Chapter 2: This Guy's a Werewolf

Zhou Wen thought she had seen tough people before.

But the guy in the shop today was definitely a wolfman.

A notch tougher than a tough person.

He didn’t even flinch when the scissors went down—truly ruthless.

Essence +1!

“Treating an injury.”

Jiang Changkong grinned, wincing in pain.

Of course, he hadn’t stabbed himself with the scissors just to show how tough he was.

For the sake of Essence, he had no choice but to go all out.

“Oh, right.”

The woman in white was so startled she froze, then a green light glowed in her hand and seeped into the wound.

Oh!

His whole body felt warm, as if soaking in a hot spring.

The wound itched a little but soon stopped.

He watched as the wound healed rapidly.

In less than a minute, aside from the torn clothes, the wound had completely healed.

Not even a scar remained.

What was even more remarkable was that he didn’t feel weak at all—he was full of energy.

He had found a good place.

Jiang Changkong asked, “Will the clinic be open tomorrow?”

The woman in white had a bad feeling. “Yes, why do you ask?”

“I’ll help spread the word when I get back.”

With that, Jiang Changkong picked up the chicken and fish and left.

“Amazing, what incredible healing skills.”

Some customers outside happened to witness this scene and hurried inside.

“You’re not injured,” said the young woman, Zhou Wen.

“I am, I just scraped my skin a little,” the customer insisted without blushing, showing a slightly scratched finger.

The woman in white said nothing, simply flicked her hand, and a green light healed it.

Business suddenly picked up quite a bit.

The two of them were busy for two hours before the customers finally thinned out.

“Was that guy earlier someone you hired?” the woman in white asked.

She suspected Jiang Changkong was a plant Zhou Wen had arranged.

Who would come in and immediately inflict such a severe injury on themselves just to let her showcase her medical skills?

“Really, he wasn’t.”

Zhou Wen’s face twitched. “I was completely stunned earlier.”

“Is he coming back tomorrow?”

“It looks like he might.”

The woman in white fell silent, and Zhou Wen didn’t say anything more.

Jiang Changkong had no idea what the two of them were thinking.

He even admired his own impulsiveness.

The first time hurting himself like that—it really hurt.

Fortunately, it paid off.

He had originally wanted to test it on the chicken and fish, but the other party refused.

So he had no choice but to experiment on himself. Stab someone else?

Better not entertain that idea.

Seeing the miraculous green light and recalling the other party’s identity—

A Martial Artist, and one who had cultivated Star Power at that!

If he could be ruthless enough with himself, he could definitely go to the clinic and max out his Essence.

The healing from that green light left him feeling refreshed and energetic.

He could definitely farm it multiple times.

Compared to his predecessor, who had gotten himself killed, stabbing himself a few times shouldn’t be a problem.

After killing the chicken and fish, only 0.2 and 0.1 floated in the air.

The chicken still had 1 left, and the fish only 0.6.

Extracting half, plus the Essence he had farmed earlier.

Total: 10.5.

He started cooking, extracting half of the Essence. The chicken and fish were still edible, just not as fresh.

After a quick meal, it was already dark.

When he had first transmigrated, it was already dusk.

Jiang Changkong felt tired. His injuries hadn’t fully healed, and as night fell, drowsiness set in.

He climbed into bed to sleep, pondering how to proceed from here.

If the woman in white could heal him indefinitely, then he could farm points indefinitely.

Ordinary poultry contained too little Essence.

If there were Star Demons… never mind, that would require entering a Martial Arts School or having the strength to leave the city.

Lost in thought, Jiang Changkong fell asleep.

Early the next morning, he woke up bright and early.

Jiang Changkong first went to buy breakfast—three steamed buns and a cup of soy milk.

After eating, he headed to the market, where freshly slaughtered meat was just being laid out.

He gained 4.5 Essence.

He bought a dagger.

Leaving the market, he went to Yingji Clinic.

The clinic had just opened not long ago, and there were still only two people there, idly spacing out.

“The werewolf is here.”

Zhou Wen exclaimed softly.

The woman in white looked at Jiang Changkong: “Don’t you dare on purpose—”

Stab

Before she could finish, the dagger plunged into his thigh.

“Heal me.”

Essence +1.5

Jiang Changkong looked at the woman in white expectantly.

The woman in white: “…”

Zhou Wen stared at him in horror.

That’s too ruthless—doesn’t it hurt?

Another green light washed over him, and the woman in white was about to speak.

Stab

Another stab.

Essence +1.2

17.5 now.

