All Heavens: A Role-Playing System Starting from Tianlong

Silent all night.

The next morning, as dawn broke.

Zhang Cheng opened his eyes and sat up in bed.

He glanced down at his surroundings. Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling were fast asleep, one on each side of him. Both of them looked tired.

Recalling yesterday's absurdity, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but sigh: He needed to find some body-forging manuals for these two girls to practice with. Otherwise, given the difference in their physical constitutions, even with the reinforcement of [Iron Cavalry Accompanying], they wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Zhang Cheng quietly got out of bed and dressed himself.

He covered the two people on the bed with the blankets, then sat down at the table in the main room and began to think about what had happened yesterday.

Although his condition was much better than Zhong Ling's at the time, and he was still conscious, he was still burning hot all over and could hardly control himself.

This is clearly a very abnormal phenomenon.

Zhang Cheng had assumed that with his enhanced physical body as a [Soldier] and the Northern Darkness True Qi, he should be immune to all poisons. He never expected to be caught off guard by this thing.

So, as long as it's a tonic, it can bypass my body's defense mechanisms?

Zhang Cheng sat at the table, his fingers lightly tapping the surface, his brows slightly furrowed.

But the negative effects on me are far too strong.

He pondered for a while and felt that the problem still lay in the physical enhancement brought about by the [soldier].

Although he still looks like a human being, he can no longer be considered a "human" in essence.

After all, what kind of good person would grow shock-absorbing structures after being blunt force trauma? Would a "heat insulation layer" be added under the skin after being burned?

His bone density, muscle strength, nerve conduction speed, and metabolic rate all far exceed those of ordinary people.

Correspondingly, in order to maintain the functioning of this body, the efficiency of the heart pumping blood, red blood cells carrying oxygen, and the digestive system absorbing energy were all pushed to an absurd level.

So the "tonic" from yesterday was absorbed exceptionally thoroughly by him, and the resulting "benefits" were also unusually potent.

This means I have a weakness in this area. Zhang Cheng frowned.

How about we go catch some toads in Wuliang Mountain sometime? But those things seem to only work on poison.

He couldn't think of a solution for the time being, so he could only put it aside for now and pay more attention to this matter in the future.

He glanced at the bed again. The two girls were exhausted from yesterday and were fast asleep, showing no signs of waking up.

Zhang Cheng quietly got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

His hearing was sharp, and he could hear the sounds coming from upstairs even when he was downstairs—unless it was a master of the Four Absolutes level sneaking in, he could detect any movement immediately.

The kitchen was fully stocked with ingredients, and Zhang Cheng skillfully started a fire to cook.

Zhang Cheng cooked a pot of porridge and stir-fried two side dishes, then carried the tray upstairs.

Pushing open the door, they found that the two still showed no signs of waking up.

Zhang Cheng didn't bother them. He placed the tray on the table, sat cross-legged at the table, and began to cultivate his internal energy while thinking about things.

I don't know how things are progressing on Boss Duan's side either.

In the original work, Master Kurong passed on the Six Meridians Divine Sword to Duan Yu on the grounds of "self-study and learning, without violating ancestral teachings".

However, there was external pressure from Kumārajīva at the time, and it is unknown whether he would have made an exception if there had been no external factor.

Also, I should try to get the formula for the medicine from Boss Duan if I get the chance.

Zhang Cheng didn't mean anything by it.

That drug itself increases heart rate and accelerates blood circulation. If the circumstances are appropriate, it can be taken as a stimulant. Anyway, given his own blood-replenishing mechanism, he's not worried about any problems from taking it.

If drug resistance develops, that would be a double blessing, as it would also help to address this weakness.

After completing several more weekly walks, a soft groan came from the bed.

Zhang Cheng turned his head and saw Mu Wanqing turn over and open her eyes groggily.

Their eyes met. Mu Wanqing froze for a moment, then her face flushed crimson. The blush spread from her cheeks to her ears, and from her ears to her neck, her whole face turning as red as a boiled shrimp.

She suddenly pulled up the blanket and buried herself completely in it.

Zhang Cheng: "..."

Is it necessary? Weren't you quite right about it last night?

Just as he was about to speak, Zhong Ling woke up.

The girl opened her eyes, first looking around blankly, then looking down at herself, and then—

A scream of "Ahhhhh!"

Zhang Cheng sighed, rubbing his forehead. He couldn't bear to look at this stupid girl anymore.

Zhong Ling suddenly pulled the blanket over herself, wrapping herself up like a ball, leaving only her eyes showing as she stared at Zhang Cheng in terror.

"Brother Zhang! What are you doing in my room?!" Her voice changed, becoming high-pitched and thin, like a frightened little animal.

Zhang Cheng looked at her expressionlessly.

"Look carefully at where you are right now. Think carefully about what you did yesterday."

Zhong Ling blinked and looked around.

The room looked unfamiliar, but judging from the layout and furnishings, it wasn't hard to guess that it was a superior room in an inn.

She is lying in bed now, next to...

Mu Wanqing was right next to her.

He was pretending to be dead wrapped in a blanket when he suddenly poked his face out from under the blanket, staring coldly at her.

Zhong Ling looked at Mu Wanqing's eyes, subconsciously swallowed, and then looked down at herself in the quilt.

Then, she began to try to recall what had happened yesterday.

Drinking...playing cards...hot...Sister Mu asked me a question...and then...

As she thought about it, her face instantly turned bright red.

"I, I, I..." She stammered for a long time, but couldn't manage to utter a complete sentence.

Zhang Cheng looked at her and felt both annoyed and amused.

"Alright, stop 'I'm not talking about you. You were the one who gave me that medicine yesterday."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Ling's face turned even redder, so red it was almost as if it were about to bleed.

She lowered her head, looked at Mu Wanqing, her lips moved, but she didn't know what to say.

Mu Wanqing snorted, turned her head away, and refused to look at her again.

This soft hum made Zhong Ling even more embarrassed.

She opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but didn't know where to begin. She wanted to apologize, but felt it was impossible to say such a thing. She thought… never mind, she'd just play dead.

She pulled her head back under the covers, leaving only a few strands of hair sticking out.

Zhang Cheng looked at the two girls, each more capable of shrinking than the other, and suddenly laughed.

He stood up and walked to the bedside. He reached out and pulled the two girls, along with the blankets, into his arms.

Mu Wanqing and Zhong Ling both froze.

Zhang Cheng lowered his head, parted the blankets, and kissed each of them on the forehead.

"Alright. From now on, you two are both mine."

Mu Wanqing remained silent, buried in the blankets. But Zhang Cheng could feel her body soften, and the tips of her ears burning red.

Zhong Ling peered at him through the gap in the blanket, her eyes wide. After a long while, she muttered softly, "Then...then you're not allowed to be biased in the future..."

Zhang Cheng chuckled. "Okay, I won't be biased."

He released his hand and pointed to the tray on the table.

"Get up and eat something quickly. I'm going to the Prince of Zhennan's mansion to propose marriage in a little while."

"A marriage proposal?!"