Opening the security door, five boxes of Nutrient Paste were already piled on the ground.
Compared to the room in the dical facility, Cheng Ye found that his little ho truly could be called barren; aside from the necessary furniture, there were no extra furnishings.
Yet once the door was closed, a strong sense of security flooded in, sothing that other places simply did not offer.
Pulling over the only chair and sitting down, Cheng Ye began to remove his clothing piece by piece.
Having equipped several skills many tis, he was now quite adept at it.
The panel automatically popped open.
[Collector: Cheng Ye]
[Current Rank: Level 2 Newcor (1.3/100)]
[Life Level: 0]
[Skills: Moving Shooting, Beast Intuition, Empty]
[Not yet unlocked...]
[Assessnt: ...]
"Equip, Wild Grass Physique!"
The mont the words fell.
The skill bar flickered slightly, and a streak of purple light replaced the empty space, leaping into view.
Unlike when equipping Iron Body, which took a while before nurous illusions erged.
This ti, almost at the instant Wild Grass Physique appeared in the skill bar, an overwhelming power surged into his body like a flood breaking a dam, rampaging through his system.
Boom!
It was as if a micro-bomb exploded deep in his abdon, a tingling electric current instantly coursing through his entire body.
The blood vessels beneath his skin bulged suddenly, one by one, snaking across the surface like the roots of a plant, ultimately converging towards his heart.
Instinctively lowering his head, Cheng Ye saw a verdant Wild Grass totem slowly appear in the center of his chest, more like a birthmark than a tattoo, slightly raised on the skin’s surface.
Thump.
Thump.
The heartbeat sound beca increasingly pronounced with the totem’s rhythm, like a drum beat.
Each ti the totem flickered, his entire blood flow surged like a tidal wave.
Each totem movent twisted every blood vessel along with it.
"Hmm?"
A stream of black blood burst from his nostrils; raising his hand to wipe it away, he found it felt like aged grease.
Sticky, bearing no resemblance to normal blood.
anwhile, the skin surface began to ooze tiny beads of blood, especially in the four black zones marked in the dical report, as if punctured by countless needle pricks, with thick black blood gushing out.
Even his scalp began to bleed, and looking at his reflection in the window, he had already transford into a ghastly figure.
Strangely, this rampant bleeding caused no weakness; instead, it brought an intensely invigorating sensation.
The painful points pressed on in the morning now tingled subtly, as if gentle fingers were teasing them, each touch dissipating a bit of the pain.
Repeating this process about three minutes later, a pool of black blood had accumulated at Cheng Ye’s feet.
As all the profound sensations slowly vanished.
He stood up, not feeling reduced pain but rather an indescribable strength flooding through his body.
Thump.
Thump.
The power of his heartbeat seed stronger than ever before, pressing a hand against his chest, as if a turbocharged pump roared within.
Cheng Ye tried clenching his fist, his knuckles cracking like popping beans, as he bent slightly, catching the edge of the bed with his fingers to lift it...
Swish.
This solid wood bed, weighing at least a hundred kilograms, was surprisingly easy for him to lift at one corner.
"Huh?"
Cheng Ye was suddenly stunned.
Originally, he had chosen this room because of its exceedingly sturdy bed.
He had tried moving the bed before; without the initial transformation from the Dragon Power, it hadn’t budged.
Later, after acquiring Iron Body, even then he had to grit his teeth to barely lift and move it.
But now.
"Wasn’t it supposed to increase body recovery, my strength..."
Cheng Ye set the bed down, walked to the wall, and instinctively punched it.
Thump.
He only used thirty percent of his strength, yet no pain accompanied the blow, as if cowhide wrapped around his fist, isolating all impact and pain.
Going to the window, he looked out, suddenly finding his vision astonishingly clear, as if his long-term myopia had abruptly recovered, the signboard on a distant small building legible at a glance.
But before, he could only see blurry shapes, unable to discern any words.
Opening the window, Cheng Ye took a deep breath; the air flooding his lungs was fresh as budding grass, as if boundless vitality surged through every limb.
He mimicked Feng Yaozu’s technique, pressing the tender points from that morning.
Hmm, still prickly.
Yet oddly enough, he sensed a unique premonition; once healed, these spots would be tougher than before.
Like wild grass enduring winter’s waiting, co spring, their growth would be even more vigorous!
As for the wild grass totem at his heart, a thought made it subtly manifest; shifting his focus away left only an almost invisible mark on his skin, discernible only with a magnifying glass up close.
"So the physique’s change isn’t just about enhanced recovery,"
He murmured, "Just like Dragon Power’s initial form builds my muscles, this Wild Grass Physique almost completely restructured my body’s foundation, hence the stronger recovery!"
Realizing this, Cheng Ye felt enlightened, acknowledging his choice was right.
Choosing the Limit-Breaking State might unleash greater nerve explosiveness but would never bring such a profound transformation to the body’s foundation.
Similarly, Limit-Breaking Tendons would only enhance techniques and specific areas, unlike now where his physique underwent a qualitative change, elevating his forrly fragile foundation into sothing monstrous.
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