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Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sound echoed through the ancient and tranquil attic, resembling the noise made by someone who had overeaten peanuts. It was quite a sight to behold.
Bu's face turned blood red, veins bulging on his forehead, while wisps of smoke rose from his head. Sweat beads the size of mung beans oozed from his pores, making him appear as if he had just been pulled from water, soaking the ground beneath him.
It felt as if there was a furnace inside him, with flames burning and heat waves roaring, even more terrifying than during Bloodline Transformation. His blood boiled like water reaching its boiling point, flowing into his left chest, raising his body temperature significantly.
Various Acupoints were opened under this intense burning sensation, and the surging energy seemed to be refined, becoming pure without a trace of impurities.
Three breaths, the fifteenth Acupoint was opened!
Eight breaths, the sixteenth Acupoint was opened!
Seventeen breaths, the seventeenth Acupoint was opened!
Thirty-one breaths, the eighteenth Acupoint was opened!
Boom! Bu's body turned crimson to the limit. His tightly closed lips suddenly parted, and a mouthful of dark purple blood spewed out, accompanied by a rush of scorching hot air that carried a foul stench.
Lange raised his palm and swept away the incoming filth. A glimmer of surprise and something strange flashed in his eyes.
Including the fourteenth Acupoint that was opened at the beginning, Bu managed to endure for thirty-three breaths after drinking Spirit Mist Tea. This was an astonishing feat; in Lange's memory, no one below High-Level had ever lasted this long after consuming Spirit Mist Tea. Even Quasi-Advanced heroes could not achieve this.
"It seems my previous guess was correct; this child indeed possesses a special constitution. Although I still cannot discern what kind of constitution he has, it does not hinder the progress of my next plan."
A smile blossomed on Lange's wrinkled old face as he looked at Bu with eyes full of anticipation and fervor.
He had pursued that plan for a hundred years, expending too much energy and time. With his resources, even if he could not step into that extraordinary realm known for severing mortal bodies, he could have reached the pinnacle of High-Level 8 and stood proudly in all directions.
But things in life rarely go as one wishes. After a hundred years of searching for that miraculous transformation, he ended up going in the wrong direction. With Lange's constitution being no different from that of a Common Person, despite his exceptional qualifications, he still could not touch even a fraction of that transformation.
Sure, Lange's century-long pursuit had gone astray from the very beginning. By the time he realized it, it was too late; all his hard work had gone to waste. With age and frailty, he could no longer resist on his own. Even with Exquisite resources, he could not glimpse the realm beyond High-Level.
Anyone who suffered such a heavy blow would likely be devastated, but Lange remained undeterred, tirelessly seeking other breakthroughs in hopes of achieving something.
Perhaps fate rewards those who persevere; persistent efforts will eventually yield results.
Lange cleverly found a method. Although he himself did not possess a special constitution, if he could find someone with such a constitution and use that person as a breakthrough point to help them attain fortune, he might not gain the fortune himself, but he would acquire something. With that one item, he would once again have hope for a breakthrough, extending his lifespan and greatly increasing his power.
This idea was good, but individuals with special constitutions were not as common as cabbages on the street; one could not simply stroll around and gather them up. Despite Lange's supreme status in Crook Duchy, utilizing countless resources and manpower, he still could not find a single individual with a special constitution. As a result, his somewhat opportunistic plan was once again shelved and unable to progress.
He thought he would end his life with regrets, believing he would grow old and die in Crook Duchy. However, what Lange never anticipated was that the person with the special constitution he had been desperately searching for would one day appear before him as if in a dream.
That day came when Habea III severely injured Bu to the brink of death. At that moment, Lange did not recognize Bu's uniqueness; he merely marveled at how someone so young could possess such strength. However, afterward, he firmly believed that Bu's life had reached its end; even if he survived, he was destined to become a useless person.
Yet what happened next exceeded Lange's expectations and left him astounded.
In just one night, Bu's injuries healed completely, and nearly eighty percent of his lost vitality was restored.
This was something fundamentally impossible. Even miraculous herbs or elixirs for restoring lifespan could not revive someone on the verge of death overnight.
This defied logic; the depletion of life force is not so easily remedied. It involves the laws of life itself. Even the rarest miraculous herbs cannot produce immediate effects. Lange could hardly believe that Bu or even Sean Sterling possessed such miraculous herbs.
