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Chapter 424 The Walking Source of Pollution, Today is an Auspicious Day
Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the spotless living room with a bright and clear glow.

The kitchen floor tiles, which had just been mopped, even clearly reflected the outline of the ceiling.

The fresh scent of lemon-scented cleaning agent still lingered in the air.

Fang Cheng squatted on the ground and carefully wiped the corners of the coffee table legs with a half-dry rag.

Judging from their posture, it seems they are determined not to overlook any crevices where dust might be hidden.

The television behind him was on, its screen flashing.

The female host is reporting the weather in a sweet voice:
"...Affected by a high-pressure system over the continent, the city will continue to enjoy sunny weather for the next week, with daytime highs remaining stable at 22 to 26 degrees Celsius, making it ideal for citizens to engage in outdoor activities..."

After wiping away the last bit of water, Fang Cheng stood up and put the cleaning tools away in the storage cabinet on the balcony.

Then he picked up the towel draped over the back of the chair and wiped his face haphazardly, but new beads of sweat immediately appeared on his forehead.

Despite doing only some simple chores, his face was flushed and his whole body was radiating heat.

It was only mid-April, and the weather was still a bit chilly, but Fang Cheng felt as if he were in the dog days of summer.

He simply took off his T-shirt, which was already soaked with sweat, revealing his bare, muscular upper body.

Beneath his bronze skin, his muscles are clearly defined, exuding a firm and powerful presence with the slightest movement.

Then, Fang Cheng walked to the freezer and took out a bottle of chilled mineral water.

He unscrewed the cap, tilted his head back, and gulped it down in one go.

The cool liquid slid down his throat into his stomach, making him let out a comfortable burp.

However, the burning sensation originating from within the body was only suppressed for a moment before surging up again.

It's still very hot.

Fang Cheng let out a breath, picked up the remote control from the coffee table, pointed it at the brand-new standing air conditioner in the corner of the living room, and pressed a button.

With a soft "beep", the air conditioner panel slowly opened.

A cool, gentle breeze then blew out, caressing his burning skin and finally bringing a touch of comfort.

This air conditioner was just installed the day before yesterday.

Fang Cheng directly called the specialty store in a nearby shopping mall and ordered two units.

One was delivered here, and the other was delivered to my home on Jiuchang Street for my mother to sign for.

June is almost here.

The old house is located on the top floor of a tenement building. Every summer, the roof is baked by the sun all day long, and at night it becomes like a steamer, unbearably hot and stuffy.

In the past, when conditions were limited, we could only endure the sweltering summer heat by going shirtless, with an electric fan blowing on us, and sweating profusely.

Now that we have plenty of money, there's no need to save money in this area anymore.

If you can live a comfortable life, then do so.

Fang Cheng stood in front of the air conditioner, opened his arms, and let the cool breeze blow on him.

Before our eyes, a pale blue screen quietly unfolded, displaying a notification message:
Cleaning experience +5

Cleaning lv1 (241/250)

After these few days of extra effort, my cleaning skills are almost ready to be upgraded.

In about half a week, I should be able to reach the Master level.

I wonder what kind of skill effects will be awarded as a reward?
Fang Cheng smiled slightly, feeling quite satisfied.

Since swallowing the "Crimson Eye," out of caution, he has not gone to the club or returned to Old Factory Street, but has stayed quietly in his new house in Haitian Garden.

My daily life is very regular. I start by getting up early to do morning exercises and then do housework.

As if suffering from obsessive-compulsive disorder, he feels uneasy if he doesn't keep his house sparkling clean.

When I'm bored, I either watch TV or put on a few rented DVDs to pass the time.

Because the remaining flesh and blood in his stomach provided a continuous source of energy, Fang Cheng felt no hunger at all, and even saved himself the trouble of going out to buy groceries or shopping at the supermarket.

Over the past three or four days, apart from a few phone calls with my mother and uncle, I haven't said more than five sentences to any outsiders in total.

Fang Cheng felt that if he continued like this, he would soon become a typical shut-in, and might even develop social anxiety disorder.

But there's nothing we can do about it. Given my current state, I really should try to minimize contact with the outside world.

The negative effects of Crimson Eye continue.

The psychological issues don't seem to be too serious at the moment.

The eyeball seemed to have learned its lesson. After two failures and suffering severe damage, it went into complete hibernation and remained silent.

In daily life, apart from occasional moments of heightened emotions, he generally did not exhibit violent tendencies.

