From the Iron Shirt Technique to physical sanctification

"What do you want?" Xu Yuanshan looked at his son, whom he had once been so proud of, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

There is regret, heartache, and resentment.

"Father!" Xu Yang took out the prescription from his pocket, held it above his head with both hands, and handed it to Xu Yuanshan.

Xu Yuanshan took the prescription, glanced at it, and frowned slightly. The medicinal ingredients on the prescription were all very valuable, especially an ice-attribute spirit crystal and an Ice Soul Snow Lotus.

Ice-attribute spirit crystals can be obtained if you're willing to spend money, but Ice Soul Snow Lotus is a spirit herb that you can't necessarily buy even if you have money; you can only rely on luck.

A plant was brought from the snowy north ten years ago and fetched an astronomical price at the time.

"You cultivate the family's fire-attribute Crimson Sun Technique, so why are all the spiritual herbs in the recipe ice-attribute?" Xu Yuanshan asked in confusion.

Xu Yang had already prepared his answer: "Father, after examining my condition, the Qi Refining Elder of Lingyin Academy determined that it was caused by an excess of Yang energy in my body, which requires an ice-attribute spiritual herb to neutralize it."

Xu Yuanshan nodded and didn't ask any more questions: "The other spiritual herbs can be found within half a year, but the Ice Soul Snow Lotus is only found in the Snow Country of the Northern Territory. It's very rare in our Western Wilderness Continent, so we can only try our luck."

Xu Yang understood this situation and nodded, saying, "Father, I also need a beginner-level ice-attribute sword technique."

"Hmm? Ice-attribute swordsmanship?" Xu Yuanshan stared at Xu Yang with a puzzled expression. "Is this also a requirement from the Qi Refining Realm elders of Lingyin Academy?"

"Yes, Father, please don't ask any more questions, trust your son." Xu Yang kowtowed again.

Xu Yuanshan squinted at his son kneeling on the ground, without saying a word.

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Chengtian City.

Businessmen were waiting to see Chengtian Sect make a fool of itself; martial arts clans were waiting for news from their families; the common people were unaffected, and they watched the spectacle with amusement.

Three levels, three mindsets.

Six days passed in a flash. Many people came to Chengtian Sect to register and obtain household registration, but almost all of them were ordinary people from the lower classes.

Neither the merchants nor the martial arts factions made a move.

A large cauldron was set up in the backyard of the Zhang residence, and the fire had been burning for a day and a night, with the black liquid inside bubbling and gurgling.

That morning, Zhang Yu summoned Yan Dao to the backyard.

"Master!" Yan Dao said respectfully.

Zhang Yu looked at Yan Dao expressionlessly, without telling him about the Mad Blade Battle Body.

He pointed to the large cauldron and said, "Take off your clothes and sit inside."

"Ah!" Yan Dao exclaimed in surprise, looking at the black liquid in the cauldron and muttering to himself.

"If you want to become the number one swordsman in the Western Wilderness Continent, then sit down right now," Zhang Yu said.

Yan Dao hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth, took off his clothes, and sat down in the cauldron.

"If you can endure these nine days, you will be reborn," Zhang Yu said.

"Master, what if we can't make it through?" Yan Dao asked weakly.

Because at this moment he felt as if his whole body was being boiled in pain.

"Turn into a pot of soup!" Zhang Yu said expressionlessly.

Upon hearing this answer, Yan Dao's face turned deathly pale. He weakly asked, "Master, can I take it back now?"

"If you dare to come out, I'll kill you with my own hands. This cauldron of medicine can buy ten of your lives." Zhang Yu's voice was very soft, but it sounded like a thunderclap to Yan Dao's ears.

"It's over, it's over." Yan Dao felt a wave of sorrow.

Zhang Yu tossed Yan Dao a top-grade Blood Nourishing Pill: "Man Cang used ordinary Blood Nourishing Pills back then and still survived. Now you're using top-grade Blood Nourishing Pills, surely you can survive?"

