Cosmic-Level Demon God-Chapter 84 - 74: Life Seed, Forbidden Object (Third Update!)

Chapter 84: Chapter 74: Life Seed, Forbidden Object (Third Update!)

"Being poor really leaves you without any dignity!"

Because of poverty, Qin Shi hesitated for half a second before sternly refusing.

He couldn’t help but marvel at how extreme these martial artists could be.

Injecting energy liquid rectally to promote bodily absorption... they even come up with such outrageous ideas?

If enduring ultimate humiliation could break through boundaries.

The crazies in this world would likely be popping out in droves.

"Master Liang, while it’s true we need to pinch pennies to get by, we’re not that broke.

Let’s stick to the normal method; the slightly lesser effect is no big deal."

Qin Shi spoke sincerely.

He was afraid that Old Liang intended to speed up the process forcibly, making him bear the burden while suffering humiliation.

"Alright. Then we’ll use the most conventional needle injection."

Old Liang fiddled with the sealed metal can, feeling quite uncomfortable inside.

This bottle of fourth-level energy liquid with the "United Pharmaceutical" trademark was almost the highest quality and most potent resource available on the open market.

Not only was it expensive, costing at least hundreds of thousands, but it wasn’t something you could just buy if you had the money.

United Group, as one of the top three pharmaceutical giants in Dongxia, had always had a notorious implicit rule.

Similar to the allocation sales Qin Shi remembered from his previous life with luxury goods.

You couldn’t directly buy energy liquids from level one to level seven; the purchase amount had to accumulate from the basic level, elevating the purchase level.

Simply put, you needed to buy ten bottles of level-one energy liquid before qualifying to purchase level-two energy liquid.

"Thinking of this, I realize it was indeed a bit wronged following me in your younger days."

Old Liang went upstairs, feeling slightly sour inside, like a poor family unable to afford college for their scholar kid.

"If Heng Province could lift the lockdown, I could apply for some subsidy from the higher-ups.

Now I am all alone, having nothing, delaying my apprentice’s great potential."

Back in the dormitory, Old Liang took out a box full of various syringes from the drawer, expertly sterilizing them.

The hundred milliliters of fourth-level energy liquid were divided into twelve doses, carefully laid out.

Old Liang spoke:

"Take off your clothes."

Qin Shi obediently complied.

Next, Old Liang used a black marker to draw twelve marks on his apprentice’s strong and balanced muscles.

"Young one, you’ve already broken the First Limit muscle threshold, your physique far surpasses your peers.

Therefore, it’s best to inject the energy liquid at the twelve major muscle connections for the tempering effect."

Qin Shi nodded.

As the saying goes, having an elder at home is like having a treasure.

Lucky he sought out Old Liang for advice; otherwise, it would be a waste chugging it like soda.

"Master Liang, is there anything else to note?"

Qin Shi asked.

"The process is quite simple, just relax. Sit still, don’t move."

Old Liang flicked the syringe, the clear blue liquid shimmered beautifully.

"Oh, it might... hurt a bit."

The needle pierced the skin, puncturing the resilient muscle connection point like a snake’s knot.

"Pain? I don’t think it... damn!"

Qin Shi’s words abruptly stopped.

At the start of the energy liquid injection, his muscles swelled slightly, tingling a bit, without much stimulation.

But as Old Liang pushed the syringe, the deep blue liquid gradually flowed in; soon, it felt like molten iron poured into his body.

Burning his viscera, blood vessels, and flesh, the pain was unbearable!

"Don’t be tense. This is energizing your blood, making it boil and invigorating your whole body; think of it as warming up the engine before starting a car."

Maybe Qin Shi’s consciousness was blurry; he always felt Old Liang’s voice was drifting, unclear.

His entire skin turned red, like a cooked shrimp.

His body temperature soared to nearly forty-five degrees Celsius.

This was already an unbearably high fever for a normal living being.

For an ordinary person with a life force of seven or eight points, their brain fluids might be bubbling like boiling water by now.

The second needle, the third, the fourth...

Old Liang was not fast, with each shot around three to four minutes apart.

By the tenth injection, Qin Shi was sweating profusely, lips cracked, on the verge of dehydration.

The dried salt almost formed a thin crust on his skin surface.

"It feels like being roasted over a fire or simmering in a pot."

The process of injecting the energy liquid resembled cooking, with Qin Shi as the main ingredient.

Constantly being fried, simmered, occasionally turned over to ensure crisp on the outside, tender on the inside, and melt-in-the-mouth.

"Actually..."

Old Liang said:

"Normally, it should be injected twelve times, but that would waste the potency. Can you hang in there, young one?"

"Thank you, Master Liang, for letting me know in time."

Qin Shi’s temples throbbed.

After so many shots, even if I can’t hold on, I must force myself to!

"The last shot! Let’s go!"

Old Liang smiled; he had great confidence in his apprentice.

With Qin Shi’s resilient body, he could handle it!

A mere fourth level energy liquid.

Back in his day as a tough soldier, he would drink seventh level energy liquid as a beverage, two cans to stay sharp every day.

The only side effect was being overly excited, unable to sleep all night.

"Hiss! Old Liang, you really are harsh on your apprentice!"

The twelfth needle went in, and Qin Shi’s eyes suddenly widened.

The extremely high body temperature and intense sweating caused white steam to rise from his head.

At a glance, it looked like the convergence of three flowers.

"Injecting twelve needles at once is like running a triple-A game on a mining rig; I can almost smell the faint scent of roasted brain."

Qin Shi bit down hard, the twelve blood-red muscles bulged like snakes entwining his body, terrifying.

Although he could choose the "Deep Sleep" cheat option, absorbing fourth-level energy liquid for the first time shouldn’t be avoided.

