Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Deep within the borderless black market.

A dilapidated, dark alley where even sunlight cannot penetrate.

The continuous, drizzling rain poured down relentlessly, the water icy cold and biting.

The musty smell of low-grade talismans, mixed with an extremely strong stench of blood, lingered in the narrow alley.

At the entrance of the alley.

The massive, ten-thousand-pound Zhentian Desolate Bone Primordial Ferocious Stele stood there, completely blocking the way out.

The ancient remnants of evil energy entwined on the monument transformed into a dark red, spirit-suppressing blood net, completely locking away the aura within a ten-zhang radius.

Several Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, hiding in the distance, usually made a living by looting corpses and picking up bargains in the black market.

Looking at the remnants of the immortal elites scattered all over the ground, the greed in these people's eyes was practically overflowing.

They crept closer, their fingertips just touching the edge of the blood-soaked net.

A strange sizzling sound.

That domineering, extreme evil energy flowed directly into his meridians through his fingertips.

These rogue cultivators didn't even have time to properly scream before they were terrified and scrambled away.

They were terrified that if they were even half a step slower, they would be torn into a pile of minced meat by that deadly net.

At the deepest part of the alley.

The bluestone walls were covered with sticky moss.

Lu Chen leaned against the wall, panting heavily.

His broad chest heaved violently, each breath sounding like an old bellows pumping wildly.

That magnificent, dark-colored flesh was currently experiencing a frenzied backlash from an overloaded, cross-level bloodbath.

Especially the two dark gold tendons on his back that were forcibly pulled together and tied into a knot by hand.

With each breath he took, the knot was pulled and ripped, producing a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds.

Extremely viscous, dark red blood foam seeped out continuously through the gaps in the knotted tendons.

This kind of excruciating, tearing pain is simply unbearable for a living person.

But he didn't even let out a muffled groan.

Just then, there was movement from the sturdy wolfskin bundle on his chest.

A pale, slightly cool little hand emerged from the gaps in the thick fur.

The little girl couldn't see, so she could only rely on her senses and groped around in mid-air for a bit.

The little hand finally touched Lu Chen's rough face, which was covered with stubble and scars.

"Lu Chen..."

Ah Nan's voice was incredibly soft and sweet, with a hint of extremely weak baby talk.

"It doesn't hurt..."

Two simple words, falling in the cold, damp alley.

The terrifying ferocity that had been raging in Lu Chen's eyes melted away in that instant.

That face, which resembled that of an ancient ferocious beast, managed to squeeze out a clumsy gentleness.

He raised his large hands.

These hands had just torn apart a half-step Nascent Soul level sword intent with their bare hands, and were covered in glaring bloodstains.

He scrubbed his tattered trouser leg hard twice.

Until I confirmed that my palm was completely clean and there was no trace of blood.

Then he reached out very gently.

His large, kind hands gently rubbed the little girl's head.

It would have been better if he hadn't touched it, but as soon as he got close, Lu Chen's heart clenched.

Where A-Nan had originally worn the blood-jade eye-covering garment, two shocking lines of blood were now hanging from the corners of her eyes.

The blood and tears have now formed a hard scab.

This is a severe backlash caused by the excessive overexertion of the Primordial True Vision Spirit Eye and the forced attempt to see through the Death Gate of the Immortal Array.

The little girl's eyes had fallen into temporary complete blindness, and even the faint jade light had dimmed.

The damp chill is extremely strong on rainy days.

Anan huddled inside the wolf skin, her little body shivering uncontrollably from the cold.

Without saying a word, Lu Chen tore off the last piece of relatively clean inner fabric from his body.

Using the clean rainwater dripping from the eaves, he gently washed and softened the fabric.

They moved very carefully, afraid that if they used too much force, they might scratch the little girl's skin.

He patiently washed away the bloodstains from Ah Nan's face, bit by bit.

He then took out a piece of dried second-tier monster meat from the leather pouch at his waist.

With a slight turn of his fingertips, he heated and softened the meat, then stuffed it into A-Nan's mouth.

The little girl chewed obediently, and her pale face finally regained some warmth.

Lu Chen gently patted her back, the tough man transforming into a gentle protector.

In this bloody and desolate place, he managed to coax the trembling little girl into a deep sleep.

After settling A-Nan in, Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the bluestone slab covered in mud and blood without any hesitation.

