Chapter 130: Formula for Spirit-Infusion Fluid

In the few hundred years since the resurgence of spiritual energy, no martial artist had ever been able to consume pills without limit to improve their cultivation. First and foremost, the physical limitations of the body simply would not allow it. This was the reason why the number of pills a martial artist could receive each month was strictly limited; these rules were established based on the maximum amount of medicine a practitioner of a specific rank could safely absorb.

Clearly, the Martial Arts Administration and the Martial Arts Research Institute were both coveting Zhang Chu’s heaven-defying ability. They could have seized it by force, yet they chose a method that appeared far more ethical. Now, Zhang Chu was confined within a safe house. If he failed to compile a martial technique, he would likely never step out for the rest of his life.

"Teacher Zhang Chu, rest assured. As long as you can compile a martial technique, our Martial Arts Administration has the means to restore your reputation, and perhaps even make you a legend across the entire continent. By then, not just in Binzhou, but throughout the whole continent, you will be able to walk wherever you please." Seeing Zhang Chu still hesitant, Fan Tianlei began painting a rosy picture. Zhang Chu had seen this sort of tactic many times during his 007-work-schedule life in his previous existence.

Luo Zhidong also felt somewhat awkward, yet he began to offer his own empty promises to his junior fellow apprentice, even pledging the position of Vice Dean of the Academy. Finally, it was Zhang Xueying’s turn. Her lethality was equivalent to a barrage of a hundred high-energy shells: "Teacher Xiaochu, my father is having a birthday in a few days. He said he wants me to bring you over for a meal and introduce you to our family."

Zhang Xueying’s "eye-kill" technique directly breached Zhang Chu’s last line of defense: "Let’s be clear first, I can only say I’ll try; I have no guarantees."

Are you kidding me? An ability like "unlimited pill testing" was a cheat code provided by the system itself. Would he let the system open-source itself? If everyone on the continent had a system, he’d be finished!

"Kid, I knew all along that you were the pride of our Binzhou martial artists! Young, visionary, and capable of great things!" Upon hearing this, Fan Tianlei laughed heartily without any restraint. Luo Zhidong and Zhang Xueying were so awkward they could have dug a hole deep enough to hide in. It was true—the brutes at the Martial Arts Administration had stopped even pretending.

"Kid, go ahead and start compiling the technique. We old fellows will handle everything outside for you. You need any materials or personnel, the entire Martial Arts Administration will cooperate with your requests."

"We have another important matter to attend to—a trilateral meeting. We’re off." With a brief instruction, the three of them left the room. Before departing, Zhang Xueying secretly left behind a satellite phone: "Call me if you get bored."

Damn! Watching her graceful silhouette, Zhang Chu felt his nose itch. This was a classic beauty trap. The worst part was that he was actually susceptible to it! He was completely played!

Lying on a three-meter-wide bed, Zhang Chu isolated himself for two days. However, the treatment he received during these few days was several times better than before; even his smelly socks were washed by young, pretty maids. When he was in a bad mood, beautiful young ladies would even play video games with him. The corruption of the Martial Arts Administration was gradually encroaching upon Zhang Chu. As the saying goes, those who take bribes from others are soft-handed. On the third day, Zhang Chu decided to try compiling a martial technique—he had to get out of this hellhole eventually.

"System?" Finding a secluded training room and ensuring there were no hidden cameras, Zhang Chu secretly activated the system.

"The system is dedicated to serving you." A white pop-up window appeared before his eyes.

"Tell me, can this ability to absorb pills without limit be compiled into a martial technique?" Zhang Chu asked, holding a sliver of hope, but to his surprise, a white window actually popped up: "Damn, it’s actually possible?"

The system did not offer a technique to absorb pills limitlessly; instead, it provided a research plan for an auxiliary medicine called "Spirit-Attaching Liquid." According to the pop-up, "Spirit-Attaching Liquid" was a medicinal fluid that strengthened a martial artist’s absorption capacity and physical tolerance. When taking Force Pills or Spirit-Condensing Pills, consuming this liquid alongside them could increase the number of pills one could take by two to four times, depending on the martial artist's physical constitution. In other words, the Spirit-Attaching Liquid was like an expansion card that could temporarily upgrade the "capacity" of a martial artist's body.

