The newly built school dormitory had always had excellent soundproofing. Now, even with two rooms in between, the sound of gaming and keyboard tapping from the third dorm was no longer muffled.

As for other minor issues, such as backaches, sore waists, or leg cramps... well, just kidding. In short, all physical discomfort had completely disappeared.

Even the scars left from childhood falls had vanished without a trace.

This was the benefit of cultivating immortality.

It had only been two days, and he was just at the first level of body refinement. If he continued to cultivate, what kind of incredible effects would he experience?

Henry Clark's face was full of joy.

Then he went to the bathroom to take a shower.

After expelling impurities, although his physique had been greatly enhanced, the side effect was that his whole body reeked.

If he didn’t wash up, let alone being disliked by others if he went out, with such a strong smell, he might even pass out from it himself.

If he wasn’t careful and ended up with fleas or lice... just thinking about it, the scene was too much for Henry Clark to handle.

“La la la, la la la, I’m a little expert at showering, washing and laughing, today I’m truly in a good mood...”

From the bathroom came Henry Clark’s cheerful singing and laughter. The misfortune and gloom of the past two days seemed to have left him; the taste of cultivation was indeed wonderful.

While showering, Henry Clark discovered that not only had his physique improved, but his figure had also become much better. The fat around his waist was gone, his little belly had disappeared in an instant, replaced by eye-catching muscles.

Very well-proportioned ones, different from those of bodybuilders.

This effect was much better than dieting or working out. Who would believe that he achieved it through binge eating?

Eating enough rice for a hundred people in one meal, yet ending up with a perfect figure—if those struggling to lose weight found out, they’d probably cry in the bathroom.

After showering and changing into new clothes, he also had to take his sheets and bedding to the laundry. He wondered if the laundry would even accept such smelly items.

Looking around, his roommates still hadn’t returned. Although there were no classes these days, their staying out all night still made Henry Clark worry. Had they run into trouble?

Maybe he should give them a call?

After a moment’s hesitation, Henry Clark decided to leave a message via chat app instead.

So he skillfully unlocked his phone, only to receive a notification from the campus network.

Henry Clark immediately had a bad feeling.

But being an ostrich wouldn’t help; not daring to face things would only make him more passive. So Henry Clark gritted his teeth, moved his finger over, and opened the campus app.

Chapter 13: The Troubles of Cultivation

The notification interface appeared. Sure enough, the news that a “big eater” had appeared near campus, finished enough rice for a hundred people, and then skipped out on the bill, had attracted countless attention and likes.

Henry Clark’s face darkened as he scrolled down the messages. After a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief. Although the comments below were very lively and there were all kinds of messages, not many people actually believed the story.

Unless someone saw it with their own eyes, who could believe anyone could eat that much just by logical reasoning?

A hundred servings of rice, and then skipping out on the bill?

Did they really think everyone was brainless? Not to mention anything else, how could a stomach hold that much? So although Henry Clark had been recognized, not many people @-ed him. Instead, everyone was mocking the person who posted the news.

Even though the post had pictures, that didn’t prove anything. The Photoshop skills were decent, but any occasional comments supporting the story were quickly drowned out by more ridicule. Now, the psychological shadow area of the person involved could probably be measured.

“Phew!”

Henry Clark let out a sigh of relief.

But he’d have to be more careful in the future. If he kept eating that much in front of outsiders, even though it sounded absurd, if enough people talked about it, eventually someone would believe it.

He’d gotten away with it this time, but soon, the chat app notification sounded again. When Henry Clark checked, it wasn’t a reply from his roommates, but rather the class group chat, which was buzzing with activity—there were seven or eight @ messages for “Green Apple Fragrance”...

He opened it, and the chat window appeared.

“Henry Clark, did you offend someone?”

...

The same message was flooding the screen.

Obviously, the classmates didn’t believe the news, but they were enjoying the spectacle.

A bunch of troublemakers!

Henry Clark didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Of course, he wouldn’t show up at this point. Lurking in silence was the only option; otherwise, if they saw him, this group would only get more excited.

He only regretted that he wasn’t the group owner or an admin, so he couldn’t use a mass mute on them.

For now, silence was golden. As the saying goes, if you don’t react, the weirdness will defeat itself. As long as he ignored them, they’d get bored after a while.

That’s what Henry Clark thought.

But he underestimated the spamming power of this bored group.

“Ding ding!”

The chat app notification kept sounding in his ears. In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed, and they were still chatting away happily.

Their mocking skills were off the charts. Henry Clark sighed, silently preparing to turn off the internet—out of sight, out of mind. If he couldn’t deal with them, he could at least avoid them.

But just then, a system notification appeared: The class group has been set to “only the group owner can speak” mode.

In an instant, the world was quiet.