At this thought, He Zhongchen was instantly ecstatic. He never imagined that something like this would one day happen to him.
The legendary black lumps of flesh that countless Martial Artists desperately sought had actually appeared right here in his room.
After all, this was a divine object capable of letting a beggar skyrocket to success overnight and allowing a cripple to be completely reborn in a single day.
He Zhongchen’s heart pounded wildly, and blood surged through his veins like a tidal wave. A feverish, unhealthy flush quickly spread across his pale, gaunt, and unshaven face.
’Heaven is truly smiling on me!’
He Zhongchen dug his fingers into the tabletop. ’Once I eat this legendary lump of flesh, my broken legs will definitely heal.’
He would no longer have to live like a pathetic waste, clinging to life in a wheelchair. And he wouldn’t have to put up with anyone’s attitude anymore.
He Zhongchen had been a Martial Artist before. Although his talent was mediocre, his foundation was still there. With this miraculous black flesh, it wasn’t impossible for him to leap to the ranks of Ming Jin, Dark Force, or even a Grandmaster of Huajin.
When that time came, He Zhongchen swore he would take back everything he had lost, with interest. Soon, his fevered mind gradually cooled, and he sobered up from his frenzy.
He Zhongchen forced himself to calm down and reassess his situation.
He looked at the potted plant four or five meters away. The lump of black flesh lay quietly on the soil in the pot, twitching and pulsating.
He Zhongchen glanced down at his useless legs. ’Wait, how am I supposed to get over there?!’
He couldn’t even stand up now. How could a cripple who couldn’t even move on his own retrieve the divine object that was so close, yet so far?
He Zhongchen had been drowning his sorrows in wine at the table, which he had ordered a servant to move for him.
He had them move him in front of it, set out the food and wine, and then dismissed them without hesitation.
He had also given orders that no one was to enter and disturb him without his permission.
He Zhongchen didn’t want anyone to see him in this pathetic state. He would rather drink alone than have those servants watch him.
’These people act respectful to my face, but who knows how they’re laughing at me behind my back.’
He Zhongchen frowned, trying to come up with a plan—a way to get the Immortal Flesh without needing the servants outside to help him.
’One can never be too wary of others.’ Everyone knew about this miraculous black flesh now. People on every street corner, in every teahouse and tavern, and even in the fields were all talking about it.
Everyone knew that eating it would let you skyrocket to success and change your fate, a true transformation from a beggar one day to a powerful man with wealth and women the next.
An opportunity like this to reach the heavens in a single step was enough to tempt anyone and drive them to madness.
So, who knew if the servants who were so deferential to him now would murder him for his treasure after seeing this miraculous black flesh?
He Zhongchen knew human greed all too well. When he was in his prime, he was surrounded by people, all of them smiling at him, practically willing to lick his boots.
But after his father broke his legs and threw him back to his old home like a dead dog, where were those people? Not a single one was left. It was as if they had vanished from the face of the earth.
The servants who were respectful to him now were only so because he was a young master of the He Family. When a divine object that could change a person’s destiny was placed before them, it was enough to make even the closest of companions turn on each other.
Therefore, after discovering this miraculous black flesh, it was out of the question—forget the servants, even if his own father came, there would be no discussion.
He Zhongchen cast these thoughts aside. Right now, there was only one thing on his mind: the lump of black flesh still pulsating slightly in front of him.
A moment later, the effects of the wine completely vanished. With a crazed look on his face, he rolled out of his chair and fell heavily to the floor. He landed on his shoulder, his ribs slamming against the armrest, and he let out a pained grunt.
But He Zhongchen paid the pain no mind. His eyes remained fixed on the black flesh in the pot.
The commotion was not small, and the sound carried outside. A servant’s cautious voice immediately filtered through the door, "Young Master Chen, what happened? Should I come in and help you?"
The moment He Zhongchen heard this, he propped himself up with his hands and roared at the door like an enraged beast, "Get out! I don’t need you! No one is to enter without my command, or I’ll break your damn legs!"
Spoiled brats like He Zhongchen naturally had a way of dealing with servants. If you were nice to them, they would take a mile for every inch you gave.
Therefore, there was only one way to handle them: never be polite and never show a hint of weakness. If you were vicious, they would tremble at the sight of you, not even daring to meet your gaze.
Only then would this worthless scum stay in their place and not dare to cross the line.
Sure enough, after He Zhongchen’s ruthless and merciless warning, the servant outside didn’t dare make a sound.
After all, ever since Young Master Chen’s legs were broken, his personality had become even colder, more volatile, and more unpredictable than before.
In the past, he would at least joke around and toss the servants some small change when he was in a good mood.
But now? Young Master Chen didn’t even smile anymore. He wore a constant scowl, as if someone owed him a fortune.
Fortunately, Young Master Chen could only talk tough now. If this had been in the past, he would have already kicked out at them.

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