C6 Making Money!

"I've got something else to do, I need to go!" Feeling Chen Hao's grip on her hand, seemingly intent on exploring beneath the towel, Jiang Shi abruptly stood up and hurriedly fled through the door.

Chen Hao didn't try to stop her. With a smile, he advised, "School will likely be out for a while. Do your best to stay home and don't wander off. If anyone comes looking for you, tell them you escaped on your own."

"I got it..."

Once Jiang Shi had left, the smile vanished from Chen Hao's face.

He wiped off the shampoo from his arm, dubbed spirit medicine, and sat cross-legged on the couch. His hands intertwined in a peculiar gesture as he began to breathe rhythmically.

The world was changing, just as he had experienced in his past life. Mutations in wildlife and plants were occurring, and humans were significantly affected.

Soon, society's structure would shift, and nations would no longer be the dominant power.

For ordinary people to survive in the soon-to-be brutal world, there was only one path!

The concept of the Spirit Warrior was introduced by a 'significant figure' three years later. It involved a fusion of science and ancient secrets, along with pharmaceutical enhancements, to artificially transform the human body.

Becoming a warrior meant having the means to stand one's ground in this world.

Warriors ranged from first to ninth level Spirit Warriors, with even higher realms beyond.

Twelve years after Chen Hao's death, Spirit Warriors would be the lowest tier in the social hierarchy.

But now, Chen Hao was certain he would be the first Martial Warrior!

After all, the resurgence of cosmic energy had just occurred. Apart from him, a reborn individual, few could grasp the significance...

An hour later, Chen Hao, who had practiced according to the memories of his past life, opened his eyes.

If Jiang Shi or Mo Huaixi were present, they would be astounded.

Not only had his bruises vanished, but his wounded arm had also fully healed, the skin as smooth as that of a newborn.

"Huh, it seems I'm still lacking somewhat," Chen Hao murmured with a frown.

The resurgence of cosmic energy was only beginning, and the available energy for cultivation was not yet potent. Therefore, his current practice alone was insufficient for him to reach the first level of a Spirit Warrior.

"I need to get some medicinal herbs to give my body a boost."

The problem was that the herbs a Spirit Warrior required were not only scarce but also prohibitively expensive for the average person.

Chen Hao had managed to save a little money, but using it to purchase these herbs was clearly out of the question.

As he was wrestling with his dilemma, a rude knock sounded from the front door.

"Anyone home? Delivery."

A delivery? Had he ordered something online?

Approaching the door, Chen Hao peeked through the peephole and couldn't help but chuckle.

These guys were amateurs at best; anyone else would have to be a fool to open the door after seeing this setup.

But today, I'll play the fool...

Upon opening the door, seven or eight men barged in, cornering a towel-clad, unarmed Chen Hao in the living room.

The last one in even shut the door behind him, earning a nod of respect from Chen Hao for at least sparing the neighbors any disturbance.

"Kid, you think you're tough? Well, I brought a whole crew for you to spar with. How will you thank me?" Mr. Ma sneered, brandishing a short club with a mocking grin.

Chen Hao's brow creased slightly as he advised, "Keep it down when you start yelling later, will you?"

"Huh?" Mr. Ma thought he'd misheard and huffed, "Relax, I'll tell my boys to go easy on you. If I cripple you, where would I find another punching bag like you?"

"Oh, did you bring money by any chance?" Chen Hao added, seemingly out of the blue.

"What?" Mr. Ma laughed, "Has he lost his mind? What, you expect us to foot your medical bills?"

"It's indeed for buying medicine," Chen Hao murmured to himself.

Unheard by Mr. Ma, who was busy signaling his men to encircle Chen Hao, he hefted his club and said, "Kid, just resign yourself to your fate..."

Throughout the night, the apartment echoed with intermittent screams.

The fluctuating wails were so melodious, one might mistake them for an opera singer practicing their scales.