Thus, the only explanation left was that Bu had an extraordinary constitution far beyond that of a Common Person. This constitution might grant him life force far exceeding that of a Common Person, or perhaps it provided remarkable recovery abilities. Regardless of which it was, it was something Lange welcomed.
What seemed like despair suddenly showed signs of turning around. A Common Person would surely be overjoyed, but Lange suppressed his inner excitement and chose to observe further. Having lived for so long had shaped him into someone who kept his emotions in check.
He quietly observed Bu. Initially, he saw nothing unusual, but at the moment Bu defeated Gaia, when he pulled out the spear from his chest, Lange carefully examined him with his divine sense and discovered that Bu's wound healed at a speed several dozen times greater than that of a typical Common Person.
It is simply incredible that this recovery speed surpasses that of high-level experts by several times. If it progresses further, it could reach the level of extraordinary beings, with the ability to regenerate limbs and a life force as vast as the ocean.
Having observed this scene, Lange was already fifty percent sure that Bu must possess a special constitution.
Thus, what happened next was only natural. Lange extended a friendly invitation to Bu, asking him to drink Spirit Mist Tea, using it to test whether Bu truly possessed a special constitution.
Now, after drinking the Spirit Mist Tea, Bu had managed to hold on for a full thirty-three breaths.
Thirty-three breaths is enough to cause a Quasi-Advanced hero to explode and die, and it could lead a Mid-Level individual to die several times over. This situation revealed an accurate message to Lange: his guess was not wrong.
"What a domineering Spirit Mist Tea with such powerful effects."
Bu slowly opened his palm and clenched it tightly, his eyes flashing with shock and a hint of ecstasy.
The opening of eighteen acupoints shone like eighteen constellations, causing the energy within Bu at this moment to surge like raging waves, far exceeding before. Moreover, because the energy had been refined, it became even purer and more flawless, allowing his recovery speed and operational speed to exceed twice that of before.
"Elder, this cup of Spirit Mist Tea is indeed extraordinary. Could you possibly spare me a few pounds?"
Bu rubbed his hands together, a hint of shyness and embarrassment on his face as he shamelessly asked.
"Hmm? You know this is Spirit Mist Tea?"
Lange was taken aback for a moment, then became so angry that his beard trembled. This fellow truly had no shame; knowing that this was an exceptionally rare and precious Spirit Mist Tea, he still dared to ask for several pounds as if it were common grass that one could easily pull up in handfuls.
"Ahem, Fellow, since you also know this is Spirit Mist Tea, you should be aware of its value. Although I am wealthy, I cannot possibly give away several pounds."
Lange's words were quite tactful; he still needed Bu's help with something and naturally would not speak angrily. Thus, he merely declined politely.
The speaker was unaware, but the listener took note.
Lange's words fell on Bu's ears, implying that although he might not have much tea, he should at least have a few taels saved up. Thus, Bu began to shamelessly play his part.
"It's fine, it's fine. Elder, just give me all the Spirit Mist Tea you have. Although it may not be much, I'm not that greedy; just a little gesture from you will do."
Bu shook his head and waved his hands, pretending to be modest, but the fire in his eyes betrayed his true feelings.
Lange thought to himself:
If there were lightning at this moment, Lange would wish for a bolt to strike this detestable fellow. If there were wind outside, he would pray for a gust to blow this annoying person away, leaving him completely bare to see if there was a shameless heart hidden beneath all those layers of clothing.
"Uh, Fellow, there's no rush on that. The reason I invited you here is to offer you a great opportunity. If you seize this chance, it will be enough for you to become a top powerhouse that stands above the entire Fran Continent."
Lange was an old monster who had lived for hundreds of years. Although he found Bu's shamelessness quite headache-inducing, he managed to remain calm and spoke slowly, with words that were indeed very tempting.
"Hmm, what opportunity?" Bu Qing nodded and casually picked up a green fruit from the jade plate on the table and tossed it into his mouth, appearing indifferent as if he were just a leisurely guest in a teahouse enjoying music and snacks.
Lange did not mind Bu's reaction. If he had announced that he was offering the other party an opportunity and Bu had jumped up joyfully to thank him profusely, that would have been truly strange.
After all, anyone with a bit of caution would not easily believe in good fortune that seemed too good to be true.
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