I revived the Demonic Sect in North America

Li Ang wiped the sweat from his face and mumbled:

"I'm probably feeling better lately."

Bruce stared at him suspiciously and said:

"Looking good? Looking good enough to gain fifty pounds? You're not secretly using performance-enhancing drugs behind my back, are you? We're best buddies, if there's such an effective drug, you can't keep it all to yourself!"

Li Ang shook his head and said:

"I really didn't use any pesticides. You know me, I never use pesticides."

Bruce remained skeptical.

At this moment, Li Ang was thinking:

I spent the whole night practicing with Karen yesterday, but the results were still very slow.

I'm still in the beginner stage, and my internal energy is still very weak.

If one wants to cultivate to the early stage of Qi Refining as described in the "Hehuan Medicine King Manual," it would take forever, let alone the middle stage.

But Karen is already the highest-level mid-grade furnace I've ever encountered.

It seems that if I want to increase my cultivation speed, I still need to start with pills and find a way to obtain more efficient body-refining pills.

"Hey kid!"

A rough voice interrupted Li Ang's thoughts.

Li Ang looked up and saw his boss, Martin, strolling over.

The former rugby player crossed his arms and looked Li Ang up and down.

His gaze lingered for a moment on Li Ang's arms, shoulders, and chest muscles.

Martin then stroked his stubble-covered chin, grinned, revealing a set of teeth that were slightly yellowed from smoking, and said:

"I've been observing you for a while now. You've got the marks of natural training; your muscles are well-defined, but not big enough, and your body fat percentage is low. Young man, you haven't used any performance-enhancing drugs, have you?"

Li Ang paused for a moment, then shook his head and said:

"No."

Martin gave a meaningful smile, as if he had seized an opportunity.

He pulled a crumpled business card from his pocket and handed it to Li Ang, saying:

"Then you're missing out big time, kid. You know, in bodybuilding, or in rugby, hard work alone isn't enough. You need some... special help."

Li Ang accepted the business card.

It was a cheap business card with the names of several medications printed on it:

Truncalan

Trenbolone acetate

Testosterone

Baodantong

Metenolone

Oxygen Dragon

Siteng Bolong

Kangfulong

Quttolong.

There is another line of smaller text below:

"Professional sports supplement consultation".

Martin pointed to the medications on the business card, listing them off as if they were his own treasures:

"These are currently the most popular and potent anabolic steroids. They're known as the 'Nine Dragons Power,' and I recommend three to a beginner like you."

"Testosterone is the foundation; once it's injected, your body knows it's time to build muscle."

"Stanol can help you get rid of excess fat and make your figure more defined."

"Kangfulong increases strength the fastest; you can feel the effects after taking it for a week."

"The whole package will only cost about two hundred dollars a month, and the results are immediate. Of course, if you feel that's not fast enough, I have other more potent treatments available."

Bruce walked over, frowned, and looked at Martin, saying:

"Hey Martin, don't waste your time, my buddy doesn't use drugs."

Martin looked at Bruce in surprise, as if he had heard something unbelievable:

"Why? These things aren't illegal; millions of Americans use them. Professional athletes use them, fitness enthusiasts use them, even some office workers use them. What's wrong with injecting drugs?"

Bruce shook his head, his tone resolute:

"This stuff is bad for your health."

Martin waved his hand dismissively and said:

"It's just a minor issue, it won't affect anything. Aren't you getting it yourself? Who buys my metronidazole every month? Bruce, help me persuade your brother. If you can convince him, I'll give him a 20% discount, for your sake."

Bruce shook his head again:

"No, Martin. Look at my brother's face."

What happened to this face?

"This face is very handsome."

Bruce pointed at Leon and said:

"This kid makes a living off his looks. The drugs you mentioned will affect his sexual function, causing his testicles to shrink, his penis to go limp, his hair to fall out, his acne to appear, and his skin to become oily..."

It turns out that all steroid drugs affect the body's skeletal function.

When exogenous testosterone enters the body, the body reduces or even stops its own testosterone secretion.

Long-term use can cause testicular atrophy, decreased sperm count, and other physical impairments.

After stopping the medication, certain functional impairments may occur.

In addition, steroids can raise blood pressure, affect blood lipids, and put a burden on the cardiovascular system, which can indirectly affect certain functions.

For someone who makes a living based on their looks, this is indeed a fatal flaw.

Thinking of this, Martin could only shrug regretfully, pat Li Ang on the shoulder, and say:

"Alright then, since your buddy says so, I won't recommend it. Just practice naturally; it'll be slower, but it's safer. At least it'll preserve some aspects of your life and that handsome face of yours."

Just as he was about to leave, Li Ang suddenly realized that steroids are essentially synthetic androgens.

Isn't it also a type of medicine?

However, while these synthetic agents have remarkable effects on improving and enhancing the human body, their side effects are too great.

Therefore, his sister Fiona had repeatedly warned Li Ang against using it.

But things are different now; I now possess the "Hehuan Medicine King's Manual."

This technique, which originated from the Alchemy Hall of the Hehuan Sect, has the greatest characteristic of perfectly utilizing every bit of medicinal power in the potion.

And it is perfectly immune to all drugs and poisons.

Wouldn't that be a perfect match with steroids?

So Li Ang quickly called out to Martin:

"etc."

Martin and Bruce both looked at him.

Li Ang thought for a moment and said:

"Give me a little less to try."

Bruce's eyes widened as he said:

"Li Ang, are you crazy? Didn't you never use performance-enhancing drugs? What did you say before? Muscles gained through drugs are fake, real strength comes from sweat... Aren't those your exact words?"

Li Ang shrugged and said:

"I'll just take a tiny bit to try. If it works well, we can talk about it later. If it doesn't feel right, I'll stop immediately."

Martin's eyes lit up.

Fearing Bruce would stop him again, he quickly said:

"That's more like it! Young man, I knew you were a smart guy the moment you walked in, that you knew when to be flexible. Come on, I'll prescribe you a beginner's set, half the dosage, try it first. Don't worry, I guarantee it's absolutely safe, and the effect is good."

As he spoke, he turned and strode quickly toward the front desk, taking a small metal box out of the drawer.

Bruce looked at Li Ang, opened his mouth, and looked shocked.

Li Ang thought Bruce was unhappy and was about to explain.

To Li Ang's surprise, Bruce suddenly smiled.

Bruce scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, and said:

"Actually... I'd be quite happy if you were really willing to take performance-enhancing drugs. After all, the Duke coach only disliked you because of your poor physical condition. If your physical condition could catch up, we could play football together again."

He became more and more excited as he spoke:

"If you can make it to the second team, or even the first team, and shine in the league, it will be much easier to apply for scholarships. Athletic scholarships at state universities are tens of thousands a year, enough for you and your sister to live comfortably. And..."

Seeing Bruce's hesitant expression, Li Ang couldn't help but chuckle and said:

"And what?"

Bruce grinned and punched Li Ang lightly, saying:

"And you're always chasing girls, it's worse than killing me. If you were on drugs and your balls shrank like mine, you wouldn't be able to keep getting a fever in front of me all the time."