"She did not mess up this time… did she?"
Lin Fan examined himself the instant he transmigrated back. Still, there was nothing out of place—that is, aside from his change of clothes?
As he pulled down his pants for a look… yeah, even the underwear was changed.
Still, his junior was dangling.
"Luckily, she was not messing around. That said, changing even my undergarments, this tigress… ahem. Is this really alright?"
"I promised not to change her clothes, but she changed mine?"
In that very moment, Lin Fan felt as if he lost out.
Monumentally!
Wasn't these days all about gender equality? Why can't I change her clothes when she changed mine? Isn't this bare-naked discrimination and double standard?
"No way. I have to find a chance to get even!"
Lin Fan gritted his teeth.
Then, he turned on his phone to find the video Qi Zixiao left.
In the video, 'he' was speaking calmly at the lens.
"Has there been any developments on my request to find a way to travel to the cultivators' realm?"
And then…
That was it.
Lin Fan searched through both phones, and found that there really was nothing else aside from that one question.
"That's…"
Leaning back on his sofa, he rolled his eyes. "Where am I supposed to find the cultivators' realm? The novels tend to describe warp portals between stars, but does Earth even have stuff like that?"
Lin Fan felt doubtful.
Be that as it may, he had a feeling that there might be!
After all, if Earth really had no connection to the cultivators' realm, then how did the divine myths about sages and demons came to be?
Nonetheless, that stuff was too distant from where he was right now, and finding them was too, too difficult.
'For now, it's better if I take good care of myself and the people around us.'
Lin Fan thought then…
Save the world if you're rich; save yourself if you're poor.
Of course, 'rich' and 'poor' did not only refer to fortune. But the problem here was that not only was Lin Fan penniless, he had no awesome abilities either!
Though he learnt Qi Zixiao that she had cultivated Fluid Body, it was only to novice levels.
Moreover, Fluid Body was nothing profound in the cultivators' realm.
"Fluid Body… a cultivation method that really fits women… and girly boys." Lin Fan muttered, the corner of his mouth twitching. "And here I was thinking why my skin had become so fair."
"So, should I test my physique now?"
At the moment, no matter what the case may be, he was a half-baked physique cultivator, and he needed to fully understand his ability.
Or… he would really mess up easily.
After some thought, Lin Fan ran off to the kitchen to get a fruit knife.
Pondering on it for a moment, he then gritted his teeth. "It's just a scar at worse. What is there to be afraid of? Let's go!"
He gently cut into his arm.
The ice-cool touch of the blade was very distinct, but there were no scars even after Lin Fan cut himself and his skin was as smooth as it had been in the first place.
"Amazing! o(￣▽￣)d !!"
The fruit knife was not blunt at all—when he last cut an apple, his blood gushed out when he accidentally sliced his finger!
"Let's try harder…"
He tested again with thirty percent of his strength.
There was a clear sense of pain this time, but he endured it.
Then, he found a white mark where the edge had cut. It was very distinct, but there was still no wound.
With that done, he tested with half his strength…
He was really wounded this time. A gash stretched across his skin, but he still wasn't bleeding—the wound was clearly skin-deep.
"My strength is now probably several times greater than a normal person's, and I wasn't bleeding even after I used half my strength cutting myself with a sharp fruit knife. That means most people wouldn't be able to easily hurt me with a blade."
Hence, Lin Fan had a rather clear knowledge of his physical defense now.
"However, I should still not be carless."
"I have to say, I would be able to withstand the cut of a blade in spite of the pain. Even so, I might not be able to stop the stabbing from a razor-sharp tool…"
Still, testing if a razor-sharp tool would pierce through himself?
Lin Fan was not that dumb to run off, buy a scalpel or something to cut himself.
What if he was cut open?
After having a general understanding of his defense, next up was speed!
Using the stopwatch function on his phone, Lin Fan found a quiet street. Since it was not working hours and there were no one nearby, he counted the distance and dashed at full-speed, eventually clocking himself covering a hundred meters in five seconds…
"Almost doubling the speed of the world record!?"
Lin Fan's heart skipped a beat!
Was such records not ridiculous? Wouldn't he get tired of getting gold medals if he participated in track and field?
What a pity that he could not actually do that.
It would be difficult not to draw attention with such an outrageous performance.
"Then, what about strength?"
"Should I test it out in a gym?"
"Forget it, I'll just move bricks instead. Gyms cost money and I could generally estimate my strength by moving bricks."
With that in mind, he cheerfully sent Liu Dezhu a message, confirming that the construction site still requires assistance before dashing there.
And then…
…
"Woah?!!!"
"What the heck, five bricks?!"
"Isn't that over four hundred catties? And he's moving them like toys?"
"Where did the head contractor find such a monster? What is he, the incarnation of Li Yuanba?"
The other brick-moving contractors were dumbstruck!
Even the strongest amongst them could only move two bricks at a time, and not continuously at that.
But what about Lin Fan?
Not only was he moving five at once, he did it again and again in rapid succession…
While others moved one brick each trip which took between three to five minutes, he ran back and forth in less than two minutes!
"Is he even moving bricks now?!"
Unable to hold back any longer, Lao Shan exclaimed. "This is clearly robbery!"
Everyone came to their senses at that.
Yes, was he not here to take their money?
He moved so quickly and so rapidly—what are we supposed to move when he's done?!
Someone had an idea then. "Should we rough him up?"
Everyone: "(ˉ_￣～)"
"Rough him up? How?"
"I think that works. You should go, I'll back you up…"
"How the heck are we supposed to rough him up? I don't want to die yet."
"Actually, we don't have to beat him up. Fighting in this society at this age? Whoever falls to the dirt first wins, and we'll swindle a few thousand bucks off him, each…"
"…"
Everyone became silent at that, seemingly persuaded or considering the possibility.
"I'll swindle you of a few thousand bucks first!"
An angry bark could be heard then.