Just a few dozen more stabs, and he could level up.

“Wait a moment.”

This time, after healing the wound, the woman in white grabbed the dagger with both hands: “Who exactly sent you here?”

“I came on my own.” Jiang Changkong looked at her strangely.

“If you keep harming yourself like this, I won’t help you next time.” The woman in white frowned.

Jiang Changkong sighed helplessly: “I’m training in Iron Shirt.”

“…”

Is that how Iron Shirt is trained?

By stabbing yourself with a knife?

“He can guide you.”

The woman in white released the dagger, wiped her fingers on the side, then pointed at Zhou Wen: “Iron Shirt isn’t trained like that.”

Zhou Wen chimed in at the right moment: “Iron Shirt requires training your ability to withstand blows. You’ve stabbed the same spot several times, which doesn’t really—”

Stab

“This time, I changed the spot.”

Zhou Wen: “…”

You’re ruthless.

Essence: 18.6.

“If you keep this up, I really won’t heal you.”

The woman in white healed him again and shook her head: “Let Zhou Wen help you train. Iron Shirt is about withstanding blows, not getting stabbed.”

“Brother, I’ll take you to train. I’ve mastered Iron Shirt and can guide you.”

Zhou Wen pulled him toward the back.

The woman in white had already taken his dagger.

The two passed through the back door into a small courtyard.

Zhou Wen sighed: “Are you really not sent by someone to help Ziling-jie improve her healing abilities?”

Jiang Changkong looked at him in confusion: “Improve healing abilities?”

“Ziling-jie recently hunted a Star Demon and researched healing abilities from its body. She’s currently improving them.”

Zhou Wen explained: “At the Martial Arts School, some people intentionally get injured and come to Ziling-jie.”

Jiang Changkong suddenly understood: “Really, I’m not. I’m truly here to train in Iron Shirt.”

Zhou Wen: “…”

Can’t you come up with a normal reason?

Is Iron Shirt trained by stabbing yourself with a knife?

Looking at Zhou Wen, Jiang Changkong explained somewhat uneasily: “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in that female doctor, and I wasn’t sent by anyone.”

“What are you thinking? Do you think I’m pursuing Ziling-xuejie?”

Zhou Wen rolled his eyes: “If you have the guts to pursue her, the entire Martial Arts School will thank you.”

“??”

Such a beautiful woman who can heal too—no one’s pursuing her? Is the Martial Arts School blind?

A mischievous smile spread across Zhou Wen’s face: “I like another xuejie and wanted to ask Ziling-xuejie to put in a good word for me.”

Alright, that’s none of my business.

Jiang Changkong just wanted to master Iron Shirt: “Can you really help me train?”

“Don’t worry, Ziling-xuejie already said so.”

Zhou Wen patted his chest: “You’ve also helped Ziling-xuejie by bringing business to the clinic. I’ll help you.”

Iron Shirt focuses on full-body defense.

To achieve perfection, one must train until the entire body is impervious to swords and spears.

Of course, these swords and spears refer to ancient weapons.

Modern blades and firearms, even the dagger that was taken from him, cannot be blocked by a perfected Iron Shirt.

“Adjust your breathing rhythm. I’m going to strike.”

Zhou Wen’s expression turned serious as she spoke.

“Come on.”

Jiang Changkong adjusted his breathing and assumed a horse stance.

Thud

Zhou Wen struck his chest with her palm, but he was not knocked back.

A surge of force entered his body and spread through his limbs and bones.

Every part of his body was subjected to the impact, yet it remained within his tolerance.

Under normal circumstances, this would be fine, but Jiang Changkong was not in a normal state.

Spurt

A mouthful of blood sprayed out.

He had too many hidden injuries, best described as outwardly strong but inwardly weak.

With the slightest misstep, someone who appeared healthy could die again.

“Are you okay?” Zhou Wen’s expression changed, and she quickly supported him. “I didn’t use much force.”

“It’s fine.”

Jiang Changkong waved his hand. Of course, he knew Zhou Wen hadn’t used much force.

This battered body clearly needed to rely on Essence first.

Iron Shirt, Minor Achievement: 2/40.

That single strike had increased his progress by 1 point.

Enduring strikes was still useful.

After adding all his Essence, Iron Shirt reached Minor Achievement: 20.6/40.

A noticeable surge of strength emerged from within him, and his physical power increased slightly.

A faint glow shimmered on his skin, and many of his hidden injuries were alleviated, easing his worries about dying.

Zhou Wen exclaimed in surprise, “Your Iron Shirt has improved?”