Especially after intense exercise, which allows one to release pent-up negative emotions, one can achieve a calm and peaceful state of mind, just like usual.

As for practicing meditation, Fang Cheng was no longer forcibly pulled into that crimson space to fight the gigantic Crimson Eye.

That thing seemed to have a spirit, knowing how to assess the situation.

Perhaps it is quietly accumulating strength, preparing for the next battle, in order to seize control of the consciousness of this body.

In contrast, Fang Cheng was more worried about the sudden appearance of the red light.

Because we cannot fathom its origins, we must remain vigilant at all times and dare not be careless.

Besides that, there is another hidden danger...

Fang Cheng touched his slightly deflated belly, his brows furrowing slightly.

The flesh and blood of the Crimson Eyes were extremely difficult to digest once they entered the stomach and intestines.

More than three days have passed, and less than a quarter of the remaining contents in the stomach have been resolved.

Fang Cheng's biggest concern was whether these strange flesh and blood would turn him into a new source of pollution.

After all, based on their behavior in the inner world, they possess strong corrupting properties, capable of causing terrifying flesh and blood mutations in ordinary people.

No one can say for sure whether being in close contact with others for an extended period of time will have a negative impact.

Fang Cheng originally planned to go to Ma Jianguo to learn the "visualization method".

It was precisely because of this concern that the plan was temporarily shelved.

Come to think of it, staying at home like this is a kind of alternative "self-cultivation," right?

Fang Cheng's thoughts raced, and his gaze fell on the corner of the balcony.

There were several potted green plants there, sent by my mother, meant to purify the air.

The leaves of ivy and spider plants are bright green and vibrant under the sunlight and breeze, full of life.

It appears to have remained unaffected by any corruption.

and.

Fang Cheng recalled that he had gone swimming in the sea after exercising on the beach in the early morning.

The body released a lot of sweat and heat, but did not harm the nearby fish.

Based on this, I don't think I've become a walking source of pollution yet.

"However, it's always better to be careful."

After thinking for a moment, Fang Cheng still felt a bit thirsty, so he took out a bottle of water from the freezer and drank it.

Actually, there's a faster way to speed up digestion.

That means first consuming all the true qi in the dantian, and then practicing qigong to refine the deep red eye flesh and blood in the stomach.

But doing so is tantamount to buying the box and returning the pearl.

True Qi is extremely precious. Once it is exhausted, it is extremely slow to replenish it through daily breathing exercises and food.

After all, not every martial artist is as lucky as him to possess ancient relics, which allow them to replenish their qi and blood immediately after exhausting their true energy.

Moreover, this opportunity to devour the Crimson Eye was a rare one.

To waste one's true energy simply to speed up digestion is tantamount to squandering resources and is utterly foolish.

"Slow down if you want..." Fang Cheng muttered to himself.

The most important thing now is to lie low and completely absorb the power of the "Crimson Eye" and make it your own.

He gathered his thoughts, threw the empty bottle into the trash can, walked to the hanging heavy sandbag, and casually threw a few punches.

boom! boom! boom!
The dull thuds echoed in the living room, each strike filled with a solid, penetrating force.

Fang Cheng withdrew his fist and glanced at the panel.

The various skills and experiences gained from today's morning exercise came to mind one by one.

Finally, his gaze settled on a few new messages that were shimmering slightly.

Congratulations! Through your tireless efforts, your strength has increased by 1 point.

Congratulations! Through your tireless efforts, your Agility has increased by 1 point.

"It's been improved again."

Fang Cheng's eyes narrowed slightly.

After returning from Noah Building, I spent the entire day fussing over something.

Later, during meditation, I had a battle with that giant eyeball.

Perhaps due to excessive mental exertion, I slept exceptionally well that night, without any dreams.

When I did my morning exercise the next day, I found that the progress bars for both Strength and Agility were finally full, both increasing to 61 points.

Over the next two days, the progress bar continued to grow at a rate dozens of times faster than usual.

It's only natural that they've each increased by 1 point again.

This also fully demonstrates that the flesh and blood of the "Crimson Eye" are still being digested, and the transformation of the body has never stopped.

Fang Cheng looked at the updated attribute interface.

【Strength: 62】

[Agility: 62]

[Physique: 59]

【Spirit: 60】

The progress bar for the physique column has also reached 93%.

Breaking the 60-point mark is just around the corner.

Fang Cheng slowly clenched his fist, feeling the power surging within him, which was even stronger than before.

