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Wei Yuan thought for a moment and decided to endure it, hoping she would leave soon.
Who knew that with one sentence from Yang Ying, she was not planning to leave. She walked over to Wei Yuan's side, delicately touched his forehead, and then disregarding his reaction, grabbed his hand to check his pulse.
Can you imagine such a scene?
A male patient sitting on the toilet wrapped in a towel, while the girl pretending to be a doctor was dressed in pajamas, ready to check his pulse.
For some reason, after witnessing Yang Ying's skills, Wei Yuan actually had a thought in his mind that this girl seemed to have some real ability.
This must be the aftereffect of watching martial arts dramas in the past, where female heroes who roamed the world with swords usually possessed excellent medical skills.
Yang Ying said seriously, "Have you felt that your body can't handle even a little exercise lately?"
Upon hearing this, Wei Yuan just wanted to cling to her leg and shout, "Female Divine Healer!"
"You have stagnant energy causing blockages. You need long periods of exercise to keep your blood flowing and medication to help regulate your body and mind," Yang Ying explained confidently.
At this point, Wei Yuan felt that even a barefoot doctor would probably only be at this level of nonsense. So he asked, "What medication do I need?"
Yang Ying maintained her recluse demeanor and said, "That's not good. If we use the formula we typically practice martial arts with, it might work. It could also help regulate your constitution; the effect should be quite good."
"Heroine, save me!" Wei Yuan sat on the toilet with a flattering expression.
Since that time of mutation, during the process of absorbing Spiritual Energy, part of it began to flow into his Dantian. At first, Wei Yuan didn't pay attention, but gradually he noticed an increase in his explosive power and jumping ability. He was suddenly filled with joy!
However, his physical condition had declined, and he could barely handle a third of the exercise he used to do. For instance, right now, sitting on the toilet facing this tense situation, combined with symptoms resembling constipation, beads of sweat had already begun to form on Wei Yuan's forehead.
This made Wei Yuan feel disheartened. First of all, if he overexerted himself, his body would not be able to bear the load. If an emergency arose, it would definitely be a burden. Secondly, and most importantly, if he ever had the chance to remove that humiliating "virgin hat" from his head, it would mean he had to adopt a completely new title: the fastest gun in town!
Every man could understand this; it was undoubtedly a nightmare!
Wei Yuan was inherently a somewhat reserved man, especially when facing girls; he often came off as overly extroverted. This was a sign of inexperience. Although occasionally he could muster a few classic lines he had prepared for a long time, overall he still needed to spend some time improving himself in this regard.
Yang Ying was as enthusiastic as those old doctors selling medicine in midnight commercials, saying, "This will cost you a lot!"
"What do you mean by that? I let you stay for free, and you're planning to charge me? Come on, man, be decent."
Wei Yuan almost instinctively reached out to pat Yang Ying on the chest but thankfully realized at the last moment, under Yang Ying's intense gaze, that he was speaking to a woman.
This was an era where gender distinctions were blurred. Originally possessing strong feminine traits, Yang Ying should have been an attractive beauty radiating allure. Unfortunately, her excessively fierce demeanor, akin to an ultimate evolved female tyrannosaurus, ruthlessly obliterated any trace of femininity!
Yang Ying replied indignantly, "I'm helping you out of goodwill! As they say, 'the poor are cultured while the rich are martial.' Do you think learning Kung Fu comes without cost? My experience with this medicinal concoction is far from ordinary!"
Wei Yuan's curiosity was instantly piqued.
Yang Ying then blurted out, "As the thirty-eighth generation heir of Purple Robe Pavilion, I hold the greatest secret of our sect!"
Wei Yuan was waiting to hear what that secret was; however, Yang Ying held back. Still, Wei Yuan could guess that this secret must be related to what Purple Robe Pavilion and White Mist had been relentlessly pursuing from her.
"Alright, inheritor of the Three-Eight! You see what needs to be done, so handle it!"
Wei Yuan, in the capacity of the temporary owner of this restroom, issued an eviction order to Yang Ying. However, both parties reached an agreement: Wei Yuan consented to Yang Ying staying in this house, provided that the medicinal soup she possessed could genuinely improve his issues.
With Wei Yuan's affirmative response, Yang Ying could finally sleep peacefully. The problem was that her excitement led her to jump around everywhere. As for whether she would suddenly sit on his thigh, Wei Yuan felt more fear than anticipation...
Of course, Yang Ying wouldn't do such a thing. After being happy for a while, she ran back to her room to sleep, but not before stealing Wei Yuan's alarm clock from the living room.
After sitting in the restroom for nearly half an hour, Wei Yuan noticed that the swelling in his abdomen was increasing. It seemed that the main issue was still the excessive absorption of Spiritual Energy.
When Wei Yuan walked into the living room, he realized his alarm clock had also been stolen. He was left speechless by Yang Ying. Now that it was confirmed she would be living in this house, Wei Yuan had mentally prepared himself for his room being taken over!
After all, Yang Ying was certainly without any money at this point; it seemed she would have to take over everything in this house. Wei Yuan had already planned to move into the last room and buy all new living supplies.
Since he had just moved in a few days ago, Wei Yuan hadn't really acquired much furniture anyway. He decided to give his room to Yang Ying and move everything else into another room, leaving behind three large boxes of old books and those collectible Video Disks.
Among these were two large boxes of old books that had already been repaired, and another box containing those collectible Video Disks. Wei Yuan used the same method to begin consuming the misty substance in his mind, allowing the recently absorbed Spiritual Energy to be transformed and released once again.
Soon enough, these old books and Video Disks were completely restored by Wei Yuan. Throughout the process, the Silver-gray Mist transformed into a lighter ink color more and more. Upon sensing this change, Wei Yuan naturally felt more confident.
After consuming a portion of energy, absorbing the remaining Spiritual Energy from those two Vase Fragments was no longer a problem. When he discovered that the Spiritual Energy from these two Vase Fragments had been completely absorbed, Wei Yuan began preparing to attempt merging the two fragments into one.
He had successfully repaired many items using Restorative Power before, but they were all old books or Video Disks and similar items. The Spiritual Energy contained within these items was not abundant, so he faced little resistance.
However, now these two Vase Fragments, simply absorbing the Spiritual Energy contained within them has already left Wei Yuan feeling overwhelmed!
At this moment, through the Mist-like Space in his mind, when he extracted the Light Ink-Colored Mist and condensed it into a transparent form in his hand, Wei Yuan applied it to the two Vase Fragments and attempted to merge the two fragments into one, but the result was still a failure!
What is going on? Wei Yuan was at a loss.
After thinking it over, Wei Yuan still couldn't figure out why he encountered failure when trying to repair the Vase Fragments. Hadn't he already absorbed all the Spiritual Energy from the fragments? Logically, there shouldn't be any barriers left!
Wei Yuan tried again, but still could not fill in the traces where the two fragments were supposed to join.
The two fragments, barely combined, still showed obvious signs of having been shattered. Regarding this issue, Wei Yuan sat on the sofa and began to ponder.
Finally, he thought of a solution. The process of using Light Ink-Colored Mist was always a continuous output mode, so each time it was a singular method of repair. Could he combine more than one Dark Ink-colored Mist together for use in the Mist-like Space?
Having thought of this method, Wei Yuan immediately decided to give it a try. At that moment, he suddenly became decisive…
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