Tianshan is at my feet

Chapter 1 Red Eyes and Black Pills

Sometimes, fate's injustice is just to give you the motivation to turn things around!

Does that sound far-fetched?

But this actually happened...

On a Thursday afternoon, under a blue sky and white clouds, on a tree-lined path in Tianshan City,

Zhou Xingqi smiled, rode his bicycle, wearing headphones and humming a tune.

His headphones played an old Cantonese song, "Destiny Is Your Home" by the Hong Kong band Beyond.

Lyrics: Wong Ka Kui ,
Music: Wong Ka Kui,
Singer: Wong Ka Kui . "

You were born an
indomitable man, your
face is good even without makeup,
the wind and frost
cannot extinguish the raging fire,
no matter how much bitterness you endure, you
have passed through it all
, no matter how much cold laughter constantly attacks
you, you have your own blood, you are not afraid,
even if you cower on the street, you still say your words,
there is no compromise,
destiny is your home,
I have never complained, I walk with you through the bitterness,
facing the raging rain, my wounded soul
unknowingly walking alone,
you were born a mistake."

Zhou Xingqi listened to this song repeatedly, humming softly.

The eighteen-year-old boy, dressed somewhat plainly in cheap sportswear and, surprisingly
, black cloth shoes

, wore sunglasses that seemed completely out of place in this era.

Zhou Xingqi stared excitedly at the black plastic bag hanging from the hood.

Three years had passed; the moment he had longed for most in three years was about to arrive.

Lost in his boundless fantasies about the future, Zhou Xingqi was completely oblivious to the roaring noise behind him.

A golden supercar was speeding along this secluded road at 160 kilometers per hour
!

This was a Lamborghini Aventador SSS, a limited edition model costing 18 million RMB!

This performance monster boasted a V16 engine, producing 1000 horsepower and 1366 Nm of torque! It could

accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h in just 1.8 seconds!

Its immense power allowed it to roar with a mesmerizing sound and turn heads wherever it went.

Many people experience an adrenaline rush upon hearing this sound, unconsciously drawn in.

Zhou Xingqi, however, was still immersed in his music, completely unaware of the impending disaster. With a sharp

"bang," Zhou Xingqi felt something hit him from behind, sending him flying sideways before crashing to the ground. His bones felt like they were shattered; his body was covered in scrapes from the impact. His bicycle was mangled, and packets of traditional Chinese medicine from a black plastic bag were scattered everywhere. The iconic scissor doors of the golden Lamborghini opened, blasting deafening electronic music. A tall man in a white fur coat stepped out. This handsome man, with a sunny disposition, cursed, "Fuck your mother's rotten bastard! Good thing I modified the brakes the day before yesterday, I braked quickly!" He carefully inspected his golden chariot, repeatedly checking for damage, finally finding only a tiny scratch on the front . For the man in the fur coat, the culprit who caused the scratch was lying on the ground. The man was furious and swore as he approached Zhou Xingqi, yelling, "Are you blind? Riding that beat-up bike here, you want to die?" Zhou Xingqi was riding his bike properly on the side of the road, yet he was being wrongly accused and insulted, but he showed no emotion. He understood that this was the way of the world: murder and arson bring wealth, while those who build bridges and repair roads are left without a trace. Poverty is the original sin! Lying on the ground, Zhou Xingqi's first thought was to check the scattered packets of traditional Chinese medicine. Fortunately, each packet was carefully wrapped in thick brown paper bags; although some medicine had leaked out, it was still usable. Feeling mostly alright, Zhou Xingqi struggled to his feet, dusted himself off, and checked his phone. Finding it undamaged, he prepared to pick up his bicycle and quietly leave. The man in white blocked Zhou Xingqi's path, pointing at his face and cursing, "You motherfucker, trying to run away like that ?" Zhou Xingqi had important things to do and just wanted to leave as soon as possible, not wanting to get entangled any further. But the man was being aggressive and accusing him first. He couldn't leave even if he wanted to, and had no choice but to pick up his phone and dial the police, though he held no hope. Seeing Zhou Xingqi call the police, the man in the fur coat wasn't flustered at all; instead, he laughed, "You motherfucker, you really deserve a beating from society. You motherfucker, calling the police? Let's see what you can do to your father!" The man in the fur coat lit a cigarette, looking at Zhou Xingqi like he was watching a monkey. Not long after, Zhou Xingqi saw a police car arrive. Several policemen got out. The policemen first ran to the man in white, smiling obsequiously and asking him something. After a while, the policemen walked over to Zhou Xingqi. The leader, a portly man, coldly asked , "Did you call the police? What's your name?" Zhou Xingqi knew calling the police was a waste of time, so he silently replied, "Yes, Zhou Xingqi." The lead officer coldly questioned, "Where do you live?" Zhou Xingqi: "A low-rent apartment in the west of the city." The fat, burly officer looked at Zhou Xingqi in his student uniform and said coldly, "Give me your ID card." Zhou Xingqi fumbled for his ID card and handed it to the officer, who then placed it in front of a machine.