"Once you get through this, you'll be the number one swordsman in the Western Wilderness." After putting him down, Zhang Yu gave him a word of encouragement before returning to the recliner under the shade of a tree.

"It's so hot today."

"Senior brother, have some chilled watermelon." Li Feifei immediately fished a watermelon out of the deep well, cut it up, and placed it in front of Zhang Yu.

"Senior brother, can this really develop one's physique?"

"Hmm!" Zhang Yu didn't explain further.

"Senior brother, can I also develop my physique?" Li Feifei asked tentatively.

Having grown up in a family with a long tradition of martial arts, she also has her own dreams of martial arts.

Zhang Yu turned to look at Li Feifei, and seeing the longing in her eyes, the refusal that was on the tip of his tongue turned into: "Impossible now, and in the future..."

"What will the future hold?"

"We'll talk about it in the future," Zhang Yu said, not giving a definitive answer.

Yan Dao was being boiled in the cauldron. The black medicinal liquid was heated and boiled, and the medicinal power kept penetrating into Yan Dao's body through his pores. Not only did his skin and flesh begin to ache, but his bones, internal organs and soul also began to suffer excruciating pain.

Ahh... Ahh...

boom!

The heavy lid of the cauldron fell down, leaving only a small observation hole about the size of a fist.

For the next few days, the screams never stopped.

At first, Yan Dao only screamed in agony, but the next day he begged for mercy: "Master, I don't want to be the number one swordsman in the Western Wilderness anymore. Please let me out. I'm going to be boiled alive. It hurts so much. I can't take it anymore."

Zhang Yu completely ignored him.

Day three!

"Zhang Yu, let me out! You bastard, let me out now! I'm going to die! I'm going to be boiled into soup!"

Day 4!

Waaah...

ah ah ah...

All that remained were heart-wrenching screams and cries.

Seeing Yan Dao's changes day by day, Li Feifei no longer dared to mention developing her physique to Zhang Yu.

That's absolutely terrifying.

Yan Dao is probably already cooked.

Zhang Yu didn't actually want it to be like this. He didn't know how people in the Central Continent and the East Sea activated their physiques, but the method he used was produced by the system, which should be the best way.

The screams from the backyard of the Zhang residence could be heard throughout half of Chengtian City; it was truly horrific.

After the three rules were announced, Niu Mancang led ten patrol teams composed entirely of Ming Jin martial artists to begin patrolling Chengtian City.

Fighting used to be commonplace in Chengtian City.

On the first day the rule was announced, no one took it seriously. Whether they were powerful families, merchants, or ordinary people, everyone thought it was a joke and impossible to enforce.

Yuelai Tavern.

Zhang San, a drunkard, and Li Si got into an argument and started fighting. The two of them swung their fists wildly from the tavern into the street.

Niu Mancang happened to be passing by with his patrol team. Without saying a word, he ordered one of the patrol members to step forward and, with two quick slashes, beheaded Zhang San and Li Si.

Then the two heads were placed on the high platform of Suzaku Avenue.

A member of a prominent family, a Ming Jin disciple, harassed a woman selling tofu by the roadside, and Niu Mancang twisted off his head.

At the end of the first day, more than a hundred heads were piled up on the high platform of Zhuque Street. There were not only the heads of ordinary people, but also the heads of noble families and merchants, all treated equally.

Two shops belonging to third-rate families resisted, but Niu Mancang slaughtered all the people in the shops.

The powerful families fell silent, the merchants fell silent, and the common people were initially trembling with fear. Then, starting from the third day, they noticed something.

In the past, whether it was a noble family, a merchant, or even a merchant's servant, they could all bully them.

But since the third rule was introduced, if these people beat them again, the patrol team will immediately execute them on the spot.

One by one, heads were piled up on the high platform of Zhuque Street, gradually intimidating everyone in the city.

The common people began to support it.

The powerful families and merchants developed hatred and rejection towards Chengtian Sect because they found that they had lost their privileges over the common people in Chengtian City.