Zhang Heng transmigrated into a dangerous world filled with warriors and the weird. He wanted to grow stronger, but his family was too poor to afford nourishing medicinal meals.
He took a sip from a bowl of potent tonic soup and stopped worrying.
Retaining the tonic's effects was like drinking a bowl of it every day.
No nourishing medicinal meals? No, I don't need them.
Retaining the effects of a vermilion fruit was like eating one every day, a fruit that could raise one's cultivation.
My cultivation resources are worse than everyone else's? No, nobody has better resources than me.
Retaining the effects of a marrow-washing fruit was like swallowing a heavenly treasure every day, one that could improve one's martial talent.
Who says I'm not a genius? No, I am a genius, and my talent improves every day.