After a quick scan, Zhou Xingqi's basic information appeared.

Zhou Xingqi, male, eighteen years old, Han nationality, freshman at Keli Medical College, address: Chengxi Lianzu
District, Tianshan City, house number: 95-02-27.

His parents died in an earthquake eighteen years ago. His only direct relative, Zhou Xingqi's grandfather Zhou Dahai, died
of lung cancer three years ago...

Several policemen looked at Zhou Xingqi's information, their expressions revealing disappointment.

They threw their ID cards on the ground, then turned and walked over to the man in the fur coat, smiling and talking to each other, glancing at
Zhou Xingqi from time to time.

Just as the group was discussing, another person got out of the sports car.

This person wore a black tight-fitting leather jacket that accentuated her S-shaped figure, paired with black leather pants that hugged her
long, taut legs. On her feet were a pair of high-end black knee-high leather boots. Her neat short hair gave her a capable look. With
wheat-colored skin, bright black pupils, and a cold expression, she seemed unapproachable.

Several police officers, upon seeing the woman in the leather jacket, seemed quite intimidated by her,
behaving far more politely than they had towards the man in white, approaching her with fawning smiles and trying to speak to her.

The woman responded coldly with a couple of sentences. The officers then bowed and saluted her
before driving away.

The woman, exuding an arrogant queen-like aura, walked up to Zhou Xingqi.

The high-grade leather on her thighs was spotless, slightly translucent, and her well-defined physique suggested she had trained; she
appeared healthy and powerful.

The heels of her tall leather boots made a "thump, thump, thump" sound as they hit the pavement.

Zhou Xingqi was only 1.65 meters tall, while this woman, standing before him, was a head taller,
easily at least 1.7 meters without shoes.

The woman glanced at the Chinese medicine on the ground, then looked down at Zhou Xingqi,
her brow furrowing as she stared at the medicine protruding from his black plastic bag, her expression icy.

Seeing Liu Jian's stubborn expression, the man in the fur coat became extremely annoyed. "What the hell are you pretending for?"

He snatched Liu Jian's glasses, threw them on the ground, and stomped them to pieces.

Only then were Zhou Xingqi's eyes revealed.

Both the man in the fur coat and the woman in the leather jacket were slightly surprised upon seeing Zhou Xingqi's eyes.

What they saw were a pair of blood-red pupils.

Those blood-red pupils made the already ordinary-looking boy even more bizarre.

The woman raised her head, her expression filled with disgust, and turned to the man in white, coldly saying, "Chen Lei, he
's just a student, and he looks sick. He can't afford to pay. Don't waste time, go take care of business."

Hearing this, the man in white, filled with resentment, threw the plastic bag containing Chinese medicine from Zhou Xingqi's hand
on the ground to vent his anger. Pointing at Zhou Xingqi, he yelled, "You poor bastard! So poor, wasting my time
! If I didn't have something to do today, I would have crippled you! Remember this! My name is Chen Lei! If you're not happy, come find me!"

After cursing, the man named Chen Lei looked sullen, as if he would have
crippled Zhou Xingqi if he hadn't had something to do.

Seeing the woman in the leather jacket walk away, Chen Lei seemed particularly concerned, his attitude instantly transforming into a fawning one:
"Whatever you say, my dear wife, wait for me. Don't let this little brat ruin your mood."

