Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 89 - 83 Good Figure_1

Feng Yi once again deeply felt that he was indeed in the midst of evolution.

The previously matured poisonous glands had unexpectedly mutated again!

Of course, this was also truly a form of evolution, adapting with new abilities more favorable for survival according to one’s living environment.

Poison Gland 2.0 upgrade, in progress!

Being invited by Lu Yue to attend the Qianli Group’s annual celebration, and encountering this accident, gave Feng Yi a rough understanding of the toxicity of his own venom.

After all, he wouldn’t normally intentionally use people to test his poison.

He didn’t even plan to make use of his poison glands in his daily life.

This time, his poisonous fangs really made their presence known.

Oh, to be precise, the left poison gland, the left fang, made their presence known.

It’s a good thing it wasn’t the right fang!

The poison sprayed from the right fang could have been traced back to Feng Yi right away.

Whereas the small amount of venom that leaked from the left fang, after being diluted by the juice and only spraying onto Xie Jijie’s hand, might be because Xie Jijie accidentally created a wound for the toxin to enter upon returning home.

Such a tiny amount of contact with the poison would not have caused an issue if one had simply washed their hands along the way.

So, in Feng Yi’s view, this incident was too accidental, and for him, it was also a matter of luck that it hadn’t been traced back to him.

Still, he needed to be even more cautious, for his own sake and for the sake of others.

He had no way of dealing with this poison himself, and there was no anti-toxin serum to inject into people.

The poison this time was just a diluted bit that got on someone, and it didn’t cause any fatalities. If there had been a direct bite, that would have been enough to send someone straight to the grave.

Being able to safely avoid this incident was largely due to luck, and he might not be so lucky next time.

And indeed, as Feng Yi thought, it was luck.

The Xie Family also checked the surveillance and then discovered that Xie Jijie had harassed quite a few people.

Surveillance isn’t all-encompassing. After all, there are areas within the venue where some guests are more concerned about privacy, especially seats like the one Xie Jijie and his group were sitting at; if the surveillance was too close, nobody would be happy. How could they be, knowing their conversations could be overheard?

The anniversary celebration had quite a few VIPs in attendance, who cared even more for their privacy. Therefore, what could be captured on surveillance was limited. You could get a general idea, but the details were incomplete, and with the place already crowded, the interference was strong.

They still had to rely on Xie Jijie’s own recollection.

And then, Xie Jijie remembered nothing useful.

Asking Xie Jijie turned out to be even less informative than asking others.

After waking up, Xie Jijie’s mind was still somewhat muddled, and his thoughts were unclear, requiring time to clear up.

And based on the information they currently had, the Xie Family couldn’t determine exactly when Xie Jijie was poisoned.

As Lu Yue assisted the Xie Family in their investigation, the more he reviewed the surveillance, the more he wondered, how could this guy be such a troublemaker?

The more they investigated, the more enemies they found.

Lu Yue called Feng Yi, wanting to ask for details about the moment Xie Jijie threw his drink at him.

Feng Yi said, "He was quite skilled at throwing drinks, and even his fake fall by kicking the table looked very real, though he didn’t actually fall."

Lu Yue: "..."

"Alright, I understand," Lu Yue said, too embarrassed to ask any further.

"How is Xie Jijie now?" Feng Yi asked.

"He’s alright, no physical harm, but his mind is still not clear," Lu Yue replied. "The doctor said he will probably need another week to recover.

"However, his family did find a few people with grudges against him, and they dug them out before they had a chance to act. After that, the Xie Family told me not to get involved anymore. It’s all a messy affair, and I wouldn’t bother with it even if they asked me to!"

Lu Yue felt this whole affair was like stepping in excrement.

If it hadn’t happened at their anniversary celebration venue, Qianli Group wouldn’t have needed to show a responsible attitude, and he wouldn’t have wanted to waste time on this if he hadn’t been asked to assist the Xie Family in their investigation!

Calling Feng Yi was just to gather more information — it would be better if they found some clues, but even if they didn’t, maintaining contact with Feng Yi meant it would be easier to ask for help next time.

Otherwise, with little contact normally and not a word exchanged in a hundred and eighty days, who would be willing to help on a sudden request?

However, Lu Yue didn’t expect that this call would greatly put Feng Yi’s mind at ease.

It was a relief that nothing had been discovered!

Putting this incident aside for now, Feng Yi prepared himself something to eat.

He squeezed out some venom, feeling hungry.

He had eaten a lot recently, but upon looking in the mirror, Feng Yi couldn’t see any noticeable change; there was no obvious accumulation of fat. On the contrary, his muscles seemed even firmer.

He had been maintaining his exercise routine.

Still, he felt he should consult with the butler.

Feng Yi contacted the old butler and mentioned the second mutation of his poison gland.

Since a second mutation had already been suspected, the butler wasn’t surprised.

He just asked one more question, "No changes to the teeth?"

Feng Yi: "No."

"Oh," the old butler replied evenly, seemingly with a hint of disappointment.

Feng Yi: "..."

This old man’s crafty desires never die!

Feng Yi didn’t want to argue with the old man about grooved teeth or fangs any further and recounted the incident of being splashed with a drink during the anniversary event, resulting in accidental poisoning of someone due to a stress reaction.

