Chen Ping returned to his Shack and immediately entered the Jade Pendant space.

A full month of pretense and covert labor had left him mentally weary. More importantly, he could feel that familiar sensation of heaviness and sluggishness beginning to resurface within his body.

The new Ore Toxin was slowly accumulating. His strength was once again diminishing, bit by bit.

He walked over to the Black Earth.

The two Purifying Grass plants he had first sown had completely transformed. Their originally vibrant green leaves, which had exuded a fresh scent, were entirely gone. The entire plants had turned withered and yellow, with two small, shriveled pods forming at their tips.

They had completed the final stage of their life cycle—producing seeds.

After seeding, the Purifying Grass had expended all its medicinal potency, leaving only the husk behind. Chen Ping felt not a trace of regret.

He bent down gingerly, his fingers gently pinching the dried pods.

The pods were brittle, cracking open with slight pressure to reveal tiny, dark brown seeds inside. Each seed was no larger than a sesame grain, utterly inconspicuous.

Holding his breath, he carefully collected all the seeds.

Two pods yielded exactly forty-eight seeds in total.

The dark brown seeds lay in his palm, feeling weighty. They were hope, the foundation of his revenge.

Looking at this fertile Black Earth, Chen Ping did not hesitate for a moment.

He immediately set to work, starting to dig small holes.

Digging holes, placing seeds, covering them with soil. The actions were simple and repetitive, yet executed with meticulous care.

Chen Ping worked with focused dedication until the very last seed was buried beneath the soil.

Only after planting all the seeds did he straighten up and walk over to the Purifying Grass plant he had sown the previous month.

This plant was now fully mature. Its leaves displayed a deep, pure blue color, with veins as clear as jade, emitting a delicate fragrance. It stood tall, awaiting harvest.

Chen Ping pulled it up and once again stuffed the entire plant into his mouth to chew.

Just like the first time… The slight fishy bitterness of the leaves and the toughness of the roots once again filled his mouth, but he savored it willingly.

A familiar warmth rose from his stomach, rapidly spreading throughout his body.

Immediately after, his stomach churned, and a long, foul-smelling belch uncontrollably erupted from his throat. All the pores on his body opened once more. A dark brown, viscous, and icy filth slowly seeped out, carrying a pungent, fishy odor.

The newly accumulated toxins were forcibly expelled from his body by the medicinal potency.

The warm flow grew increasingly stronger. A sense of power began to regenerate and surge within his parched Meridians.

A wave of intense heat assaulted him, as if a fire had been lit inside his body. Chen Ping immediately assumed a stance within the space and began practicing the Vitality Technique.

The first set was completed with ease!

His Qi and blood energy felt solid and full. Foul sweat was expelled from his body. His movements became faster and faster, more fluid and more powerful with each motion.

The wind from his palms stirred up faint dust within the space; his footwork was steady and forceful as he moved through the stances.

Second set, third set… Sweat poured down profusely. It was no longer weak perspiration but turbid sweat carrying residual toxins.

He became completely immersed in it. For a time, he forgot his weariness, forgot his hatred. There remained only the most primal rhythm of his body and a thirst for power.

Set after set he practiced.

Fourth set, fifth set, sixth set…

His body was like a greedy sponge, frantically absorbing the medicinal potency and vitality brought by the Purifying Grass. His joints no longer felt sluggish; his Qi and blood surged unceasingly.

Seventh set, eighth set, ninth set…

He felt the intense heat in his body had subsided; power brimmed within him. But he did not stop. He wanted to squeeze out every last bit of medicinal potency from this spirit herb!

Tenth set!

As he completed the final movement and returned to a neutral stance, Chen Ping let out a long, deep exhalation of turbid air. This breath was drawn-out and steady, as if expelling all impurities from within him completely.

He stood in place with eyes closed, sensing inwardly.

Every pore seemed to be breathing freely. His bones felt tough; though lean in muscle mass, they were filled with resilient explosive power. All toxins and weariness accumulated over the past month were swept away.

His spirit also became clear and sharp.

Chen Ping could feel that he was able to stay within the space for increasingly longer periods. Whether it was due to the effects of the Purifying Grass or because he frequently traveled between the Jade Pendant space and reality… It didn’t matter.

Chen Ping patted off the dust on himself and left the Jade Pendant space.

Late at night.

To test how much his Physical Strength had improved this time, Chen Ping returned to the stone yard once more.

He first found a giant rock weighing seven hundred pounds…

Bending down, gripping tightly, exerting force!

The seven-hundred-pound rock was steadily lifted off the ground by him, as easily as picking up a bundle of firewood!

He carried the rock for several steps, even attempting to toss it up slightly before catching it again. Though strenuous, causing muscles in his arms to bulge… Success!

He put down the rock without pause, his gaze locking onto the largest stone in a corner.

That stone weighed eight hundred pounds! This was a weight he had never challenged before.

He took a deep breath, mobilizing all strength throughout his body. His legs squatted slightly as if taking root; his spine straightened taut like a bowstring; muscles in both arms knotted together.

With a low roar, all strength in his body erupted instantly!

“Up—!”

The heavy stone emitted a dull thud as its bottom left the ground!

Though only about one foot off… Every muscle in Chen Ping’s body trembled violently; veins bulged on his forehead; his face flushed red with strain.

But this eight-hundred-pound giant rock had been moved by him!

He held it for three full breaths before forcefully setting it down.

Boom!

The stone hit the ground, kicking up dust.

Chen Ping breathed heavily, chest heaving, sweat dripping down his chin.

He felt immense excitement. His Physical Strength had increased by another hundred pounds!

Over seven hundred pounds! Steadily! Even capable of briefly moving eight hundred pounds!

Consuming Purifying Grass caused strength gains to stack upon each other!

The distance to one thousand pounds no longer seemed far away. Then he would participate in the Manager disciple assessment, strive to become a Manager. Whether he could become a Registered Disciple depended on fate…

Chen Ping clenched his fist. Fatty Wang’s greasy, nauseating face—that stinking visage filled with greed and mockery—clearly appeared before his eyes, along with those who once bullied him and treated him like livestock.

The day of reckoning was not far off.

According to the current growth rate, the Purifying Grass wouldn’t need too long—three months or less. Once the next batch matured, his strength would undergo a qualitative leap. Seven hundred pounds was just the beginning. Eight hundred, nine hundred… breaking the thousand-pound barrier, perhaps even greater improvement… even several thousand pounds of Physical Strength.

Then Fatty Wang…

A cold light flickered in Chen Ping’s eyes. Kill him? No, too easy. He wanted to think carefully about how to make that beast truly experience what meant living death, eternal damnation. Finally, execute him by slicing—cut off chunks of fat piece by piece and make him swallow them himself.

Fatty Wang… this beast! Killing him ten thousand times was not enough!