Zhou Xingqi watched as the man in the leather jacket followed the woman into the car and drove away.

With a roar, the gold sports car sped off.

Zhou Xingqi, filled with humiliation, stared at his shattered sunglasses, silently picking up his ID card and the scattered Chinese medicine,
putting them into a black plastic bag.

Looking in the direction the sports car had gone, Zhou Xingqi's face darkened, revealing a sinister smile: Chen Lei, is that it? Very well,
I'll remember you.

**********************************

The old bicycle was mangled beyond recognition and could no longer be ridden.

Zhou Xingqi, covered in scrapes and bruises, could only endure the pain and walk back to his rented room.

Carrying a bag of traditional Chinese medicine, Zhou Xingqi walked for two hours before noticing a notice posted on his door:

all tenants were to leave within three days because the area was slated for demolition and would be
developed by the largest company in Tianshan City—Darunhua Group.

Looking at the notice, Zhou Xingqi couldn't help but laugh, then his laughter grew louder and louder.

The surrounding tenants stared at him as if he were crazy.

Ignoring their stares, Zhou Xingqi looked up at the sky: "Looks like today is destined to be an extraordinary day, hehe
..."

................................

After closing the door, Zhou Xingqi washed his face. The boy in the mirror had an ordinary appearance, covered in scars, with
blood-red pupils and a dark expression.

Zhou Xingqi turned on his phone's music player, playing Beyond's "Arabian Dancing Girl."

With the music playing, Zhou Xingqi eagerly began his plan, carefully conducting
his final experiment in the rented room.

Zhou Xingqi was eighteen years old. His parents had died in an earthquake, and he had been raised by his grandfather since childhood,
showing him great filial piety and respect.

Stephen Chow was born different from others. His height was only 1.65 meters, almost like someone with a disability. Besides
his short stature, what set him apart most was his eyes—his pupils were blood red!

This made him the target of much criticism from a young age; everyone thought he had conjunctivitis, leading to his
isolation and lack of friends.

Because of his short stature, he often endured bullying at school.

The only person in the world who loved him was his grandfather, Zhou Dahai, who encouraged him countless times.

When Zhou Dahai was alive, he always told Stephen Chow, "Don't care about other people's opinions; you will definitely
get better in the future!"

Zhou Dahai was a traditional Chinese medicine doctor who supported Stephen Chow by prescribing medicine and making medical consultations. Three years ago, Zhou Dahai suffered a lung injury...
His grandfather died of cancer. Before he passed away, besides leaving some savings to Zhou Xingqi, he also entrusted him with a family heirloom manual,
titled "Red Eyes and Black Pills."

After arranging his grandfather's funeral, Zhou Xingqi opened the manual in a secluded spot. The first page read: "

Descendants of the Zhou family, remember! This manual can only be passed on to those with blood-red eyes!

Those without red eyes are strictly forbidden from reading it!
Those without red eyes are strictly forbidden from reading it!
Those without red eyes are strictly forbidden from reading it!"

The incomplete manual was written in ancient Chinese characters, obscure and difficult to understand. The section on making the black pills
required a staggering five thousand kinds of Chinese herbs, each specified precisely down to the milligram.

Zhou Xingqi found it hard to believe. This yellowed manual was at least several hundred years old. How
could a unit like milligrams exist in that era?

Moreover, some of the herbs were long extinct and impossible to obtain now.

To this end, Zhou Xingqi used his grandfather's savings, besides for his studies and living expenses, to collect Chinese medicinal herbs.
There were so many kinds of herbs, some very expensive, that Zhou Xingqi was admitted to the Traditional
Chinese Medicine department of the most prestigious university in Tianshan City, Keli Medical College.

Because once admitted, he could obtain
herbs that were unavailable elsewhere at very low prices on campus. Of course, to prevent resale, students couldn't buy too many. Fortunately,
although the herbs used to make a single black pill were numerous, the quantity of each was small.

As for the missing herbs, Liu Jian, using his exceptional professional knowledge, made
some substitutions without altering their efficacy.

Before this, Zhou Xingqi had sold his old house—or rather, he was forced to sell it, as the entire old
street had been forcibly acquired by the Tianshan City's Darunhua Group.

