Tom Harris is so overweight because he just can't control his appetite. Lately, he's been working hard to lose weight, but as the saying goes, if you're destined to be fat, even drinking water will make you gain weight.

Little Tom is exactly this type. He tries really hard to diet, barely daring to eat proper meals, let alone snacks. Now, seeing Henry Clark here feasting away—cracking sunflower seeds, then peeling peanuts, then tearing open chocolate—he can't help but feel extremely unbalanced inside.

How cruel the heavens are! He works so hard to lose weight with no results, while the other guy eats all kinds of high-calorie foods and still has an athlete's physique.

The most hateful thing is... he really wants to eat too.

For a true foodie, is there anything crueler than watching someone else eat while you can only swallow your saliva?

Chapter 15: I Am Willing to Teach You Everything I Know

Time flew by, and two hours passed in a flash.

Henry Clark stretched lazily, looking completely satisfied. For the first time, he felt that this "eating to cultivate immortality" manual wasn't so bad. Other cultivators could never go into seclusion anytime, anywhere, but he could train just by snacking. After two hours of travel, his strength had made great progress.

Meanwhile, the chubby one looked utterly miserable. As a seasoned foodie, these two hours were pure torture. Fortunately, Tom Harris's willpower was rock solid—he couldn't give up halfway. He had to lose weight!

So he switched to another seat.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Henry Clark was delighted—no one beside him meant he could eat even more. So, when the train arrived, he still looked like he hadn't had enough.

...

At this time, there weren't many passengers, so the two quickly exited the station.

"Little Tom, what's the exact address?"

For this trip, Henry Clark felt it wouldn't be that simple. There were no small monsters on the train, but maybe the real test was at their destination.

"It's in the suburbs of City D, about fifty kilometers away. It's a bit far, so we'll take a taxi."

The chubby one had done his homework. There were no shuttle buses to that place. Though it was called the suburbs, it was basically the middle of nowhere. Because it was so remote, he felt uneasy.

Henry Clark nodded. Now was not the time to back down. As a cultivator, being a coward would be a joke.

They chatted as they walked and soon reached the taxi lane. Passengers lined up in an orderly fashion, and before long, it was their turn. A taxi pulled up in front of them.

"Where to, gentlemen?"

The driver was a middle-aged uncle, with a kind face but a slightly odd accent.

"Tianfengyuan."

"That place isn't close—it's out in the sticks, and there's nothing scenic there. Are you sure you want to go?"

Most drivers wouldn't say so much, but it was clear this uncle was a warm-hearted person.

The chubby one hesitated for a moment, but at this point, there was no turning back. He gritted his teeth: "We have business there, we have to go."

"Alright then!"

Since the passengers insisted, the uncle had no reason to refuse, and besides, a fifty-kilometer trip was a pretty good fare.

So the two got in, and the taxi sped off, kicking up dust.

...

Fifty kilometers isn't that far in terms of distance, but if the road is bad, it can take much longer. The uncle was prepared for a long drive, but it turned out his worries were unnecessary. The once-bumpy road in his memory had long been repaired. Though not very wide, it was smooth and fast, so in just over half an hour, they arrived.

"Huh?"

What greeted them was a row of neat houses and well-arranged buildings. Where was the promised wilderness? This place felt like a brand-new residential area.

The three of them looked at each other in surprise.

The driver uncle hadn't been here in years, so his memory was outdated.

As for the chubby one, he anxiously unlocked his phone and opened the map app, and soon his face turned into a mournful expression.

"Sorry, I typed one character wrong when I entered the address, so the search result was wrong. I thought it was the middle of nowhere."

It was all carelessness. If he'd known this was a residential area, he wouldn't have needed Harry to come with him. Thinking of the promised twenty-thousand reward, the chubby one suddenly felt a pain in his liver, a pain in his teeth, and just felt terrible all over.

As for Henry Clark, after the initial surprise, he just laughed at himself.

He'd been hoping to fight a dungeon boss... Novels really are all lies.

The trip went smoothly, but for some reason, Henry Clark felt a bit disappointed. Did he have a self-destructive streak after all?

Following the address, the door was opened by a middle-aged auntie.

She looked about fifty, dressed very neatly.

After the two explained their purpose, the auntie warmly welcomed them in.

"So you're Little Tom? How rare, how rare! A boy your age with such excellent knitting skills." The auntie smiled, clearly genuinely happy.

This was not the vibe Henry Clark expected. His last hope of meeting a dungeon boss vanished... It was obvious this auntie meant no harm—she just genuinely loved knitting.