Gao Wu: I have a dimensional gate

Others thought Lu Qiu's transformation would take a week, but Wang Hao knew it would only take two days.

To be precise, it started from the day before yesterday after school when Lu Qiu said, "We're not on the same path."

When he heard those words, Wang Hao even felt a little smug. No wonder they were brothers who grew up together; they even shared their inferiority complexes.

He also offered Lu Qiu a few words of comfort.

Wang Hao had previously thought his good friend was being arrogant, but now he realized that the statement was extremely arrogant, leaving him both bitter and pleased.

I'm so glad you're no longer at the bottom of the class, but it's also bittersweet that you've suddenly soared to new heights.

However, Lu Qiu has the resources. All of 032 has only failed to produce a top-tier martial arts student in ten years, but it has not produced a high school student who has achieved extraordinary talent before the college entrance examination in decades.

After the punching power test, Wang Hao practiced for three extra hours that night and felt that Lu Qiu should be able to get into the same martial arts university as him.

Brothers should walk together for life.

But after the initial assessment this morning, Wang Hao lost the courage to continue his efforts.

The gap between him and Lu Qiu is simply too great, so great that he can't even muster the will to catch up. So be it, a third-rate martial arts university. They are destined to go down different paths in life.

Even now, as he walks towards Luqiu, Wang Hao feels as if his legs are filled with lead.

He was too embarrassed to speak up, afraid that Lu Qiu wouldn't say anything, and even more afraid that after Lu Qiu's strength improved, he would realize that their relationship wasn't as good as he thought.

But Lu Qiu stopped.

After becoming a Little Celestial, his five senses became much sharper than before, and he could even distinguish the person approaching from the sound of footsteps as Wang Hao.

You can also tell the hesitation and uncertainty in Wang Hao's steps.

"What's wrong, Haozi?" he asked.

"Ah," Wang Hao raised his drooping head, stopped in his tracks, unsure whether to go forward or backward, "What are your plans after school?"

Lu Qiu said, "Let's do more practice."

With his D-grade equipment, he couldn't wait to enter the portal and have a fight with the Skull Crusher Cat.

I practiced the White Crane Stance all day today, and my proficiency has reached 1/100 of the proficiency level. I have fully mastered the Folded Wing Stance.

Now he can freely mobilize the power of his whole body with every move, and each strike can reach the power limit of 800kg.

He planned to sell a batch of blood saliva to Zhao Liu, and use the proceeds to buy some exotic beast meat. He needed to quickly improve his muscles and bones.

After getting home, organize your thoughts on today's practice and post them in the group. This will not only improve your own understanding of practical application, but also help those who paid for the course to improve their skills to some extent.

"Oh, well, you go ahead and do your thing." Wang Hao hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't muster the courage to speak.

"Haozi, you've been absent-minded all day. Are you not going to participate in the practical training? Or is something on your mind?" Lu Qiu asked suspiciously.

His childhood friend, who has always been an optimist who believes that martial arts practitioners will hold up the sky even if it falls, is acting strangely today.

What was clearly just an ordinary expression of concern sounded jarring to Wang Hao, who finally mustered the courage to grit his teeth and speak:

"Brother Lu, are you not going to include me in your games anymore?"

"Playing?" Lu Qiu paused for a moment, then laughed. "Practical training starts in eight days, and the college entrance exam is in two months. It's more like I'll be training you then. Put in the effort; with your level, you might be able to get into a second-rate martial arts university."

"I'll post my thoughts on today in the group later," he said, walking over and patting Wang Hao on the shoulder. "By the way, call me the same way you used to. Calling me 'Brother Lu' like everyone else does sounds too formal."

After saying that, Lu Qiu waved his hand and headed north of the city.

Wang Hao stared in the direction Lu Qiu had left for a while, until Lu Qiu was almost around the corner, before calling out, "Lu Qiu, I'm going back to practice some more. I'll be waiting for your feedback!"

……

After entering Ping'an Residential Area, Lu Qiu walked to Zhao Liu's door and knocked.

Just as he thought Zhao Liu was setting up his stall and getting ready to go to the market street, the door opened.

