maintaining a stable balance. Disease cannot et ; only the Grim Reaper warrants even a cold glance from .)]
Li Peifeng returned ho from He Ying’s place at midnight, took a quick shower, and then used the two lottery chances.
Fortunately, not only did he not co up empty, but he also won two of the rarest body transformation rewards.
A minute after winning the prizes, the transformation was complete, and his body reacted even more intensely than before.
First, Li Peifeng’s teeth fell out, with new, whiter, sturdier teeth gradually pushing out the old ones. Although the new teeth were white, they were stained with blood as they slowly grew from the gums, leaving his mouth hot and red, and incredibly itchy.
The interchange of new and old teeth was just a trivial part of the two transformations. Li Peifeng’s breathing also changed, becoming more drawn out, with his lungs growing increasingly hot and his heart gradually racing while his stomach and intestines gurgled incessantly.
These sounds could be clearly heard even from two steps away, and most crucially, besides the physical sensations, there was sothing Li Peifeng feared the most—hunger.
"Food? Is there any food?"
Unfortunately, the fridge was devoid of leftovers or imdiately consumable snacks and vegetables; the cupboard held only grains, which took at least half an hour to cook.
In this short span, Li Peifeng was already so faint with hunger that his mind was muddled; he couldn’t wait anymore and scooped up a handful of raw rice with both hands, stuffing it into his mouth.
"Raw rice can provide carbs, and I’ll drink hot water to let them cook in my stomach, it’s all the sa!"
Using his freshly grown teeth, still caked with traces of blood, Li Peifeng swiftly chewed the new rice, crunching and swallowing it down speedily. Feeling parched, he quickly fetched so water from the dispenser to wash it down his esophagus.
To his surprise, there was no nausea or discomfort, his mouth was filled with an intoxicating aroma. Famished, Li Peifeng sat beside the bag of rice prepared to gnaw on more raw rice, inadvertently glancing inside the cupboard where he spotted a box of instant noodles, a leftover from supplies distributed during the last pandemic isolation.
"You fool!"
Cursing himself, Li Peifeng imdiately returned the handful of rice to the bag, retrieved the box of instant noodles, tore it open, and started dry-munching them...
Half an hour later, after devouring four packs of instant noodles from the entire box, the gnawing hunger was slightly relieved. The remaining noodles were gradually boiled with water and supplented with twelve eggs from the fridge, finally restoring a sense of fullness to Li Peifeng.
But in the next mont, an even stronger urge than hunger surged—the need to defecate. Li Peifeng took a large stride and dashed into the bathroom.
By 2 a.m., the discomfort brought on by the transformation had finally subsided, but an unusual drowsiness overtook Li Peifeng, and he fell into a slumber as soon as he collapsed onto the bed.
This sleep carried him straight to 11:30 the next morning, far exceeding Li Peifeng’s usual sleep duration, yet upon waking, he felt no discomfort at all. Instead, he possessed a more vibrant spirit and an inexplicably mystical sensory experience.
"What is this?"
Li Peifeng curiously sensed that he might not need to breathe anymore, even if he held his mouth and nose, he didn’t feel suffocated. It felt reminiscent of the fetal breathing described in cultivation novels.
An aura enveloped him, expanding and contracting within his pores, while his nose felt no airflow until all breathing ceased, and the expansion and contraction halted.
"Hiss~"
After deeply inhaling once more, the breath lasted more than half a minute, as if he could keep inhaling indefinitely, but fearing complications, Li Peifeng exhaled toward the desk. This exhale lasted over another half minute, blowing pages into disarray on the desk.
"Goodness, lung capacity at the level of a hairdryer!"
Li Peifeng grinned but quickly realized sothing was amiss; he could hear his heartbeat and the sound of blood coursing through his body. Listening closely, the heart sounded like a big drum, with blood rushing like roaring tides coursing throughout, causing his organs to vibrate in harmony, and his limbs felt like they could take down a tiger with a punch!
"Bang!"
With a thought, Li Peifeng sat on the bed and punched the air forcefully, combining joint and fist wind noises into a dull thud.
"Is this what the fantasy novels call blood and qi like rcury, or the roar of the tiger and leopard?"
Li Peifeng pursed his lips, stood up, and started cooking as he felt a bit hungry again.
No matter how his body changed, it always seed for the better, so eating was still necessary. Although post-transformation, Li Peifeng’s appetite beca astonishingly large, finishing a box of instant noodles last night seed as if he hadn’t eaten at all. Now upon waking, he ate three bowls of porridge cooked from raw rice with lean at.
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