Han Yu felt as if he was situated within a mystical void shrouded by immortal mist, surrounded by golden tadpoles.
The golden tadpoles initially floated in the void, then, as if they had spotted food, they swarmed toward Han Yu's body like frenzied.
Unexpectedly, Han Yu didn't feel any pain; instead, he felt an indescribable comfort throughout his body.
Looking down subconsciously, he saw his body covered with golden tadpoles, emanating bursts of dazzling golden light.
Time passed without measure, and the little tadpoles seemed to transform into golden frogs, starting to hop methodically through his meridians.
Han Yu stared at the little frogs, following their hopping paths, and an unperceived warm current began to well up inside him, following their movement leisurely.
In the midst of the dreamlike immortal mist, Han Yu, as if possessed, controlled the warm current to flow through his meridians in a full circle, again and again.
After an indeterminable time, the golden frogs gradually dissipated, eventually vanishing without a trace as a beam of golden light.
"Ah..."
It was then that Han Yu opened his eyes, returning to consciousness.
Before his eyes, there was no ethereal immortal mist, no golden tadpoles or frogs, just furniture and appliances wrecked in disarray.
"Heh..."
Han Yu let out a wry laugh; he had indeed had an absurd dream.
He picked himself up from the ground, picked up the alcohol and cotton to continue tending to the wounds on his waist and back.
However!
In the next second, he was struck dumb.
The wounds on his body that had been bloodied by the thugs of Fatty Guo Zhenwei had unexpectedly healed, without even forming scabs!
Han Yu rushed to the bathroom and looked in the mirror to find that not only were the bloody wounds gone, but the bruises made by pipes and baseball bats on his back had also disappeared!
What he found most incredible was that even his head didn't hurt as much as before.
He glanced at the dark-purple birthmark on his waist; it had now faded significantly.
"Could it be that it wasn't a dream?"
Han Yu muttered to himself, then closed his eyes, and indeed he had a copy of the Golden Tadpole Script, the "Heavenly Mystery Record," in his mind.
He hurriedly opened the "Heavenly Mystery Record" and began to cultivate according to the martial arts described therein.
Before long, Han Yu's forehead began to sweat profusely, a warm current sparkling with golden light slowly emerged from his Dantian, and then spread throughout his limbs and every part of his body.
Everywhere it flowed was incredibly soothing!
Especially at the top of his head at the Baihui acupoint, it felt refreshingly clear!
"Could this be what they call Martial Artist's True Qi? Does this mean I also have a chance to become an Innate Martial Artist?"
Han Yu leaped up, his eyes full of excitement.
During his service in the Special Combat Team, he had heard that Great Xia's real experts were actually Innate Martial Artists. Compared to those Innate Martial Artists, they, the soldiers, were simply too weak.
Now that he had obtained the "Heavenly Mystery Record" and could cultivate True Qi, this was a gift from heaven!
"Gurgle..."
Han Yu's stomach grumbled, reminding him that he hadn't eaten anything since returning from the hospital.
It was pitch dark outside. Han Yu fished out his phone from his jacket to see what time it was.
"What? It's already the seventh? Hasn't it been three whole days?"
Seeing the date and time on his phone, Han Yu was stunned; he had never thought that he would faint and end up unconscious for three days!
No wonder his stomach was growling.
Han Yu rummaged through his messed-up home for a pack of instant noodles. He didn't even bother to boil water, tearing open the packaging and crunching away on the dry noodles.
He nibbled on the instant noodles while scrolling through his phone.
Several dozen messages in his Weixin were from his food delivery colleagues, mostly asking about his relationship with Lin Qingya.
Li Zhipan, who was fired, sent most of the messages. Initially, they were pleading, but as time went on and he seemed to be ignoring them, Li Zhipan's tone became annoyed and even threatening. He claimed that his cousin was a big deal in the underworld and warned Han Yu to be careful.
"Idiot!"
Han Yu let out a cold laugh, not taking Li Zhipan's threats seriously at all.