"You damn system, you're robbing me while the house is on fire!" Zhang Chu cursed upon seeing the small footnote at the end of the description. The maids responsible for his meals heard Zhang Chu shouting from the doorway and shook their heads: "He’s lost it. Mr. Zhang Chu must be the first Dual-Force Warrior to be driven mad by the safe house. What a pity for such a handsome face."

Generating the formula for "Spirit-Attaching Liquid" required consuming 50,000 Spiritual Power points and 50,000 Force points. If he handed that over, his cultivation level would drop back to 5-star.

"How long will it take to generate the formula?" Zhang Chu pondered for a long time before asking.

"It is estimated to take three days. The host may use an acceleration pack for an additional 20,000 Force and Spiritual Power points."

Get lost! Before the system could finish its pitch, Zhang Chu forcibly cut it off and walked out the door: "Tell Fan Tianlei I want 1,000 level-9 Force Pills and Spirit-Condensing Pills. Send them over to help me calm my nerves."

Soon, Zhang Chu’s request reached the office of the Martial Arts Administration.

This was the third trilateral meeting. The people sitting in the conference room were the heavyweights of Binzhou. Representing the Martial Arts Administration were Chen Tianxiang and Fan Tianlei, representing the Martial Arts Research Institute was Luo Zhidong, and representing the Armaments Department was Zhang Daoyi.

"1,000 level-9 pills just to 'calm his nerves'? That kid is worthy of being Zhang Daoyi’s future son-in-law; he has guts," Zhang Daoyi laughed. His gaze toward Chen Tianxiang was playful: "Old Chen, if your Administration can’t spare them, hand it over to our Armaments Department. Although we don’t have as much stock as your warehouse bureau, we can still afford 5,000 pills."

"City Lord Zhang, Zhang Chu is a teacher at our Martial Arts Research Institute; it is only right that we provide the first 1,000 pills." Luo Zhidong steeled his heart. For the Institute, 1,000 level-9 Force Pills and 1,000 level-9 Spirit-Condensing Pills represented half a year’s worth of resources.

"Old Luo, don’t think I don’t know what you’re planning."

"Zhang Chu’s situation requires our Administration’s intervention to settle. Since this kid is compiling a technique for us, of course, we will provide our full support." Fan Tianlei wasn’t stupid. Zhang Chu was a hot commodity right now; the Administration had to win him over.

"Old Fan, allocate 2,000 of each," Chen Tianxiang commanded with a wave of his hand, doubling the amount. "City Lord Zhang, Dean Luo, the reason I called you here today is to discuss the matter of dealing with the demi-humans. That plan has already passed the review at the Martial God Academy, and we intend to open up a few internal testing slots soon. I wanted to discuss the list with you."

While the three parties were in heated discussion, the Binzhou Storage Bureau received an urgent order. The delivery was handled personally by inspectors from the internal affairs team, ensuring absolute security.

That evening, a storage ring was delivered to Zhang Chu in the safe house after layers of screening: "Professor Zhang Chu, Director Chen personally issued the order. He said if you need anything else, just ask; the Martial Arts Administration will cooperate fully."

"The Martial Arts Administration really is wealthy." Since Chen Tianxiang had given his word personally, Zhang Chu wasn't in a hurry to leave. Even if he went out, he’d just have to go through trials at the Armament Library. It was better to stay here, drinking tea, getting a leg massage from a maid, and popping pills to boost his cultivation.

For the next three days, Zhang Chu’s only task was taking pills. The system’s notifications rang incessantly in his mind, and he couldn't turn them off; Zhang Chu was nearly driven insane. Fortunately, after consuming 2,000 level-9 pills:

Force Points: 600,000/1,500,000
Spiritual Power: 601,000/1,500,000

He was still a long way from breaking through to 8-star, but it would be a waste not to take advantage of the Administration's generosity.

"Teacher Xiaochu, how have you been lately?" Just as he finished checking his personal status panel, a call from Zhang Xueying came in. After teasing her a bit, Zhang Chu remembered his real business: "System, start generating the formula for the Spirit-Attaching Liquid."