The Whole Clan Poisoned Me in the Hope That I Would Die, but Little Did They Know That Each Bowl Was Increasing My Cultivation Level.

Everyone thought Gu Chen was useless. The Su family regarded him as an abandoned son, the clan regarded him as a joke, and even the clan brother Su Ping was kind enough to give him a bowl of soup every day. A total of two hundred and thirty-seven bowls were given away. Gu Chen drank every drop of it every time and commented, "It tastes good." Because no one knows that there is a gluttonous black vortex in his Dantian—— Poison? That's the experience pack. Assassination? That's express delivery. Netherworld Devouring Spirit Powder? That's his backup blue bar. While the entire sect was still waiting for him to die from the poison, Gu Chen's cultivation level had secretly risen to a level that they could not understand. 'Don't stop. ' 'The way you're poisoning me really looks like you're feeding me. '