He couldn't be bothered to look further at those messages and started browsing through Moments.
As soon as he opened his social feed, Han Yu was absolutely livid!
There were a good seven or eight posts from Li Mengting, completely dominating the screen.
Most of these posts were videos of her having a blast at a nightclub, with the latest one being a selfie.
In the photo, the scantily clad Li Mengting was holding a bottle of red wine and sitting on the couch with the plump Guo Zhenwei, both of them making a kissing gesture. The caption read:
"Another night of drunken debauchery, following Wei around eating king crab and sipping on Bordeaux Red Wine everyday, I feel like I've gained a ton, laughing crying emoji. Speaking of which, drinks at Caesar International are way too expensive, a single bottle costs 298,888, that's like a decade of food delivery for some poor sods..."
The more Han Yu read, the angrier he became.
Throughout the time he was dating Li Mengting, she had never once posted a photo of him, let alone a couple's selfie!
Now that she was with Guo Zhenwei, she immediately posted such an intimate photo of the two of them, as if she wanted the whole world to know.
What enraged Han Yu the most was the last line of the caption, which was clearly meant for him to hear.
Dammit, calling me a poor sod, yet you refuse to pay back the two hundred thousand you owe to my foster mother!
"Caesar International? Fine, I'll come to you!"
Han Yu took a deep breath to calm himself down, then picked up his electric scooter key and walked out.
Caesar International Club was located in the new district of Jinling City and was a well-known nightclub.
It was always bustling with people, and many of the city's second-generation rich kids liked to hang out there, reportedly spending at least five figures on average, with even a casual bottle of wine costing a few thousand.
The clientele here were all either rich or noble.
At nine in the evening, Han Yu parked his electric scooter outside and followed the crowd into the club.
This was when the nightclub was busiest, with every bar counter packed.
Han Yu casually found a spot in the main hall to sit and began scanned the crowd for Li Mengting and Guo Zhenwei.
Suddenly!
A familiar figure appeared in Han Yu's sight.
There, the refined bun-haired beauty, Tang Yiyi, who had once driven a Maserati and accidentally scratched his scooter, sat with three or five friends at bar counter A03, looking somewhat constrained.
After chatting for a while, Tang Yiyi set down her glass and stood up to walk in the direction of the restroom.
Once she was gone, a female companion dressed in a red dress took out a pill and sneakily dropped it into Tang Yiyi's drink.
"Shanshan, how effective is this drug?"
Opposite Tang Yiyi sat a tall and thin man in Armani who, seeing the woman in the red dress make her move, asked.
"Mr. Zhao, rest assured, the effect of this drug is extremely good! Once she drinks it, Yiyi will be yours!"
The woman named Shanshan squeezed out a smile and continued, "And the 150,000... do you think..."
"Hmm, as long as Tang Yiyi accompanies me to the hotel tonight, our previous accounts will be settled!"
The man in Armani waved his hand dismissively, then looked down the corridor with anticipation.
A little while later, Tang Yiyi came out of the restroom and returned to the bar.
"Shanshan, Mr. Zhao, sorry, I have some things to take care of and can't stick around for drinks. Maybe next time."
The moment she came back, Tang Yiyi wanted to leave.
Although she and Shanshan were close friends, she was not very familiar with Zhao Tianci, the man with the hawk-like nose in front of her, so naturally, she didn't want to stay long.
"Don't leave!"
Gao Shanshan quickly pulled Tang Yiyi onto the sofa, "Mr. Zhao ordered so much wine, it would be such a waste to not drink it... "
Zhao Tianci, however, was quite gentlemanly. He chuckled, "Shanshan, since Miss Tang has things to do, let's drink another time."
"But you'll have to finish the drink in this cup, okay?"
"You won't deny me that bit of face, will you, Miss Tang?"
Tang Yiyi looked at the cup she had been drinking from, which still had half a cup of wine left. She hesitated for a moment, then picked up the glass, about to drink it.
An indifferent voice suddenly came from behind.
"Don't drink that wine!"
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