Chapter 32: Chapter 32 Not One Looks Like a Demon (4 more Chapters)
"...Why are you here?"
"Why wouldn’t I be here? This martial arts hall only has one cafeteria. Also, what were you planning to do with my atballs?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
Fang Yu hastily retracted his hand.
He had an inexplicable feeling that if he had slapped down just now, sothing bad might have happened.
"I forgot to ntion it to that fatty. I’ll go and tell him later, your atballs for the next two months are ours, and next ti you can only get the basic food allowance. Don’t look at
like that, I’m just taking your share for the first ten days, the rest belongs to others."
The fatty Zhong i referred to seed to be the chubby chef who was distributing the food just now.
Watching Zhong i swallow a atball in one gulp.
Ring ring ring!
The tinkling resonance sounded again. A dense series of health bars popped up over Zhong i’s body and quickly disappeared.
Then, Fang Yu saw...
[Shi Zhongi: 151/151.]
Fang Yu was imdiately dumbfounded.
"You... you’ve gotten stronger?"
"Eh? How did you know? Hehe! That’s the effect of the Yuan Heart atballs! Let’s be clear, a deal is a deal, and there’s no backing out."
Munch all you want, eat till you burst!
With all those heart-piercing demons in you, I don’t know how you’re going to live after they bore out!
Though the heart-piercing demon’s resonance increased Zhong i’s health by 1 point, Fang Yu couldn’t bear to let such things into his body.
Zhong i ate another atball, and after the tinkling resonance, everything cald down, with no change to the health bar.
Cleaning up the rest of the food like a whirlwind, downing the soup in one gulp.
"Leaving."
She said she was leaving and vanished in an instant.
As swiftly as the thunder.
Fang Yu thought about it and hurriedly finished his food too.
To his surprise, he was still hungry after eating!
Could it be because I haven’t eaten anything in reality?
Fang Yu logged out, boiled a bowl of instant noodles, and ate.
Then he went back into the ga.
His character was still at the dining table, but with his face down on the table, as if he had fallen asleep.
He sat up straight, the feeling of fullness from reality was gone in the ga.
It seems that the character was indeed still hungry.
The cafeteria’s food wasn’t enough to fill the stomach.
No wonder Zhong i ate so fast, without seeming satiated.
But in reality, the amount of food provided by the cafeteria was already the normal amount for an adult.
The problem was that as the body beca stronger, the demand for food also increased.
Fang Yu went to the fatty to ask for more food, but it cost money and was ridiculously expensive, so he decisively turned around and went back to the martial arts training ground to continue practicing his swordsmanship.
[System Notification: Congratulations to the player for diligently practicing [Yuan Body Two Zero Sword], proficiency
1.]
[System Notification: Congratulations to the player for diligently practicing [Yuan Body Two Zero Sword], experience points
1.]
After practicing for an hour or two, his stomach was growling with hunger again, slowing down his martial arts training efficiency.
On top of that, he felt a severe depletion of his physical strength, and he was incredibly tired, so he decided to call it quits.
Just then, Shi Zhongi ca over.
Upon seeing Fang Yu packing up, she was slightly surprised.
"Stopping practice?"
"Yes."
"What will you do now?"
"Go ho, eat."
Zhong i rarely showed a toothy, shallow smile.
"You definitely didn’t get enough to eat at noon, did you? You’re now a martial artist, and the qi-blood powers all the strength in your body, leading to huge consumption. As a result, your need for food has greatly increased. When you go back, you can prepare so food supplents for yourself; what the cafeteria provides isn’t sufficient."
"Also, your training intensity today was excessive. When you go back, rember to buy so dicated plasters for your body. With such high-intensity training, your body suffers a lot of damage. If you don’t promptly apply dicine for maintenance, tomorrow you won’t even be able to make it to the martial arts hall."
This seed to be advice from Zhong i’s experience.
Other senior brothers had ntioned this before too.
Fang Yu hadn’t taken it seriously because going to the pharmacy would cost quite a bit of money, and he was reluctant to spend it.
But from what Zhong i said, it seed like this expense was inescapable.