"It’s just a bit of wind and frost... Achievement activated, Instant Refinement!"

Qin Shi stayed conscious, sensing the powerful digestion brought by "Overgrowth."

Every cell in his body seemed agitated, eagerly devouring every bit of nutrition.

The twelve muscles, nearly tearing the skin, were tightly confined by his mortal body, like a suppressed giant snake.

With the flesh wriggling, constantly opening and knotting, like bamboo segments cracking with crisp sounds.

After several minutes, with rapid heat dissipation, Qin Shi’s body temperature gradually decreased, returning to normal.

The twelve blood-red muscles darkened, showing a metallic black quality.

Like segments of hardened steel, flexibly covering his body.

"My life force is surging, skyrocketing, increasing rapidly!"

Qin Shi exhaled a turbid breath, opening his eyes.

But his vision was no longer of specific images, but of continuous, river-like "Qi."

It flowed all over, traversing inside and outside his body, forming a complete shape.

With raised claws and angry eyes!

Like a giant flood dragon treading rivers and mountains!

"The rivers are my breath; the mountains are my flesh."

Qin Shi’s introspection was clearer than ever.

His whole body, red and white muscles, nourished and moistened by the flood dragon-like Qi, gradually turning purple.

"A Qi sensitivity as delicate as a baby’s, turning purple; what does this mean? Stronger muscle strength?"

Qin Shi pondered, with his breathing evened out, circulating the Qi around his body.

Light dots seemed to trickle down like dandelion seeds, falling three inches below his navel.

He remembered Old Liang mentioning that in ancient times it was called the "Dantian," while in modern terms it was known as the body’s golden ratio point.

"Am I going to cultivate ’Inner Strength’?"

Qin Shi was astonished as more light dots gathered, finally forming a fingernail-sized oval "seed."

"Life force breaking twenty points, condensing Qi sensitivity, nurturing the true seed."

Old Liang timely said:

"It can somewhat heal injuries, restore energy, accelerate digestion, and absorption.

From an amateur Eighth Rank to Third Rank, your task is just one thing, keep nurturing it, making it robust and flourishing!"

...

...

Cheng Ze drove back to the red brick house near the factory district, without checking his surroundings, he directly used a key to open the door.

The flyer intentionally clipped at the door didn’t fall, seemingly no one had broken in.

But Cheng Ze saw a long strand of hair on the carpet, knowing that Qin Lihao had sent someone.

The secret door in the storeroom was well-hidden, with a layer of camouflage on its surface.

He wasn’t worried about Qin Zhijie and Luo Jie in the cellar being found.

"Can’t delay any longer."

Cheng Ze walked steadily, cleaning, cooking, and washing as usual.

Then, he used the remote to turn on the TV, playing the monotonous news program.

By ten at night, he turned off the lights early.

"Brother Ze really doesn’t seem like a gang member; entertains clients energetically, but privately lives like a married homebody."

Watching from the car, Jiang Hao lit a cigarette, shaking his head in amazement.

He thought Brother Hao was overthinking; Brother Ze, loyal to the company for years, couldn’t kidnap Young Master Jie for a ransom.

Around four in the morning.

Cheng Ze opened his eyes and went back to the cellar.

He woke up the two "meat tickets" tied to the chairs.

Before leaving, he made sure to drug them to ensure they stayed quiet.

"Brother Ze! Spare me... why take it out on me because you have issues with my third brother!"

Qin Zhijie’s severed hand was bandaged, carefully treated without infection or inflammation.

But this fourth young master of the Qin Family was on the verge of a mental breakdown; a pampered noble, facing someone like Cheng Ze who would cut off hands without a word, was utterly terrified.

"Calm down, Young Master Jie. One more day, let’s see how much your brother values you. If nothing happens, I’ll cut off another hand."

Cheng Ze spoke gently, but in Qin Zhijie’s eyes, he was a demon, driving him to tears and snot.

"Brother Luo, what do you say? Young Master Jie is valuable, so I treated his wound and provided good food.

But Brother Hao might not pay for a stray dog under his command. Brother, think hard, or I might not be able to convince myself to keep you."

Witnessing Qin Zhijie’s hand being cut off, Luo Jie was perpetually fearful, almost crying:

"Brother Ze! Master Ze! I truly realize my mistake! All my bank funds, properties, and mistresses... all yours! Brother Ze!"

Luo Jie babbled incoherently, unsure of what he was saying.

"Offering your wife has no interest to me, Brother Luo. Friends’ wives are off-limits; I have a strong sense of righteousness."

Cheng Ze chuckled:

"Think fast, seriously. You’ve followed Brother Hao for so long; surely there’s something interesting for me."

Luo Jie breathed rapidly, his mind like a high-speed CPU, on the verge of overheating.

Cheng Ze regretfully shook his head, picking up the meat-cutting knife from the wooden barrel.

The low temperature in Old Factory Street during winter made it a struggle to cut frozen meat.

He turned towards Luo Jie, whose face was filled with terror:

"Brother Ze... I remember! The pier, the warehouse! Brother Hao has a batch seized by the Inspection Department, containing Nine Dragon Potion shipped from Yan City!"

Cheng Ze remained unmoved:

"I don’t work out, that stuff is useless to me."

Luo Jie swallowed hard, hastily adding:

"Besides those, there’s contraband! Qin Village Chief got it for Brother Hao to gift to the Urban Circle head Chen Ruofu as a present."

Sending contraband to the actual head of the Urban Circle?

Qin Lihao’s elder brother, Qin Renying, the village chief of Mang Village, must have lost his mind?

Cheng Ze narrowed his eyes:

"Do you know what it is?"

Luo Jie strained to recall, stammering:

"Seems like textbooks. The original textbooks distributed by the Martial Arts Association, lost in the Dangyang school blast years ago..."