The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

Not long after returning to his residence, Lu Jing began tinkering with his Little Vajra Strength again.

His trip to the thatched cottage hadn't been a complete waste, as it had at least confirmed one thing: there was nothing wrong with his body.

After much deliberation, Lu Jing still felt that the thing in his dantian was more like internal energy, so he tried to stimulate it as such.

However, after tossing and turning in bed and working up a sweat, just like in the morning, he still made no progress with the Little Vajra Strength.

Unwilling to give up, Lu Jing got out of bed and started practicing his stance.

This time, after standing for a while, when he felt soreness in his waist and legs, the thing in his dantian moved again, heading downwards along the Foot Taiyang and Foot Taiyin meridians.

Wherever it passed, the soreness disappeared, as if he had just had a deep massage.

Now's the time!

Lu Jing seized this fleeting opportunity and once again tried to circulate the internal energy cultivation method of the Little Vajra Strength, wanting to guide a warm current from the Heyang point to the Chengjin point next door, but… he only proved that he was thinking too much.

These warm currents clearly had their own ideas and didn't plan to pay attention to Lu Jing, remaining stubborn despite his threats and enticements.

In the end, Lu Jing was exhausted.

Fine, if you love living in my dantian so much, then stay there.

Anyway, he didn't have any Qi sensation, and his current dantian was useless to him, just an ornament.

The sharing economy was popular in his previous life, and now he could be considered to be sharing a dantian with those suspected internal energy things.

At least for now, the benefits those things brought him outweighed the trouble, and the initiative was still in Lu Jing's hands.

As long as he moved a few more bricks, or if he was unlucky and got beaten up a few more times, these things should be slowly depleted, and he would ultimately be in control of his dantian.

In comparison, the situation at the dock was more troublesome.

Lu Jing estimated that it would be difficult for him to continue staying with the Green Bamboo Gang.

Speaking of which, he had been a porter for more than nine months.

Before, it was to learn martial arts from a master, and now, although he hadn't learned martial arts, he had already acknowledged a master, so he had lost the reason to continue staying in the Green Bamboo Gang.

Lu Jing's original plan was to work for another half month to a month, while keeping an eye out for new job opportunities.

After all, quitting without a plan was risky, especially since he was now pretty much living paycheck to paycheck.

Saving a little money would give him more initiative when he went to a new place.

In case he encountered workplace bullying or harassment from the landlady, he would have the confidence to say no.

But now it seemed that his plan had to be adjusted.

Even if Qin Xiaotou was still recovering from his injuries and couldn't bother with him, he definitely wouldn't let it go when he recovered.

Lu Jing wasn't worried about Qin Xiaotou taking away his waist tag and expelling him from the Green Bamboo Gang.

He was more worried that Qin Xiaotou would bring out the Green Bamboo Gang's rules to deal with him, accusing him of insubordination or something.

Fortunately, the previous fight had taken place in the teahouse, and the fact that Qin Xiaotou had attacked first in front of everyone should be difficult to conceal.

However, the possibility of the other side telling blatant lies couldn't be completely ruled out.

If this worst-case scenario really happened, then Lu Jing could only ask his master to mediate, so now he only hoped that his master would return sooner.

In any case, Lu Jing didn't plan to go to the dock tomorrow morning.

He planned to take a good walk around the city first to see if he could find any new jobs.

Afterwards, Lu Jing stood in the stance in front of his house for a while.

When the sun set, he found something to eat.

Perhaps because his abdomen was no longer distended, Lu Jing's appetite had returned to normal, and everything seemed to be returning to normal.

However, because a lot had happened today, Lu Jing had a bit of insomnia at night.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but he was suddenly awakened from his dream by a strong pain in his abdomen.

Lu Jing's first reaction was that someone had taken advantage of his sleep to stab him in the stomach!

He just didn't know if it was Qin Xiaotou's people or Fang Zijing's gang who had done it, because with the Nordic-style decoration of this thatched hut, it seemed unlikely that any thieves would be willing to patronize it, and Lu Jing had been working quietly for some time, and hadn't made any enemies with anyone else.

He had been careless, and he had suffered because he was too used to living in a society governed by law, and he never thought that a small conflict would escalate to the point of using knives, and even a sneak attack!

Lu Jing endured the pain and opened his eyes, wanting to see the face of the murderer before he died, although doing so probably wouldn't mean much, because the assassin was probably acting under someone else's orders.

Lu Jing mainly wanted to know who the hell was so unprofessional, aiming for the stomach when killing someone.

His lower abdomen was now in so much pain that it was almost like giving birth.

Wouldn't it be better to just slit his throat?

What kind of hatred could escalate to the point of sadistic killing?

But when he opened his eyes, he didn't see a single person.

The whole house was quiet, with only himself lying on the wooden bed.

Lu Jing勉 强擡 raised his head, wanting to see how serious his abdominal injury was, but when his gaze fell there, he found that there were no wounds on his body, and there was no blood on the bed.

Everything was the same as before he went to sleep.

But the unbearable pain in his lower abdomen was not an illusion.

In a short moment, Lu Jing's back was soaked with sweat, and the muscles on his body were convulsing wildly with the unbearable pain.

If there really was a hell in the world, then Lu Jing felt like he was in hell now.

Just as Lu Jing was wondering why the thing in his dantian hadn't protected his body like before, he suddenly realized where the root of the problem was.

The place where he was feeling pain now was clearly in the same location as the swelling pain that had appeared yesterday morning!

It was just that the pain was hundreds of times worse.

At this moment, Lu Jing only felt like someone had stuffed a train into his stomach!

Could it be that the things in his dantian… increased every day?

An absurd idea arose in Lu Jing's mind.

He didn't know how much stuff was in his dantian yesterday, but Lu Jing could feel that, despite his morning of moving bricks and getting beaten up, he had probably consumed less than a fifth of it.

If those things appeared in his dantian in equal amounts every day, then compared to yesterday morning, it was like the amount of those things in his dantian was now four-fifths more, and it was a miracle that it hadn't directly burst his dantian!