Chapter 167

【You have perfectly completed one round of Body Forging Exercise cultivation!】

【Blood Flesh Third Stage Body Forging Exercise performed simultaneously, effects stack!】

【The pig iron accumulated within your body undergoes a double subtle digestion process, its iron-eating degree achieving a double minute increase↑】

Feng Mu's eyes suddenly widened, staring in disbelief at the prompt box flashing before him, his eyes full of the words "double," his complexion suddenly swelling from iron-blue to crimson.

Feng Mu hurriedly suppressed the excitement in his heart, once again immersing himself in the cultivation of Body Forging Exercise.

One hour later.

【You cultivated Body Forging Exercise for one hour!】

【Body Forging Exercise proficiency +3!】

【Blood Flesh Third Stage · Body Forging Exercise proficiency did not increase.】

Bone Version and Flesh Version, besides being born simultaneously, skill proficiency is not synchronized, belonging to the system not allowing Feng Mu to exploit this bug.

But, this is not important, what is important is:

【Pig iron stored within your body 7%→4.4%, Iron Eating Degree 38.1%→40.7%】

The data changes brought by a single cultivation of Body Forging Exercise may not be obvious, but once accumulated to one hour of cultivation time, the results immediately appear.

For Feng Mu, measuring the growth of Iron Eating Degree by the hour has already become his habitual way of calculation.

Feng Mu quickly estimated in his heart, arriving at a surprising conclusion:

"In the past, cultivating Body Forging Exercise, taking one hour, the average growth of pig iron Iron Eating Degree was about 1.4%, while now, this number has leaped to 2.6%."

He continued to calculate, "This 2.6% growth is actually the result of double stacking of Bone Version and Flesh Version; viewed separately, each version's growth is only about 1.3%."

"My initial judgment was not wrong; the upgrade of Body Forging Exercise indeed affected the digestion rate of Iron Eating Degree, but I overlooked the unique and unreplicable 'bug-exploiting' mechanism of 【Blood Flesh Initial Solution True Art】."

"Therefore, the overall efficiency not only did not decline, but improved, skyrocketing to 1.85 times the original!"

Feng Mu couldn't help but lick his lips, his heart filled with gratitude toward the system.

He sincerely apologized to the system in the depths of his heart: "System, I'm sorry, I misunderstood you. You are forever my most reliable partner, you and I are the best under Tianxia."

Feng Mu was not a man who only talked with his mouth; he was a man of action.

To show sincerity, Feng Mu immediately decided to cancel the two and a half hours of sleep originally scheduled for tonight, replacing them all with continued Body Forging Exercise cultivation time.

What, you say staying up late hurts the body, so Feng Mu must occasionally pull all-nighters to forge his liver, then rest to recover the body damaged by staying up late, no problem.

Feng Mu took out his phone to check the time 04:14, silently calculating in his heart: "Current pig iron consumption degree 40.7%; if I can cultivate without rest, I only need 23 hours to fill the progress bar."

Afterwards, Feng Mu closed his eyes, cast all distracting thoughts to the back of his mind, and began cultivating Body Forging Exercise with full concentration.

…….

06:27, the night was deep, Li Guishe quietly got up in the night, silently walking to the door, his gaze penetrating the curtain of night, staring at that solitary figure in the courtyard.

He stood behind the door, silently lost in thought, motionless for a long time.

In the long silence, his complexion changed uncertainly, the struggle in his heart like a turbulent sea surface, rising and falling.

Finally, he reached out and touched the secret manual hidden close to his chest, his breathing gradually shifting from heavy to calm.

"Good disciples, do not blame your master; your master is doing this all for the future of the 【Roguish Integration Sect】!"

Li Guishe seemed to have made some determination, looking at the courtyard, cold and sinister glints occasionally flashing in his eyes.

Inside the bedroom, Li Bashan, who rarely slept restlessly, suddenly woke up, inexplicably feeling a terrifying sense of heart palpitations, several wisps of cold air seeping from his back.

He sat up, haphazardly pulling out the sock gagging his mouth, deeply exhaling several breaths of turbid air, trying to calm the unease in his heart.

Then, he walked heavily to the window, his gaze penetrating the window lattice, falling on the figure cultivating in the courtyard.

