Gao Wuming: From Dockworker to Physical Achievement

Chapter 148 Uncle

"I'm afraid this is the true use of this secret medicine: to enslave a demon to work for you, to offer sacrifices, and to boost your blood and energy."

"No wonder he could reach the pinnacle using the secret medicine; there's something real about it." Chen Yi exclaimed.

He simply accepted the tribute offered by the other party.

This time, there's no need to swallow it anymore.

The active blood and qi released a roll, which absorbed all the offerings.

[You have consumed a large number of creatures from the demon realm, your health +1.]

The appearance of text before his eyes indicated that his Qi and blood had increased slightly.

"Hehe, it really works."

Chen Yi couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He was constantly worried about how to increase his Qi and Blood attributes, as he lacked proper training methods.

Now he doesn't have that problem anymore, because there are strange creatures constantly hunting and offering him food.

His vital energy and blood can increase on their own.

"This secret medicine is truly a wonderful thing. Why didn't I get it sooner?" Chen Yi exclaimed.

If those Qi Condensation Realm martial artists were still alive and knew his thoughts, they would only twitch their faces and curse him angrily.

That's not how the secret medicine is used at all.

The real use is to feed it itself, offer it as tribute, and obtain some leftover scraps from predators.

Even just fragments can greatly increase the body's recovery ability and physical strength, which increases martial arts potential.

From an outsider's perspective, it seemed that the use of the secret medicine accelerated the recovery of injuries sustained during martial arts training.

Unlike Chen Yi, who directly enslaved the secret medicine.

Unfortunately, the master masters of the three major martial arts schools were all dead and could not teach Chen Yi the correct usage.

"Go find me a bag, one that I can carry on my body," Chen Yi instructed his henchman.

The henchman quickly went out to look for it and soon brought back a backpack.

Chen Yi put the remaining four jars into his bag and hung the backpack on his body.

He carried it with him at all times, waiting for the monstrous pieces of flesh to be offered as tribute.

Then he looked at Wei Kai.

This time, with his senses activated, he realized that Wei Kai was enveloped by something.

Most of Wei Kai's body had been digested, with only the area where his blood and flesh were intact.

As a result, the thing that enveloped Wei Kai extended its perception into the real world, intending to physically deal with Wei Kai directly.

Chen Yi sensed through his blood and physical body that the head growing on Wei Kai's neck was essentially a tentacle-like thing, constantly exploring its surroundings.

Once it has determined the perception required for the real world, it can directly devour Wei Kai.

"So that's how it is. But why can demons directly devour real-world martial artists?" Chen Yi frowned.

Logically speaking, if a martial artist cannot sense demons and monsters, it means they are not in the realm of demons and monsters, so how could they be preyed upon?

If one had a sense of sight, one should be able to tell just by looking at it. Unfortunately, right now one only has a sense of touch, so one is essentially blind.

Chen Yi looked at the eerie head on Wei Kai's neck.

I'm pondering whether or not to pull it out.

After thinking about it for a while, I decided to keep it.

If Wei Kai's monster is exploring the perception of the real world, and it finds its way to communicate, then perhaps it can achieve this.

Chen Yi wanted to try it out and see what it was like to communicate with the other party.

He remained seated, waiting for Wei Kai's eerie infection to develop.

During the time he waited, some things were also happening in the concession.

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"Chen Yi, you've truly accomplished something remarkable! The imperial court can't do anything to him, the imperial court can't do anything to him! I never imagined that my old Chen family would..."

Yet another person like that can still emerge.

In a Western-style building in the concession, in the study, Chen Ruian sat at his desk, looking at the newspaper.

On the table were many newspapers; anyone who reads newspapers regularly would recognize that these newspapers represented the total number of newspapers from the past few months.

Chen Ruian's first phase was a flop, so he bought them all.

The uncle and nephew had a discussion about it later.

If Chen Ruian is going to live in the concession, he should try not to reveal his relationship.

Otherwise, countless people would become enemies with Chen Yi, and since they couldn't do anything about him, they would turn their attention to his uncle.

Chen Ruian knew this, so he never told anyone that the now invincible dock gang was in charge of his nephew.

His wife and daughter knew that he had a nephew named Chen Yi, but neither of them cared about what was happening at the dock.

His wife, Peng He, only had eyes for the wealthy women's card games.

The daughter, Wang Rou, only attends gatherings with those second-generation rich kids.

Moreover, someone who truly cares about the docks wouldn't associate Chen Ruian's nephew with Chen Yi, the dock gang leader.

They would only assume that it's someone with the same name.

As for Chen Ruian, although he didn't reveal the relationship, he read every single newspaper about the docks.

During this period, Chen Yi offended people everywhere, including foreigners and the imperial court, which made him very anxious.

All we can do is pray that Chen Yi can get through this.

That was no longer something he, as a manager of a foreign firm, could be involved in.

Although he was respectable, the foreigners that Chen Yi killed were people to whom he would have to bow respectfully if he encountered them.

They never imagined they would kill him.

Fortunately, Chen Yi eventually succeeded in developing his business.

After finishing reading the newspaper, Chen Ruian leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

He had read these newspapers many times, but every time he saw them, he was still horrified.

"It's a pity that as an uncle, I can't help more. Sigh, everyone has their own destiny. I don't want to go through too much trouble. I just want to live a peaceful life."

Chen Ruian shook his head.

If he joins the dock gang, he will have a very high status, after all, he is Chen Yi's uncle.

However, he did not have such ambitions; all he wanted was to repay Peng He's kindness and live a peaceful life.

"Yes, it's time to go to work."

After glancing at his watch, Chen Ruian stood up from his chair, walked to the full-length mirror, straightened his suit, and left the study.

Outside, Peng He was applying expensive nail polish to her fingers, while Wang Rou was shrilly talking about the experiences of a certain second-generation rich kid.

Upon seeing Chen Ruian come out, he immediately called out, "Uncle Chen, I've run out of pocket money."

Peng He smiled and said, "I've had my eye on that bag for several days now. When are you going to buy it?"

Chen Ruian rubbed his temples: "Wait until I get paid, in a couple of days."

The two men's attitudes changed immediately, their faces showing disgust, but they were unwilling to say another word to Chen Ruian.

Chen Ruian was already used to this, and walked out of the room with his briefcase.

After Chen Ruian left.

The two then continued talking.

Peng He said, "It seems that your Uncle Chen is becoming more and more disgusted with us, mother and daughter, and is giving us less and less money."

Wang Rou said, "Mom, his heart is with his nephew. He's not family with us. He's definitely leaving all his money to him."

Upon hearing this, Peng He's face twisted in pain, her malice practically overflowing: "I knew he was heartless. You know, when he first came to Tianhai, he had no food or lodging, but I gave him money. Now that he's successful, he thinks he's forgotten his roots? He's worse than an animal!"

He grew angrier and angrier, grabbed a glass from the table, and smashed it hard.

Clang!

Glass shattered all over the floor.

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