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The moment a few Qi and Blood Pills were ingested, the tremendous potency turned into a raging torrent, like floodwaters bursting through a dam, sweeping along all the True Qi within the body and charging madly towards the Ridge Gate.

For the fifth level of Qi Refinement, the corresponding target was the Ridge Gate; successfully breaking through would greatly enhance the strength of the entire body.

However, feeling the flow of True Qi within, Greg Jensen was somewhat puzzled.

Generally speaking, one could only sense the opportunity for a breakthrough when True Qi had accumulated to a point infinitely close to the next level.

So why was his True Qi, which was clearly a considerable distance from the fifth level of Qi Refinement, suddenly on the verge of a breakthrough?

Could it be because he was in too good a mood?

What kind of reason is that?

Greg Jensen suddenly remembered a passage about “mental state” in the “Yin Yang Harmony Scripture” and had a vague realization in his mind.

Ancient Qi cultivators always paid attention to advancing their realm and mental state together.

Sometimes, even if one’s cultivation had reached the necessary level, without the corresponding mental state, it would be difficult to break through to the next.

Whereas at other times, if one’s mental state was attained, it could forcibly enhance their cultivation realm and achieve a direct breakthrough.

The former situation wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, and the latter wasn’t necessarily good.

The reason was simple: if one’s cultivation had reached the necessary level, the mental state could be sought after slowly and breakthrough would one day be achieved.

Even if a breakthrough was not possible, it would not cause any harm to the cultivator.

However, the latter situation was different.

If the mental state was ready but the cultivation level was not, forcibly enhancing one’s cultivation realm could potentially lead to a deficiency of True Qi and rebound the essential True Yuan.

Fortunately, Greg Jensen was well-prepared. With a handful of Qi and Blood Pills, the recently depleted True Qi once again became vigorous.

Originally, the potency of the medicine needed to be converted into True Qi, but at that moment, there was no time to consider that, and it launched a final assault towards the Ridge Gate, along with the True Qi.

Phew!

The diaphragm burst.

Greg Jensen felt his body lighten as the surging potency and True Qi immediately broke through the barrier, speeding up and whirling ceaselessly within.

As the True Qi circulated throughout his body, that itchy sensation reappeared on his skin, and small black droplets with a fishy smell began to emerge again from his pores.

It didn’t take long for a layer of black crust to form again on his skin.

“Shit, I can’t take this smell any longer!”

Greg Jensen couldn’t stand the stench any longer, hurried out of bed, opened the window, and then rushed into the bathroom.

The black filth turned back into liquid under the scouring of hot water, flowing down the drain. It took a full half hour before his fair skin, translucent as jade, was revealed.

“Finally clean!”

Greg Jensen took a deep breath, glanced at himself in the mirror, and suddenly noticed that his skin had gotten even whiter.

Although it had been fine before, this time it seemed overly white.

The whiteness had a faint pink hue, like that of a baby, tempting one to pinch it.

Greg Jensen felt a bit vexed; this skin made him look rather effeminate, lacking any manly spirit.

He thought for a moment and decided that once he had completely settled down for a while, he would take Lois Abbott and the others to the beach to tan himself all summer—surely, that would darken his complexion.

“How come I feel several pounds lighter after entering the fifth level of Qi Refinement?”

Greg Jensen tried swinging his fist, and immediately, a whooshing sound of fist wind echoed through the air, yet his movements felt as if he had shattered the air’s resistance, with no sense of inhibition.

“It seems like my strength has increased, it’s not that I’ve really become lighter. I wonder how much strength I’ve actually gained.”

With that thought, Greg Jensen got dressed and walked out of his home.

He remembered there was a gym nearby, which should have weightlifting equipment like barbells.

He could go there to test how strong he had become.

At the front desk of the gym was a woman in her twenties, decent-looking but with exceptionally thick arms and legs, and very defined muscle lines.

Her already small chest had been transformed into pectoral muscles, making her figure look bulky and coarse, utterly lacking the soft femininity she ought to have.

Greg had no liking whatsoever for such a physique, especially the so-called “peach hips,” which even repulsed him a bit.

The so-called peach hips on the internet were mostly those who wanted to lose weight but couldn’t control their eating, so they settled for the so-called “good body” and even came up with all sorts of appealing names for it.

In the end, under the onslaught of sycophants, they even began to believe that their figure was indeed great.

At its core, it was nothing but self-deception.

The most laughable part was that these women claimed to like a strong physique on one hand, and on the other, they disliked muscle-heads, having a soft spot for good-looking young men.

Chances were that this receptionist was one of those types.

When she saw Greg walk in, her eyes lit up, and she hurried over, standing very close and subtly flaunting her “advantages.”

“Handsome, are you here to work out?”

“Eh, yes.”

Looking at those robust muscles, Greg felt somewhat disgusted, and without leaving a trace, he stepped back, intending to keep his distance from this Barbie King Kong.

But Barbie King Kong apparently didn’t grasp his hint and perseveringly moved even closer. This time she was so near she was almost sticking to Greg.

Smelling the “masculine” scent so close, Greg frowned and asked, “Can I take a look inside?”

“Of course, you can.”

After receiving a positive response, Greg didn’t bother talking to her anymore and walked straight into the hall, but Barbie King Kong followed him again.

The gym was quite large, with a variety of equipment in the hall including treadmills, rowing machines, dumbbells, and barbells.

Through Barbie King Kong’s introduction, he learned that the club’s fees mainly consisted of a per-visit fee and a membership fee.

The per-visit fee was more expensive, offering less service.

In contrast, the membership fee was similarly not cheap, but it came with many more services, and members could come any time without a time limit.

For those who wanted to train regularly, the membership fee was undoubtedly much more convenient.

Besides, there was another pricing method, which was to hire a personal trainer directly; the trainer’s fee included the membership fee.

Greg originally just wanted to test his current strength and a per-visit fee would suffice.

However, looking at all the impressive equipment, he became curious and, after a moment of hesitation, decided to find a coach.

After all, the money for a personal trainer was just a drop in the bucket for him, and he could not only use various equipment but also have someone introduce them to him.

Why not?

There were quite a few people training in the hall, and after watching for a while, Greg told Barbie King Kong that he wanted to find a personal trainer.

Upon hearing this, Barbie King Kong became excited and smiled, “How about me?”

“Uh, is there no other personal trainer? Preferably a woman!”

Greg felt a bit embarrassed. If he had to face this thing every day he came to work out, he’d rather not come at all.

“Yes, there are many other coaches. Just wait here a moment; I’ll call them over for you,” she said, giving him a plaintive look before turning and walking into the hall, shouting, “We’ve got a newbie here who wants a personal trainer. Any qualified coach, please come over, he wants a woman!”

Before her words were finished, the hall began to buzz as all the people with coaching credentials, men and women alike, walked over.

Looking around, there were at least twenty or thirty of them.