The Elixir is for You, The Poison is for Me

After twists and turns, Lu Jing finally managed to receive his two free steamed buns as he wished.

Mainly because Song Zhongwen and his group had left, and the workers of the charcoal kiln had returned to line up one after another, finally reminding Gu Caiwei what she should do, and also giving Gu Caiwei an excuse to buy herself some more time.

Seeing that Lu Jing didn't object, she stood by the donkey cart and continued to distribute the steamed buns she hadn't finished giving out earlier.

However, this time, everyone intentionally or unintentionally kept some distance from Lu Jing, including the three people who were originally standing in front of him, who obediently ran behind him.

So Lu Jing became the first in line.

He wasn't too surprised by this, after all, he had just displayed his "divine power", standing still and killing a protector of the Three Tigers Gang, and scaring away Song Zhongwen and others with a single look. The image of a peerless master had been successfully established.

It's normal for everyone to be in awe of him.

However, after spending some more time with him, they should know how approachable he is, especially standing in the ranks of the proletariat, Lu Jing felt particularly comfortable.

While thinking, Lu Jing also looked back at the man surnamed Bai and nodded to him. Cold sweat oozed from the man's forehead, and he quickly nodded to Lu Jing, trying to squeeze out a smile on his face.

After that, Lu Jing no longer declined. He knew that if he didn't take them, probably no one else would. So he walked up.

Gu Caiwei subconsciously shrank her head back, but thinking of the decision she had made, she tried to straighten her body and said in as calm a voice as possible, "Young hero Lu, how many do you want?"

"Oh, two will do." Lu Jing had also thought about taking a few more, after all, he had just helped Gu Caiwei, and it was justified to eat a few of her steamed buns.

But when he thought about the fact that there were still many people queuing behind him, and that Song Zhongwen's galloping horse had scared some people into dropping the steamed buns they hadn't even eaten yet, Lu Jing dismissed the idea.

They were all poor people, and many didn't even know what mutton tasted like. He, a modern person, was really embarrassed to compete with them.

So Lu Jing only took the two that should have been distributed to him and ate them on the spot.

It must be said that these steamed buns tasted good, with thin skins and plenty of filling, especially with a lot of mutton. They were much more generous than a certain instant noodle brand that used a whole cow for fifty years. A bite of it made his mouth full of gravy, which was really satisfying. Lu Jing swallowed them all in a few strokes.

Then, under the surprised gazes of everyone, he walked back to the shed.

He was lucky today to have encountered a third-rate master willing to compete with him hand-to-hand, and Lu Jing was able to take the opportunity to consume a lot of internal energy, but this did not mean that he could relax.

After all, compared to the consumed internal energy, there was more internal energy left in his dantian.

Lu Jing had previously thought it was simple, because the more acupoints he opened, the more internal energy would be refreshed in his dantian. This led Lu Jing to once believe that whatever realm he was in, his dantian would refresh internal energy of the corresponding realm.

But after several encounters with people, he gradually realized that the internal energy in his dantian seemed to be much more than that of people in the same realm. So Lu Jing thought about it again and found out where the problem was.

When he was still ignorant, he could knock away the insignificant Qin Xiaotou and Fang Zijing, indicating that at that time, the internal energy in his dantian was at least as much as that of a third-rate master. When he reached the third-rate realm and fought with the Six Heroes of the same realm, the Six Heroes would fly away one by one, so at that time, his dantian at least stored as much internal energy as a second-rate master.

And now... Lu Jing also gasped, good fellow, doesn't this mean that the internal energy in his body is already as much as that of a first-rate master.

No wonder it's getting harder and harder to consume. Even though he has now obtained moves and lightness skills and started building and reinforcing his donkey cart, he still can't spend the terrifying amount of money in the room.

Could it be... that he really can only go down that path?

Lu Jing's face was not very good-looking, and he thought of his last conversation with the remnant soul in the book.

After asking about all the ways to actively consume internal energy, he asked one more question, whether there were any other ways.

It could be seen that the expression of the remnant soul in the book was a little strange, but in the end, he nodded and said, "Yes, there is, the art of harvesting yin to replenish yang."

"Dual cultivation?"

"It's just that this cultivation method is harmful to others and beneficial to oneself. It's too insidious. The cauldrons that have been harvested are often completely ruined and difficult to recover, which is despised by the people of the martial arts world. Only those unscrupulous guys in the demonic path may use this method to cultivate."

"Then may I ask where can I find such a... female demon?" Lu Jing continued to ask.

"In my time, there was a Jianghu organization called the Palace of Supreme Bliss. The successors are all women who are hidden in brothels and are proficient in the art of disguise. They can transform into thousands, and few people have seen their true appearance. It is precisely because of this that the righteous path has never been able to do anything about them. As for whether they are still there now, I can't guarantee it."

After the remnant soul in the book finished speaking, he persuaded, "I don't know why you want to consume internal energy, but I hope you can listen to my advice. The methods I mentioned before are all the right ways. As long as you are willing to spend time and effort, you will only hate that your internal energy is too little and never too much, while the latter method... it's easy to lose, but it's difficult to cultivate it back."

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Lu Jing compared his cultivation progress and the total amount of internal energy in his dantian, and felt that if he continued like this, he would probably not be able to withstand it. At that time, he might have to consider the last method, otherwise, when all the Ren and Du meridians are connected and the internal energy is endless, his trouble would be great.

Of course, unless there was really no way to go, Lu Jing would never want to be someone else's cauldron.

He wasn't worried that his internal energy would be absorbed and he would be left with nothing, because his internal energy was not cultivated but refreshed.

But even if his body was fine, the mental humiliation he suffered was real.

So what else could he do? What method could consume all the remaining internal energy every day and drag it out until he practiced the Mad Demon One Hundred and Eight Staffs to a sufficient level to achieve a balance between the storage and withdrawal of internal energy in his body.

Lu Jing was splitting wood while racking his brains, but after about half an hour, Lu Jing didn't come up with an answer, but he noticed that Gu Caiwei, who had already distributed the mutton steamed buns, had not left the charcoal kiln, but was standing not too far or too close from him, looking at him nervously.