After hearing this, the butler focused entirely on the toxicity, not asking even half a word about the condition of the person who was poisoned.

"Left fang with neurological toxin? Right fang with haemotoxic venom?"

The old butler had never encountered such a situation, and after a moment of contemplation, he said, "According to my guess, it would definitely not be a single neurotoxin or blood toxin. There must be other toxins involved that just haven’t manifested or are not obvious, so they’re easy to overlook.

"The poison gland has entered a secondary mutation phase, and there hasn’t been enough time for it to stabilize. Even the structure of the toxins in the venom might be unstable, susceptible to deactivation or degradation by external factors, such as strong alcohol or ethanol. Once they stabilize, things will get much better. You can try again then."

Feng Yi, who had been listening intently, couldn’t help but ask at the last sentence, "But how should I test the poison? My body has already developed a resistance."

The old butler thought for a moment and then asked, "If you’re not willing to find someone to test the poison, why not build your own lab? With professional equipment and analysis, you can quickly understand any changes."

Feng Yi was staggered by the mention of "lab."

Then he quickly realized that if a lab were properly equipped, indeed, he could learn more about his body’s changes, gain timely insight into any alterations, and avoid the risk of going to the hospital.

But!

Such a lab would burn through money!!!

A hundred million?

A hundred million would barely begin to cover the costs!

Sure enough, the financial pressure was still there!

Feng Yi took a deep breath and rubbed his forehead.

He certainly wanted to have his own medical lab to analyze real-time changes in his body, to learn more about his evolution, and to have some sense of control.

But, he had no money!!!

As if aware of Feng Yi’s predicament, the old butler said, "You don’t have to feel pressured. Just focus on your evolution. Madam Feng has left something for you, but it can only be passed on to you once you’ve evolved to a certain stage."

Feng Yi was curious, "What else did my great-aunt leave for me?"

The old butler said, "You’ll find out once you’ve evolved to the next stage."

Feng Yi asked, "What’s my next stage?"

"Manifestation."

"Manifestation of what form?"

"That I do not know."

Since the beginning of his mutation, Feng Yi had had enough time for mental preparation. Thus, upon hearing about manifestation from the butler, he was not particularly shocked; he was more curious.

"So, will I turn into a creature with a human head and a snake’s body? Or a snake head with a human body? Or will I remain looking human? Or turn completely into a snake?"

The butler replied, "I don’t know."

With too many questions on his mind, and after nearly two months of scientific examination, Feng Yi had deepened his understanding of snakes.

"If I turn into a snake, which species would I belong to? I don’t like the ones from the Viperidae family with pit organs; they look like they have holes in their brains.

"The lip pits on pythons also look strange, and boa constrictors are too obviously fat, and I don’t like their head shape either...

"No, that’s not right, pythons don’t have fangs. But if I must have those long, hollow fangs... please, not like the Gaboon viper, such a fatso!"

The butler: "..."

After listening for a while, the butler interrupted the topic and reminded him, "You are a higher-level being! Don’t always compare yourself to beasts!"

Feng Yi snapped back to reality, and upon hearing the butler’s advice, he agreed – indeed, he couldn’t compare himself to those wild beasts.

"Could it be similar to the mythological creatures? Like the flying snake, the jiao, the hui serpent, and the like?"

The butler: "...Don’t overthink it. Let’s talk about your current problems. Have you still been eating a lot recently?"

"Yes, I eat a lot and still get hungry easily. I don’t know where all that energy goes. The secondary mutation of the poison glands shouldn’t consume this much energy, right?" Feng Yi said.

Indeed, there was no need to overthink. The immediate problem needed to be resolved first.

Where exactly was all the energy from all that food going?

Instead of answering directly, the butler asked, "How much do you weigh now?"

Feng Yi recalled, "Around 70 kilograms."

With a tone of concern, the old butler said, "You’re too thin. That’s not right." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

Feng Yi’s lips curled up involuntarily, "Cough, not thin anymore. Now I just can’t seem to gain weight no matter how much I eat. I can eat whatever I want without worrying about the calories. Even though I eat a lot, I don’t get fat! I’ve been thinking about gaining some muscle lately."

Back when he planned to break into the entertainment industry, Feng Yi had to be mindful of his diet for the sake of his figure.

The butler ignored his comment and asked again, "When did you last weigh yourself?"

Feng Yi answered, "Last week, right after I got back from the scientific expedition."

He had wanted to see how much weight he had lost after returning home from the expedition, so he had checked his weight.

Although he had gone hungry for two months, there was no significant change in his weight then.

The old butler directed, "Weigh yourself again."

Feng Yi responded, "Alright. I’ve been eating a lot since coming back, but I’ve also kept up with exercises lately, so the weight change shouldn’t be significant."

As he spoke, Feng Yi stepped onto the electronic scale.

[100.1 kg]

Feng Yi: "..."

Feng Yi didn’t speak.

He checked the battery of the scale, lifted it to clean the dust and miscellaneous dirt from the ground, and cleaned all the dust and particles on the scale before placing it down again.

After pondering, Feng Yi also checked the levelness of the floor, then moved the scale slightly to the side.

Then, with a perfectly standard posture, he stepped on it again.

[100.2 kg]

Feng Yi: "..."