"Practicing martial arts is costly. To train well, you must keep up with both dicinal and food supplents. The supplents provided by the martial arts hall are just the basics; you’ll need to purchase additional nourishing food items and consu them daily, lots of at and fish, in order to keep up with the consumption of martial arts training."
Fang Yu was dejected; it seed like money was needed everywhere.
He had to think of ways to earn so silver.
Seeking so dicinal and dietary supplent formulas from Shi Zhongi, Fang Yu then left the martial arts school.
At this point, it was already afternoon, a little while before dusk, but not far off.
Not long after leaving the martial arts school, Fang Yu was so hungry he could hardly stand it.
He randomly picked a stall on the roadside, spending five coins for a bowl of noodles.
The result was one bowl, then two, three... after five bowls, he finally felt a bit better.
Hasn’t he turned into a big eater now?
Seeing the noodle stall owner’s look of adoration, like seeing the God of Wealth, Fang Yu paid with a heavy heart and decided to head ho.
His first stop was the pharmacy.
He recited the prescriptions Shi Zhongi had given him, and to his surprise, the pharmacy’s clerk went about preparing them with practiced ease.
"Marvelous Eight dicinal Soup, a fundantal nourishing tonic. People from your Yuanxin Martial Arts School co here for this often; we’re quite accustod to it."
"There’s also the topical grass mushroom, used for relieving muscle fatigue, another formula you all frequently use. And this prescription you’ve provided..."
Alright...
Listening to the pharmacy shopkeeper recount his knowledge like listing family treasures, Fang Yu understood.
It seems everyone abides by the principle of proximity, going straight to the nearest pharmacy by the martial arts school to get their prescriptions filled.
From what the shopkeeper said, these formulas were quite common; any martial artist would know them and they aren’t of much value.
The real value lies in the dicinal materials.
"That’ll be three taels of silver in total. Boil the dicinal soup when you get back; it’ll last you 15 days. The other dicines are also for a 15-day supply. Use these first. If you run out, co back and buy from ."
At the end, the shopkeeper sneaked closer and whispered, "I’ve got so other prescriptions with even better effects, I’ll give you a good deal if you buy them."
Ghost!
No way he’s buying. What a rip-off!
When Fang Yu stepped out of the pharmacy holding several packages of dicinal materials, he felt like his heart was bleeding.
The martial arts school only provides als worth two taels a month, and this pharmacy charged three taels for just half a month’s supply of dicine.
Sighing, Fang Yu made his way to his next destination—the marketplace.
As for dietary supplents, well, it was just about eating right.
Just buy more good fish and at.
Fang Yu was busy calculating his money when he saw two giggling children running past him.
"We caught a demon! We caught a demon!"
"Off with the head! Off with the head! I want to see the beheading show!"
Demon?!
Fang Yu was startled.
He looked towards the two children running in the direction of the marketplace.
A bit further ahead, he could see a crowd gathered together, slowly moving forward, as if watching so exciting event.
Fang Yu’s spirit was instantly buoyed.
The atmosphere of a crowd! That executioner, release that demon, let
do it!
Fang Yu felt he might need to play executioner for once.
He quickly made his way to the front and squeezed into the crowd.
In the center of the crowd, people from the Foolish Underworld were escorting a large prison cart.
Pressured inside were five prisoners, supposedly the so-called demons.
Fang Yu, brimming with interest, took a closer look.
[Zhang Ada: 3.2/7.]
[Jie Jue: 4.1/7.]
[Long Huixin: 3.8/6.]
[Yuan Dongzui: 2.5/5.]
[Wen Kehan: 3.7/8.]
What’s going on?
Not one of them looks like a demon!
Damn!
Premature excitent!
Are you guys kidding ? Did you catch the wrong people?
Looking closer, Fang Yu saw a familiar face among the Foolish Underworld team.
It was none other than Yue Guang, the left-hand man from Li Qianxuan’s squad.
Fang Yu shouted, "Brother Yue," and waved at him.
But Yue Guang on the other side didn’t react.
Fang Yu looked up and finally noticed Yue Guang’s health bar.
[Yue Guang: 555/555.]
Fang Yu: ...
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