My heart is filled with anticipation:

"If all the flesh and blood in your stomach are digested, how high will you be able to reach?"

"Cheng Jiashu! Cheng Jiashu! We love you—"

Suddenly, a deafening roar of cheers erupted from the television screen.

Fang Cheng immediately turned around and looked over.

The screen showed a large crowd, resembling a celebrity press conference.

Countless light signs bearing the name "Cheng Jiashu" formed a shimmering sea.

Fans held up support items and flowers, screaming and calling out their idols' names, the sound almost bursting through the screen.

The girls in the close-up shots on TV were so moved that they cried uncontrollably, their makeup ruined.

Amidst the roaring cheers and countless flashes of light, a tall, handsome man stood on the stage.

At that moment, he kept waving to the audience to express his gratitude and bowing in apology.

His sincere expression was so touching that it immediately elicited even louder screams.

The camera then cuts to a female reporter on the scene, holding a microphone, her voice brimming with excitement:

"Dear viewers, I am now at the comeback press conference of the famous singer and former member of 'Smiling Boys', Cheng Jiashu!"

"After being out of the public eye for nearly a month, Cheng Jiashu reappeared yesterday, drawing widespread attention from all sectors of society."

"In response to the various speculations about his personal situation in the media and online, Cheng Jiashu's management company officially clarified that he had gone on a closed-off art field trip without communication devices in order to seek creative inspiration for his new album."

"Cheng Jiashu himself also appealed at the scene, hoping that fans and media friends could give artists more private space and focus their attention back on their musical works..."

Looking at the radiant famous singer on TV, Fang Cheng's lips curled into a slight smile:
"This guy looks pretty good."

Clearly, since successfully dealing with the mastermind behind the scenes, Luo Lie, he has no longer been pursued by the Noah organization.

According to information from Xu Hao, Noah Pharmaceuticals has been seized by the police.

The special investigation team has obtained some key evidence and has officially intervened in the investigation of the company's involvement in illegal human experiments.

Meanwhile, many of Noah's elite members in the Eastern Capital branch were either arrested or on the run, forcing many secret operations to be interrupted.

This powerful force, which had long occupied the Eastern Capital, suffered a devastating blow.

Even if Noah's organization sends more experts from its headquarters, they won't be able to cause any trouble under the close surveillance of the special search team.

For at least a year or two, they will have to keep a low profile.

With this malignant tumor temporarily removed, not only was Cheng Jiashu able to return to a normal life, but Fang Cheng himself also breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as his thoughts began to turn, a bell suddenly rang, interrupting his train of thought.

Fang Cheng glanced at the phone lying on the sofa; the screen displayed Ma Donghe's number.

After thinking for a moment, he picked up his phone and answered the call.

“Ah Cheng.”

The voice that came from the other end of the phone was full of energy: "You haven't forgotten what I told you at the last gathering, have you?"

Fang Cheng was slightly taken aback: "What is it?"

"Didn't I tell you to stay home and cultivate your character? You haven't really forgotten, have you?"

Ma Jianguo's tone was somewhat hurried:

"It's been almost half a month now. Today is a good day, perfect for cultivation. Come over here quickly, and I will teach you our sect's visualization method in detail."

"Master Ma, I have some things to take care of these next few days..."

Fang Cheng was trying to find an excuse to refuse.

"Acheng, I've checked the almanac."

Ma Jianguo immediately interrupted him:
"Today is 'Heavenly Grace Day' and the five planets are aligned. Positive energy is gathering between heaven and earth, and auspiciousness is everywhere. It is auspicious for sacrifices, consecration, and school enrollment, and there are no taboos."

"If we miss today, we'll have to wait at least several decades for another day this auspicious!"

As he was speaking, it sounded like someone was calling him from the other end of the phone. Ma Jianguo paused, then quickened his pace:
"It's settled then. I have some things to take care of."

"You must be here before 2 PM sharp. Donghe has already come out of seclusion and is waiting for you..."

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Before Fang Cheng could say anything more, the call was abruptly ended.

Fang Cheng held his phone, feeling both amused and exasperated.

Learning a visualization technique actually requires choosing an auspicious day?
"but……"

On second thought, I realized that I was actually worried about the negative effects of "Crimson Eye".

Perhaps Master Ma's seemingly mysterious "visualization method" can help him find a way to completely resolve the hidden dangers.

At least it can provide some ideas.

"Never mind, let's go take a look."

Fang Cheng made a decision and stood up from the sofa.

(End of this chapter)