Chapter 32: with translation of chapter title

Good buddy, I'm straight up a good buddy!

Chen Shicheng shook his newly grown arm segment, his face full of excitement.

Although he just unleashed the skill with full force, consuming all his qi and blood, causing him now to be pallid, weak all over, limp, and the newly grown broken elbow still continuously spurting fresh blood, making him feel increasingly cold.

But this effect is truly somewhat astonishing; if it weren't for the lack of organ transplantation in ancient times, he'd want to sell his own kidney—this isn't worse than scraping copper coins from monster hunting for a future! Although the consumption problem gives a headache, his whole body's qi and blood can only use one skill.

But it's fine; qi and blood can be completely replenished through eating—the better the food, the more it replenishes; if it's high-level beast-type monster meat, the recovery speed of qi and blood can be even faster.

Of course, besides food replenishment in the game, there are also some elixir-like supplements; taking one pill can restore the whole body's qi and blood, which is not impossible.

Unfortunately, he currently doesn't know where to buy such high-level elixirs, so he can only rely on food replenishment to get by for now.

Conveniently, he has nothing else but lots of money; eating a big meal at the Juan Yun Lou branch is just a splash of water; he estimates he can unleash another skill tonight, letting his limbless self recover former vigor! After curiously observing his half-new arm for a while, Chen Shicheng, feeling dizzy from excessive blood loss, dared not continue courting death, and quickly used the torn cloth strips to tightly bind his elbow.

However, the side room at this moment is somewhat gruesome; not only is the bed stained red with fresh blood, but the air also reeks of a metallic rust smell.

Someone unaware seeing it would likely first think this is a murder and dismemberment scene.

Seeing that the side room is no longer habitable, Chen Shicheng can only muster his weakened body from excessive blood loss to go outside to prepare to change rooms, and by the way have another big meal, so his remaining half-arm can grow back as soon as possible.

"Sir, what do you need? Your complexion?" The attendant who rushed over looked at Chen Shicheng's pale face and asked with some concern.

"It's fine, just excessive blood loss." Chen Shicheng casually threw him a five-tael silver ingot, "Help me change rooms, prepare a table of higher-quality meat, the rest is your reward."

"Thank you, sir, for the reward!"

The attendant sensibly thanked loudly, turned to leave, but before he could take two steps, Chen Shicheng called out, "Wait, do you know where in town to buy elixirs, the kind that can replenish qi and blood?"

"Replenish qi and blood?"

The attendant glanced at Chen Shicheng's limp legs and dark circles, his face suddenly enlightened as he leaned in and whispered, "Sir, you've asked the right person—the town's clinic doesn't sell that medicine; you need to go east of town, where there's said to be a Horse Immortal old woman; her medicine works well with no side effects."

Chen Shicheng looked down at the shady attendant, feeling something off. Iron Forge Town is built at the foot of Bu Xian Shan, right next to the forest; even if the clinic lacks elixirs, it should at least have some ginseng-like spiritual medicines, so why recommend a Horse Immortal? What good could an old woman who worships the Five Immortals have? This attendant might be a medicine shill, getting a cut if he buys medicine.

But after a second thought, this game is about cultivation; maybe the Five Immortals aren't simple either—if it's actually a great demon, then he'd have struck gold.

Moreover, as a Northeasterner, he's been exposed to this distinctive culture since childhood and always holds a special reverence for it, so Chen Shicheng ultimately decided to go see it once his arm regrows—maybe he'll gain something unexpected.

Not long after staying in the new side room, the rewarded attendant set a big table of dishes before him.

After picking out some foods La Tiao likes and placing them before it, Chen Shicheng immediately began to feast heartily. People say the Northeast has no cuisine, but little do they know its recipes basically equal criminal law—if you dare to eat, you must be ready to face imprisonment to death.

However, in the game it's another matter—bear paws, flying dragons, tiger spears are all available; the most unremarkable dish is probably a stir-fried deer tendon.

Of course, although it seems unremarkable, its ingredients are top‑grade! According to the attendant, all the ingredients here are wild varieties, hunted by hunters going into the mountains; the highest‑grade is this deer, which has reached level 10.

Thus, Chen Shicheng immediately gave up the soft, rotten bear paw and started devouring the stir‑fried deer tendon.

Moreover, the attendant wasn't lying—the moment the deer tendon entered his stomach, his digestive ability surpassing ordinary people kicked in, sending warm currents from his stomach spreading through his body, giving his spirit a jolt and a feeling of coming back to life.

Furthermore, after a plate of deer tendon went down, his face regained its color, no longer showing that earlier pallid weakness.

However, powerful digestion doesn't mean his gastric juice turned into aqua regia; plus, this food contains a huge amount of qi‑and‑blood energy, so after one plate Chen Shicheng felt full.

Having sensed a slight recovery of qi and blood, he could only take two bites before running aside to frantically practice the body‑refining technique he'd figured out, then rush back to the table to wolf down another two bites.

Under the boost of the perfected skill, Chen Shicheng's meal stubbornly lasted from high noon to sunset.

When the dim yellow sunlight shone through the window lattice into the side room, Chen Shicheng finally restored his qi and blood to peak condition; not bothering to have anyone clear the messy table of cups and plates, he eagerly used another full‑force Universal Rainfall on himself.

The green light rain reappeared, the severed arm grew, and his body became whole once more.

He excitedly jumped in place twice, feeling his restored balance, and stretched out a long yawn.

La Tiao, which had slept the afternoon away, was startled by his movement, rose and rubbed its little eyes with its front paws, discovering that its master's arm had returned, and happily hopped left and right.

Merely jumping wasn't enough to express its excitement; La Tiao dashed down from the table, slipped into Chen Shicheng's pant leg, crawled up inside his clothes to his neck, and gave his face a vigorous lick.

"Don't move, delicate."

After some awkward wriggling, Chen Shicheng pulled La Tiao out of his collar, hung it around his neck, took two hard pulls, and walked to the window to check the sky.

It's now around six in the evening, but summer nights fall late; there are still about two hours before it gets dark.

Seeing there's still time, he doesn't intend to waste it; although he could run into Yu Wei—who knows where she revived—anytime in town, seeing the guards constantly patrolling downstairs gives him a sense of safety.

Moreover, he can't wait to experience just how fast his perfected Eight‑Steps‑to‑Catch‑Cicadas skill can get! (End of chapter)