Henry Stone took some Dragon-Tiger Ointment and applied it to the injured area of his meridians. Instantly, a burning sensation surged through him, as if he were inside a furnace. But after just a moment, it turned into a bone-chilling cold that made him shiver uncontrollably.

This alternating heat and cold kept assaulting Henry Stone's endurance, making him nearly faint.

However, if he wanted the medicine to take full effect, he had to stay conscious.

What he didn’t lack was tenacity—he gritted his teeth and persevered.

When the violent medicinal power finally faded, he saw that the sun had already risen—it was the morning of the next day.

Henry Stone got up, feeling an indescribable lightness.

He tried swinging his right fist—whoosh, the wind from his punch howled, but he felt no pain at all.

You have to know, before this, his tendons and meridians were damaged, so he couldn’t exert any strength at all. Even a little force would make him break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

He kicked his leg—just as steady and powerful.

He was healed!

What an astonishing healing effect, and it had only taken half a day.

Henry Stone smiled. Now that his old injuries were healed and his strength had reached the level of a junior martial artist, his life was completely different.

The Song family?

Heh.

He had breakfast at the pharmacy, his terrifying appetite scaring everyone half to death. No one could imagine that such a not-at-all-burly young man could eat so much.

After eating, Henry Stone picked up some more medicinal herbs—not for making Dragon-Tiger Ointment, but for a medicinal bath pack.

Although he had obtained the Nine-Turn Sky-Stealing Sutra, the technique focused mainly on internal cultivation, with physical training as a supplement—the two complemented each other.

And for physical training, a medicinal bath was indispensable.

Because high-intensity physical training put enormous strain on muscles, meridians, and bones, taking a medicinal bath could wash away fatigue and protect the body. Otherwise, if you trained at high intensity every day, it would be too much and you’d easily get injured.

With the help of a medicinal bath, you could do five high-intensity training sessions in ten days. Without it, you could only manage one or two—the difference was huge.

The pharmacy sold medicinal bath packs, but they were extremely expensive—ordinary families simply couldn’t afford them.

The high price was largely due to the formula, but Henry Stone had at least ten medicinal bath formulas in his mind. He could just buy the herbs and make them himself, saving a lot of money.

—Of course, he actually didn’t need to worry about money now, but the formulas he knew were far superior to those sold outside, so he would definitely make his own.

Carrying the herbs, Henry Stone left the city and headed back to the academy.

As he walked, a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips. He stopped and turned around.

Behind him, five men were following.

All five looked like ruffians—no matter how you looked at them, they didn’t seem like good people.

Henry Stone knew very well that these five had been following him ever since he left Huichun Hall. In the city, they were cautious, but once outside, they became more brazen, not afraid of being discovered.

“What are you following me for?” he asked calmly.

“We want to discuss something with you,” said a man with three small braids, smiling.

“What is it?” Henry Stone asked again.

“Oh, someone hired us to kill you,” the three-braided man said. “So, how about saving us some trouble and slitting your own throat?”

Henry Stone spread his hands. “But I don’t have a tool.”

“Here, I’ll lend you one,” another half-bald man laughed, pulling a dagger from his waist and tossing it toward Henry Stone.

Thud—the dagger stuck into the dirt, leaving only the handle exposed.

All five men grinned, not at all worried that Henry Stone would be harder to deal with now that he had a weapon.

—After taking this job, they’d done their homework. This youth was called Henry Stone. He used to be a genius at Xingfeng Academy, but that was a year ago.

Killing a Xingfeng Academy student would indeed cause a lot of trouble, but the employer was paying well, after all.

Henry Stone also smiled, then suddenly kicked the dagger’s handle. Instantly, the dagger shot out of the dirt and flew straight at the half-bald man.

The speed was astonishing.

Thud!

The half-bald man was completely unprepared. The dagger plunged into his chest, and though he still had a smile on his lips, his expression was bizarre.

Then, he finally looked down, reaching out as if to touch something, but the dagger had already pierced his heart, snuffing out his life. With a thud, his body went limp and collapsed to the ground.

“White Hair! White Hair!” the other four shouted, but the half-bald man would never wake up again.

All four looked up at Henry Stone, their faces showing indescribable shock.

It had to be a fluke!

Yes, they’d checked thoroughly—Henry Stone’s annual test results a few days ago showed a strength of only two thousand jin, and he’d crippled his own meridians and limbs. Everyone at Xingfeng Academy knew this.

“Pretty boy, you could have died painlessly, but now, I’m going to slice up that handsome face of yours, one cut at a time!” the three-braided man growled through gritted teeth.

Henry Stone smiled faintly. “You came to kill me. I’m stronger than you, so you die and I live. That’s only fair.”