"Mom, I know. I’ll bring him home tonight." Su Miaoke hung up and shook her head helplessly.
After hanging up, Su Miaoke’s thoughts turned to Chu Feng.
"That guy is unbelievable. It’s been so long, and he hasn’t contacted me! Am I supposed to be the one to chase after him?" Su Miaoke said, clearly displeased.
Meanwhile, Chu Feng was lying in bed with his eyes closed, reflecting on the events of the past few days.
As for Su Miaoke, he had long since put her out of his mind.
Chu Feng understood all too well that the gap between them was just too wide.
He didn’t even dare to imagine their relationship progressing any further, so how could he possibly take the initiative to contact her?
The events of the past two days felt far too fantastical, like a dream.
But it was all real.
Because the Cultivation memories in his mind, as well as the Merit, were all real.
He looked at the motionless statue of the God of Wealth and couldn’t help but sigh.
"Oh, God of Wealth, God of Wealth, if you’re still here, why don’t you talk to me for a bit?"
"Will a man as wicked as Liu Hui truly face heavenly punishment?"
The God of Wealth statue remained motionless, and not a sound was heard.
At this moment, Chu Feng had twenty Merit Points inside his body.
Ten points were obtained when he got close to Wang Hai, and the other ten came from discovering Liu Hui’s sinful Merit.
Although he wasn’t sure how Merit Points were generated, it seemed that as long as he discovered someone else’s Merit, regardless of whether it was good or evil, he could gain some for himself.
’Does this Merit only become effective through Cultivation?’
He then began to practice the Cultivation Technique the God of Wealth had given him.
The Merit Points inside his body began to flow rapidly.
Half an hour later, Chu Feng opened his eyes.
He discovered that his twenty Merit Points had been absorbed.
He had also just completed one full cycle of the Cultivation Technique.
"WHOOSH!"
"This Cultivation Technique is amazing. I feel so much lighter, completely relaxed all over," Chu Feng muttered to himself.
But then, he suddenly took a few sharp sniffs.
"What’s that smell? It stinks. Is the sewer clogged again?" Chu Feng frowned and walked toward the bathroom.
When he got to the bathroom and saw himself in the mirror, he was dumbfounded.
"Holy shit! My face!" Chu Feng exclaimed in shock.
At some point, a layer of black stuff had appeared on his face, looking like a dense cluster of blackheads.
He touched it. It was sticky. He brought his finger to his nose and sniffed.
"BLEGH~"
Chu Feng immediately threw up, losing everything he’d eaten for lunch.
It stank!
"What is this stuff? It reeks!" Chu Feng stripped off his clothes with a disgusted look and started showering.
He discovered his entire body was covered in this black, sticky substance.
After washing himself clean, he washed his clothes too.
Just as he was about to get dressed, he caught sight of himself in the mirror.
"Damn, since when did I have abs? Is that an eight-pack?"
"Holy shit, these muscles... I’m not dreaming, am I?"
Chu Feng saw his reflection in the mirror. His physique had become incredibly well-proportioned, with an eight-pack and a body full of lean muscle.
One look at that body was enough to make a group of women swoon.
Chu Feng felt himself all over, from top to bottom. Everything had undergone a massive change.
’I think I’ve gotten taller! And my skin is better too!’
The God of Wealth’s Qi Cultivation Technique!
’Is this Body Refinement?’ Chu Feng grew excited.
Just as he was getting excited, his phone suddenly rang.
"Hello? Who is this?"
"What? We haven’t seen each other for half a day and you can’t even recognize my voice? You didn’t save my number?" A familiar female voice, laced with angry questions, came from the other end of the line.
Su Miaoke!
"Oh, it’s you. What is it?" Chu Feng asked, his tone somewhat cold.
"You’re coming home with me today. I’ll be downstairs in half an hour," Su Miaoke said.
"What? Go home with you? You’re serious? I don’t have any money for a gift," Chu Feng was startled. He hadn’t expected Su Miaoke to actually ask him to go to her home.
"Chu Feng, are you a man or not? Stop being so wishy-washy! I’m not asking you to buy any gifts. You don’t need to buy anything, just come home with me for dinner. I’ll be downstairs in half an hour. If I don’t see you, you’re dead!"
Su Miaoke said angrily, then hung up the phone.
Listening to the furious voice on the other end, Chu Feng wore a helpless expression.
He got dressed and glanced in the mirror.
"Hiss... I think I’ve gotten a little more handsome," Chu Feng muttered.
Walking out of the bathroom, Chu Feng sat down on the bed.
CRACK!
Suddenly, the sound of splintering wood rang out.
"Holy shit! My bed!"
The sound startled Chu Feng, and he leaped to his feet.
When he turned to look at his bed, he saw that the support beam had cracked and looked like it could snap at any moment.
’Did I gain weight? Can this Body Tempering thing actually increase your weight? I wonder how much I weigh now. I’ll have to find a scale and check some other day.’
Chu Feng found a bunch of books and used them to prop up the bed.
「Half an hour later.」
Chu Feng’s phone rang right on schedule.
He answered the call.
"I’m downstairs. Get down here," Su Miaoke’s voice came through the phone.
"Coming."
Chu Feng quickly freshened up, changed into a relatively new suit, and left.
He had spent several hundred on this suit and only wore it for important occasions; normally, he couldn’t bear to wear it.
As Chu Feng went downstairs, the first thing he saw was Su Miaoke’s luxury car, a Porsche 918.
As Chu Feng walked downstairs and into view, Su Miaoke, who was sitting in the car, was momentarily stunned.
She didn’t snap out of it until Chu Feng opened the car door, got in, and called out to her.
"Let me tell you something. If your parents dare to humiliate me later, I’ll turn around and walk out. I won’t give them any face," Chu Feng said coldly.
He had already prepared himself mentally. After all, his status was too low; he was just a poor guy.
"You’re overthinking things." Su Miaoke rolled her eyes at him, then added, "But you do look a lot more handsome when you dress up. It’s just that this suit is too cheap."
Chu Feng: "..."
The car started, heading straight for Beihai Bay.
The Beihai Bay Villa complex was located right next to Beihai, boasting beautiful scenery.
The car stopped in front of Villa Number 17. Chu Feng felt nervous and uneasy.
"Let’s go," said Su Miaoke.
And so, Chu Feng followed Su Miaoke into the villa.
"Miaoke, you’re finally back! This must be your boyfriend, right?" As soon as they entered, an extremely stylish, wealthy-looking woman walked toward them, her face all smiles.
Next to this woman was a middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"You must be Chu Feng?" the middle-aged man asked, sizing him up.
Looking embarrassed and nervous, Chu Feng addressed Su Miaoke’s parents: "Sir, Ma’am, hello."
He was incredibly anxious, already bracing himself to be reprimanded.