After the old house was expropriated, Zhou Xingqi was assigned to his current resettlement area, which resembled
the Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong in its heyday—a chaotic and unpleasant environment.

Thanks to his grandfather, Zhou Xingqi was fortunate enough to have a dormitory room with a private bathroom.

Zhou Xingqi, with the 100,000 yuan compensation from his old house and the 200,000 yuan left to him by his grandfather Zhou Dahai, used 300,000
yuan to painstakingly collect these Chinese medicinal herbs.

Today, Zhou Xingqi finally collected the last few herbs needed to make the black pill!

If it weren't for the fact that Zhou Xingqi was a student at Keli Medical College and could buy the herbs at a special price, he didn't know
how many more years it would have taken to collect them all.

To make this medicine, Zhou Xingqi used up his last savings today; he only had less than 100
yuan left in his bank account, not even enough to pay his tuition for next semester, but Zhou Xingqi didn't care at all.

His red eyes, which had made him look like a monster since childhood, coupled with poverty and short stature, had made him ostracized everywhere.

Today, he encountered injustice again, but Zhou Xingqi knew in his heart that as long as he successfully made this black pill, all his
grievances and hardships would be nothing.

The most important reason why Zhou Xingqi cherished this ancestral manual, "Red Eyes and the Black Pill," was
that the function of this black pill was inseparable from his red eyes.

According to the ancestral secret manual, a descendant of the Zhou family will possess a special ability: the ability to see with supernatural powers.

Zhou Xingqi is that descendant. His red eyes possess the power to hypnotize and control anyone who looks into them
!

However, there is one condition: the person must have consumed a black pill!

This black pill is composed of five thousand kinds of Chinese herbs. It is colorless, odorless, and water-soluble. If a person ingests
even one black pill, they will be hypnotized and controlled by Liu Jian upon seeing Zhou Xingqi's red eyes.

The five thousand herbs, according to the manual's formula, require a total of 100 kg, but
only a single black pill the size of a mung bean can be successfully extracted.

What is this manual to him?

If he can get enough people to consume the black pill, he can control the world and become its
ruler!

Just like the hypnosis novels Zhou Xingqi enjoyed reading since elementary school, those abilities only found in novels
fascinated him. Zhou Xingqi never imagined that one day he would actually possess one.

Zhou Xingqi craved this hypnotic power more than others.

His unusual eyes, ordinary appearance, and short stature of only 1.65 meters meant he
had never been popular with women since childhood. He received no one's affection!

Society only showed him discrimination and malice!

Aside from his grandfather's kindness and warmth, Zhou Xingqi grew up in solitude
.

Although short, his penis was unusually large, as
thick as a baby's arm when erect and a full 18 centimeters long.

He remained a virgin, only able to masturbate while reading hypnosis novels and fantasizing about his idealized image
. The sun set, and dusk fell. Zhou Xingqi forgot his pain, frantically and cautiously concocting the final stages of the black pill. For him, this was destined to be a sleepless night. The cramped rented room was filled with the strong smell of Chinese medicine, and

the air was thick with youthful ambition and anticipation. **************************** Early Thursday morning, Zhou Xingqi arrived at the school, Keli Medical College, with a smile. This top-three medical college in the country is the dream of many; those who can get into this university will become elites in various hospitals in the future. As usual, no one greeted Zhou Xingqi on his way to the classroom; many even gloated when they saw the injuries on his body. But Zhou Xingqi didn't care at all; he was already used to it. Reaching the classroom, Zhou Xingqi sat in his familiar corner and took out a shiny black pill from his pocket.

Last night, the pill was finally successfully refined. This black pill in his hand was like
a seed of hope for Zhou Xingqi's future.

It carried all of Zhou Xingqi's efforts and aspirations over the past three years, now sprouting from the soil.

Zhou Xingqi only managed to make one of these black pills; the cost was too high for a poor student like him. One
hundred kilograms of Chinese medicine could only produce such a small pill. If Zhou Xingqi hadn't been a student of traditional Chinese medicine and hadn't used up his grandfather's
last savings, he wouldn't have had a single one.

This precious black pill—who would be the first to try it?

Zhou Xingqi revealed a lewd grin...

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