Zhao Liu poked his head out, sporting huge dark circles under his eyes: "Hey, Brother Lu, why did you come straight here today?"

"Here's your extractor back. Sell some stock while you're at it." Lu Qiu walked in and casually asked, "Not setting up your stall today?"

"Hey, I received a large batch of adenomas last night, and the quality is far worse than yours. The blood saliva is of poor quality, and it's riddled with impurities."

"I didn't get to sleep until noon today. I only produced 1000ml of standard bloody saliva, and the rest was all rough stuff."

Lu Qiu was slightly surprised: "That's seventy or eighty adenomas? You've struck it rich!"

It takes him a little over ten minutes to treat an adenoma, but Zhao Liu spent almost twelve hours on it, and that's about the same amount.

"If only there were that many," Zhao Liu said with a bitter face, waving his hand. "It takes me about half an hour to extract each batch, and I only get about thirty."

"Three long-term customers ordered at the same time, and they only wanted the standard size, 700 each for a total of 2100ml. I'm really worried about this."

"What a coincidence," Lu Qiu said, taking out an extractor and fourteen test tubes from his bag. "I happen to have a batch of blood saliva that I need to extract."

"Hey bro, handle it gently!"

The moment Zhao Liu saw the blood saliva, he cried out in distress.

This little baby costs five thousand yuan. Lu Qiu's movements are too casual. What if it breaks?

He brought over the test kit and carefully inserted the blood saliva into it one by one: "How's the quality? We need to check not only the toxicity residue and impurity rate of the blood saliva, but also its overall quality."

Lu Qiu didn't care at all: "Go ahead and test it."

Thirty-two years old blood saliva, after extraction, is of the highest quality, and I never thought that the quality would be subpar.

"Alright, brother, please have a seat. It'll be ready in the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!"

Zhao Liu glanced at the fifteen reagent bottles and saw that they were all a deep, dark red color, so the quality must be pretty good. He quickly poured himself a cup of tea and went back to the storeroom to get the equipment.

Unlike the portable testing device given to Lu Qiu, this time Zhao Liu brought out a huge one.

I carefully applied a tiny amount of the needle to the slide, then pushed the instrument in and waited for the results.

A moment later, a cold electronic voice announced the results: "Quality 100, purity 93%, toxin residue 5%, impurities 2%."

Zhao Liu's expression was priceless; his facial features twitched for a long time as if he were having a stroke, and finally he twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Awesome."

He tested all fourteen remaining blood saliva samples.

One electronic sound after another rang out; the first nine were standard, the last four and a half were rough, but all were of 100 quality.

Zhao Liu felt dizzy and pushed all fifteen slides back in to examine them again, but the result was still the same.

He sat across the coffee table, staring blankly at the test kit: "Brother Lu, how did you do this? My god, 100% quality?"

Not to mention that blood saliva wood has a long growth cycle, theoretically it takes five years to reach a quality of 100.

Once the quality reaches 60, it will quickly be devoured by the nearby Bone-Eating Rats, making it extremely difficult for martial artists to explore and collect.

Therefore, 60 is already an extremely high quality. Of the batch he refined himself, only one-fifth reached the 60 quality level.

These fifteen vials of blood saliva before us differ only in purity; all are of top quality!

Lu Qiu took in Zhao Liu's expression, chuckled to himself, and then reached for the test kit: "So, are you going to accept it?"

"Take it, why wouldn't I take it!" Zhao Liu grabbed the test kit and hugged it to his chest. The movement was so big that he fell to the ground, but he still wouldn't let go.

"My own extracted standard blood saliva costs 5,000 per vial, and the coarse one costs 3,000. I'll pay you 8,000 for your standard product and 5,000 for your coarse one, cash on delivery!"

Seeing Lu Qiu's ambiguous smile, his face contorted with pain: "I'll also give you the portable extractor, Brother Lu, plus three batteries! And..."

"No need to add any more," Lu Qiu interrupted him. "You have some exotic beast meat, right? I need to buy a batch. Just sell it to me at a lower price."

"Absolutely no problem!"