He stood there soundlessly for a long time, until the lights of Upper City's butt gradually brightened, covering the entire world, before gently pushing open the room door and stepping into the morning's tranquility.

As usual, he walked straight to the back kitchen and picked up his wooden bucket rice.

He sat at the stone table in the courtyard, eating with concentration, chewing every mouthful with force, even swallowing bone scraps into his stomach, as if he wanted to swallow all his worries and emotions along with the food.

After finishing the meal, Li Bashan put down the rice bucket and said to Feng Mu in a muffled voice: "Junior Brother, within these two days, I will arrange for you to start work at the prison; get ready."

Li Bashan did not ask Chang Qingsen whether he was still alive; this was an unspoken tacit understanding among the senior brothers.

Feng Mu's eyes lit up, he nodded heavily, then continued cultivating Body Forging Exercise.

…….

In the central area of Jiumu Erhao Jianyu, the door of the Warden's Office slowly opened, Li Bashan stepped into the room with steady steps, but couldn't help being slightly stunned.

He was surprised to discover that the originally spacious office was actually divided by a huge horizontal glass wall, the glass wall smooth as a mirror, airtight.

It should be because of rushing the construction progress; there was still a protective film printed with "Nano Cutting-edge Explosion-proof A-5U2S" on the glass that hadn't been torn off cleanly.

Prison Warden Qian Huan stood behind the explosion-proof glass, his expression calm and gentle; he pointed to the sofa opposite and said: "Bashan, are you planning to bypass the Zone Chief and come report work to me again this time?"

Li Bashan withdrew his gaze scanning the glass, took out a resume from his pocket, and handed it toward the glass.

Qian Huan's expression shifted slightly; he picked up the remote control on the office desk and pressed it once, causing the explosion-proof glass to crack open a slit one finger wide, just enough to fit paper documents into.

He took the resume, glanced down at it, slightly frowned and said:

"You already submitted this resume before, but it does not comply with the prescribed process. I previously asked you to hand it to Qian Hu for handling; how did you bring it to me again? Bashan, you must first persuade Qian Hu; only when he nods can I approve it here, otherwise others will gossip."

After Qian Huan finished speaking, Li Bashan said in a muffled voice: "Qian Hu's recommended person cannot come anymore."

Qian Huan's movement paused; his gaze locked tightly onto Li Bashan's face, a flicker of astonishment in his eyes, then as if seeking some confirmation.

His voice carried an imperceptible tremor as he asked: "Are you sure?"

Li Bashan's expression remained unchanged, responding firmly: "Yes, he can no longer come. Now, only my junior brother remains for this position."

Qian Huan involuntarily sucked in a breath of cold air, secretly thinking in his heart: "He didn't go to persuade Qian Hu, but directly solved the person Qian Hu recommended. For me, the result seems to make no big difference."

He originally had many questions in his heart, but facing Li Bashan's fierce expression, all doubts instantly vanished like smoke.

Just with this "man-eating, bone-not-spitting" appearance, asking even one more question would be disrespectful to Li Bashan's looks.

Qian Huan pondered for a long time, put the resume back on the table behind him, picked up a pen ready to sign and approve, then paused again, asking lightly:

"I am willing to accept your junior brother to start work at the prison, but the problem is, Qian Hu can still continue sending other people's resumes here; what do you say I should do to refuse him?"

Li Bashan did not hesitate, saying blandly, "No, whoever Qian Hu sends up, the Prison Warden can just throw into the Trash Can; there's no need to waste effort."

Upon hearing this, Qian Huan couldn't help but feel a Chill rise from his spine; he glanced at the isolating Explosion-proof Glass, and a sense of Uneasy surged in his heart.

He felt it Necessary to have someone come thicken the Glass; no, it would be best to thicken two more layers, only then could safety be Ensured.

Li Bashan noticed Qian Huan's hesitation, the lack of a signing motion, and so following Intuition he Supplemented candidly once more:

"I don't understand those tedious procedures; I only know, in a Prison, shouldn't the Prison Warden be the biggest one? Since that's the case, isn't the Prison Warden's Word the Prison's most unquestionable rule?"

Hearing this, Qian Huan laughed heartily, signing in one smooth stroke: "You're right; in this Prison of ours, there are some outdated customs that need a good rectification; then you go back and notify your junior martial brother to come to the Prison to report as soon as possible."

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