Worldwide Awakening: My Soul Kinds Are Lost

Chapter 767 - 767: Cultivating Ironbone Grass into Brittle Bone Grass

The martial arts examination in River City went off without a hitch, though it nearly didn't.Apparently, an anti-government organization had infiltrated on the eve of the examination, but fortunately, it was discovered in time, and even their inside moles were rooted out.

Then everything went smoothly.

After reading about it, Wang Linchi heaved a sigh of relief. It was a good thing he had guaranteed admission; otherwise, things really might have gone south. Only because I, the protagonist, wasn't present, were they caught. Otherwise, it would have been quite a show. How can a play begin without its main character?

Then, a large-scale cleanup began in River City.

There's no way Great Zhao Country could tolerate someone messing with the martial arts examination. It's also fortunate that they didn't succeed this time; otherwise, the Great Zhao government would have completely lost face.

It wasn't just River City; corresponding crackdown operations began all over the Great Zhao Country. Whether they genuinely intended to crack down or were just putting on a show, they still had to respond somehow.

This incident had nothing to do with Wang Linchi, as it didn't affect him.

Wang Linchi was busy transforming his own body. The transplant operation for his symbiotic bacterial colony was quickly completed.

The transplant was just the beginning. The bacteria then needed to multiply further, eventually forming a symbiotic model, a process that would take some time.

During this process, Wang Linchi's overall physical condition would decline, as if he had fallen ill. However, his Poison Skill would steadily increase, making the original Toxin effects even stronger.

For instance, with one palm strike, his opponent would immediately foam at the mouth, twitching on the ground, and even lose control of their bladder and bowels.

School starts in a month, and I remember the principal should be taking Meng Cheng to compete soon.

Thinking of this, Wang Linchi could already see the principal's star of death shining brightly.

Furthermore, Wang Linchi finally identified the strange, bone-like herb he had obtained from the so-called Mr. Wolf.

It was a plant named Ironbone Grass. Truth be told, its value was quite high. If used in sufficient quantity and with enough age, it could transform one's bones into iron, greatly enhancing their hardness.

However, the one Wang Linchi held was merely ordinary—not old enough and insufficient in quantity.

Such a luxurious material wasn't something ordinary families could afford to use. That wasn't to say it was useless; if consumed as a resource, about three plants would be enough to complete the Samurai stage Bone Tempering. They wouldn't even need to be very old; one or two years would suffice.

The one he had was indeed two years old. After consumption, it could temper a third of his bones.

That's a good idea, but when I look at my strengthening micro-ecosystem, it seems I don't really need this herb.

The effects of Ironbone Grass aren't even as good as what my photosynthesis will achieve later.

If I convert it to credits, it's probably worth about two hundred? Wang Linchi checked the recycling price offered by Eastern State Martial University.

The price was quite fair; Ironbone Grass of the same age from Eastern State Martial University would cost two hundred twenty credits.

Every additional year added ten more credits, up to ten years. Beyond that, the cost would skyrocket.

This was because, from the eleventh year onward, it could be used as a resource for the ironbone transformation, so its price certainly couldn't continue to increase according to the previous pattern.

For example, a ten-year Ironbone Grass, even just one plant, could directly complete the Samurai stage Bone Tempering.

Two hundred credits can only be exchanged for one Cultivation Technique or Martial Arts. This seems quite worthwhile.

It's high time I upgraded my archery technique.

I remember Eastern State Martial University has some kind of entrance exam, right?

Upon thinking of this, Wang Linchi instantly perked up. This was a golden opportunity to embarrass his classmates.

Feiyu Archery is outdated. I'd considered refining it myself, but wouldn't it be even better if I could exchange this piece of junk for a new technique?

As for Wang Linchi, the Ironbone Grass was indeed junk.

But on second thought, maybe not.

If I can identify the factor in Ironbone Grass that tempers bones, then reverse it and create some kind of bone-targeting Toxin...

Could I smack someone and shatter their bones into powder with a single palm strike?

That seems to have potential.

When Wang Linchi thought of this, he couldn't help but perk up. If that's the case, it's far better than selling it. Feiyu Archery might be outdated, but it's not unusable. Besides, I don't even have a bow and arrow.

