Chapter 3: The Techniques of the Immortal Family

At this moment, Zheng Bin had no choice but to endure Lin Feng's kindness, gradually realizing that Lin Feng's words made a lot of sense

With a loud "pop," the burly man kicked open the dormitory door, spat out his chewing gum, and cursed, "Daring to hit Song Ge, I see you must be itching for trouble. Today, the two of us will give you a taste of your own medicine."

Lin Feng has finally left. With his ears now at peace, Zheng Bin opened the drawer, which contained his diploma and bank card

Zheng Bin's hand formed a seal once again, and a flash of spiritual light passed through. The dust floating in the room coalesced into a sphere once more, about the size of a fingernail, but its color had changed to a deep red.

Two burly men came quickly and left just as swiftly. Zheng Bin lay on the ground, his hair disheveled and misshapen, his face covered in bloodstains, looking extremely tragic

Lin Feng's incessant chatter would be unbearable in the realm of cultivation; if someone were to talk like that in Zheng Bin's ear, he would have long since slapped the person down like a bug.

This is not the realm of immortals, and he is not the exalted Water Virtue True Monarch, but rather a university graduate named Zheng Bin. To survive in this world, one needs a thing called money, which is precisely the red paper slip he just flung away.

Zheng Bin opened his mouth to inhale a blood essence the size of a red bean, and a few flashes of red light passed through his body. The nourishment from the blood essence nearly caused Zheng Bin to moan, and the feeling of fullness in his meridians and dantian made his eyes light up. This was indeed a quick way to increase his cultivation level

Bang! Zheng Bin closed the graduation certificate, his fingers absentmindedly pinching the bank card, when the dormitory door was kicked open forcefully

I am also extremely exhausted, unable to stop sweating. Please stop hitting for now, don't actually kill someone.

Zheng Bin does not need to guess who these two people were sent by; if he cannot even figure this out, then he is not the Water Virtue True Monarch who has cultivated for hundreds of years before seizing the body, but rather a complete fool

The memories of integration told him that without money, life would be very difficult, let alone the fact that cultivation is quite costly

Zheng Bin felt a bit flustered. He was indeed a cultivator, but he was not a body cultivator among them, and after seizing a body, he had fallen to the first layer of Qi Refinement.

"Alright, Song is still waiting down there! If you have the energy to spend on those girls, let's go!"

Bang! Pfft... The little black ball flew up and shattered into dust in the air

"Want to run away? Beat him up." Two burly men, thinking that Zheng Bin was trying to escape, grabbed his hair and began to punch and kick him

Zheng Bin formed a hand seal with one hand, and a faint spiritual light flickered on his hand before vanishing, as he executed the Storage Technique

Is today the day I am to be beaten half to death? Zheng Bin felt unwilling to accept this; even the weakest cultivator should not be humiliated by mere mortals

The light in Zheng Bin's hand continued to flicker, as strands of black gas emanated from the red sphere. The small red ball gradually shrank, eventually transforming into a shape resembling a red bean

The two strong men were sweating profusely, occasionally wiping the sweat from their faces. One of them said, "This kid can take a beating; should we give him a couple more hits?"

Elder brother, I am exhausted. Why hasn't this fellow made a move? He wouldn't have been beaten to death, would he?

The beating lasted for one minute, and the two burly men were panting heavily. If someone were to pass by outside at that moment, they would surely think that something inappropriate was happening in the dormitory

This is Blood Essence, the essence found in the blood of mortals. In the realm of cultivation, extracting the vital blood and soul of mortals is a common method employed by evil and heretical practitioners to enhance their cultivation. Zheng Bin originally held no shame in doing so

Two burly men entered, their faces full of flesh, chewing gum, wearing gold chains as thick as a little finger around their necks, exuding an intimidating presence that gave off a sense of defiance and resentment.

However, in such a miserable state, Zheng Bin let out a chilling laugh that sounded extremely eerie, "Beat me up, and I will take half of your blood essence; consider it a favor to you."

As Zheng Bin's mind raced, just as the sole of the burly man's shoe loomed large before his eyes, he saw the small black sphere formed from the essence of his being. A sinister curve appeared at the corner of his mouth, and at the moment he was kicked down by the burly man, his finger flicked the small black sphere.

As soon as Zheng Bin smiled, Lin Feng continued to chatter endlessly, "Aren't you supposed to start working at Dongrong Hospital? Although it is a private hospital, it is quite large. Since you studied Traditional Chinese Medicine, it is very difficult to get into a public hospital. Even with connections, it is not guaranteed to get in. It's better to find a job to make a living for now..."

The diploma states that I graduated from the Traditional Chinese Medicine Department of Dongguk University, and there is a balance of 3780 yuan in my bank card

Zheng Bin lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, staring unblinkingly at the two burly men, his gaze as cold as ice, as if the one being beaten was not him

The dust seemed to have received a command, beginning to enter and exit through the pores of the two burly men.

However, the threats and beatings from the two strong men ignited a fire in Zheng Bin's heart, prompting him to employ ruthless and vicious tactics that he had never used before