Exchanging it would be a waste.

"No wonder it's a product from the underground; its vitality is truly tenacious. It's still alive," Wang Linchi said while quickly settling the Ironbone Grass in a flower pot and watering it with the Nutrient Solution he had prepared.

In just half an hour or so, the Ironbone Grass was bursting with vitality.

The Nutrient Solution was originally for Wang Linchi's own consumption. Before his micro-ecological body was fully constructed, it would draw nutrients from his body, so he needed to supplement with the Nutrient Solution.

This stuff wasn't worth much; Wang Linchi synthesized it himself from the meals he got at Eastern State Martial University's cafeteria at no cost.

Now for the genetic compilation. That's going to take some time. Wang Linchi figured it should be ready within three days.

DING DONG.

His flip phone rang.

Who would call me at this time? Wang Linchi wondered as he answered the phone. "Who is this?"

"Hey Wang, it's me." A tired voice came from the phone.

Wang Linchi recognized the voice of the principal.

"Sorry, my surname isn't Wang. You've got the wrong number," Wang Linchi replied politely and hung up the phone.

Judging by his tone, he must have taken Meng Cheng to the competition. Whether they won or lost, I can't guess without more information.

But it probably didn't go well. They were looking for someone with a special physique; why bring a 'genius' there? Were they asking for a beating?

So, the current situation is likely that the principal and Meng Cheng are being detained, and he's trying to lure me over. I'm their target; who else would they go after?

DING DONG.

The flip phone rang again. He looked at the caller ID; it was a different number.

"Hello, Brother Wang, it's me, Meng Cheng. You see..." Meng Cheng's voice, tinged with a sobbing tone but forcefully suppressed, came from the phone.

"I've told you, my last name isn't Wang. You've got the wrong person." Wang Linchi smoothly hung up.

This situation... they aren't planning to sell me off for my organs, are they...?

Wang Linchi looked thoughtful, considering the possibility. The question is, would the kidneys of someone with a special physique actually be better quality?

I glanced at my own kidneys—weakened by cultivating my Poison Skill and developing this micro-ecology. Not only are they toxic, but they're also frail. If these were actually transplanted, they'd probably send the recipient straight to their grave.

The frailty can be resolved once my micro-ecology is fully established, but the toxicity is a real problem. My Poison Skill isn't like that of other Martial Artists, confined to derived forms within qi and blood, like Air Vortexes or apertures; it permeates my entire being, from the inside out.

Just inhaling a whiff would necessitate a lung cleanse. If it actually got into someone's body, they could start picking out their Ash Urn.

Soon after hanging up, the phone rang again. This time it was a different number.

"Who's this?" Wang Linchi asked again casually.

"It's still me, Wang, I..."

It was the principal again, so Wang Linchi cut him off mercilessly.

He then temporarily shut off his phone to physically stop the harassment.

Wang Linchi looked rather somber. If my Luck is good, I should hear about the principal's death tomorrow. I don't want to wait until tomorrow, though; I want to hear the news today.

And where would I hear it from? The news, of course. Where else?

Well, he offended some important people. He might not even make the news and could just be quietly disposed of.

So, if I want to confirm the principal's death, I'll have to watch for a change in the principal position at River City's South District Second School.

If he's dead, they'll obviously appoint someone new.

If my Luck isn't that good, I'll have to judge based on news about the Meng Family.

The Meng Family has some standing in River City. If the lackeys of those powerful figures want to crush them, they'll still need a pretext.

So, I can check court verdicts or local news.

If the Meng Family collapses, suffers major losses, or gets embroiled in a public scandal, that would confirm it.

Those 'dignitaries' certainly wouldn't get their own hands dirty. Otherwise, how could they be called 'dignitaries'? Doing it themselves would be demeaning.

I'd better prepare as well. What if some mad dog decides to come after me? Wang Linchi squinted. Lately, he'd noticed a few things, like the internal strife within the Shi Family. That was common knowledge, but Shi Ming's enemies seemed to view him as a soft target.

Guo Xian seems to be on leave recently. Wang Linchi thought this might be an opportunity.