After these repeated battles against opponents of higher levels, his physical body was almost exhausted.

Deep within his chest, the Supreme Blood Furnace sensed its master's weakness and began to emit a low, violent roar.

Lu Chen reached for the animal skin bag at his waist and pulled out the top-grade water spirit stone he had just plundered from the corpse of that high-ranking branch leader.

In the cultivation world outside, this thing would be a rare treasure that even Nascent Soul stage monsters would covet and fight over, as it contains extremely pure water-based true essence.

But in Lu Chen's eyes, a body cultivator, it was simply a crude fuel used to fill the deficit.

The large, calloused hand suddenly exerted force, its five fingers resembling a peerless hydraulic clamp.

The terrifying finger force of a full 100,000 jin was contracted without reservation!

"Crack! Snap!"

The seemingly indestructible high-grade crystal didn't even have the chance to resist; it was directly crushed into powder by this unreasonable, pure physical force.

Lu Chen opened his mouth wide and suddenly spat out pure yang blood fire with a terrifying temperature from his palm.

These extremely cold-attribute crystal powders, under the frenzied burning of Yang fire, boiled and churned violently, and were forcibly melted into a pool of spiritual liquid shimmering with a gentle glow.

He didn't even bother to swallow, and directly slapped the scalding hot spiritual liquid onto his chest.

A violent suction force erupted, and the spiritual elixir flowed directly into the limbs and bones through the large pores on the dark skin membrane.

The most critical restructuring has begun.

The two severed tendons on his back, which he had forcibly tied into a knot by hand to stop the bleeding, underwent an extremely painful "fire-forged regeneration" under the savage baptism of the pure yang elixir.

That knotted mass looked exactly like a block of pig iron being frantically forged in a furnace.

"Crackling and popping!"

A series of terrifying crackling sounds, like popping beans, continuously erupted from deep within the skin and flesh.

Driven by a violent surge of life, the ruptured muscle fibers forcefully penetrate flesh and blood, intertwining and stitching together.

This excruciating pain, comparable to being skinned alive, would cause an ordinary cultivator to have their primordial spirit collapse on the spot. However, Lu Chen merely puffed out his cheeks, gritted his teeth, and didn't let out a single groan of pain.

This inhuman restructuring was accompanied by...

The large, gruesome, necrotic flesh on his back began to dry rapidly, forming thick, hard scabs.

Then it peeled off with a rustling sound and fell into the muddy water.

The newly formed, jet-black membrane had fully grown, gleaming with a chilling metallic sheen in the dark, rainy night.

Right in the very center of this brand-new membrane.

The thirteenth dark gold wild rune, exuding the power of ancient savagery, silently emerged and was firmly imprinted in the deepest part of the blood and bones.

Qi and blood are completely and perfectly balanced.

His breakthrough to the 1001st level of the Iron Shirt technique has finally been solidified to the minor completion stage.

Lu Chen had just exhaled a breath of scalding hot air and was preparing to put away his cultivation technique.

The little girl, who had been wrapped tightly in the wolf skin, suddenly stirred restlessly in his arms.

The little girl was in a state between sleep and wakefulness. Her pure white eyes, which had been temporarily blinded due to severe overexertion, were still trembling slightly unconsciously, even through the thick blood-jade eye covering.

The unique ability of the Primordial True Vision Spirit Eye to dispel illusions remains sharp even in dreams.

"Lu Chen..."

The little girl's soft, nasal voice betrayed extreme exhaustion. Her small hand emerged from her fur and weakly pointed to a patch of muddy ground outside the alley.

"In the mud that the fat steward turned into... there is still a golden line... that is always shining and has never broken."

That's where the fat manager of Wanbaoge was smashed into a uniform bloody mud by the 100,000-jin black stele.

Lu Chen's eyes suddenly sharpened.

He would never doubt any of the little girl's intuitions.

With a large arm, he shielded the girl in his arms and strode out of the dark alley, arriving at the glaring pool of blood and mud.

His large black iron boots ruthlessly sank into the rotten flesh, and following the causal line pointed out by A-Nan, he squatted down.

Two thick fingers, like steel shovels, pierced through the hard bluestone slab below and dug deep inside.

"Splash!"

A fragment of a secret gold scroll, which was tightly protected by an extremely high-level immortal source, was forcibly pulled out by him, along with the surrounding rubble.

The fragment was covered with intricate defensive array patterns, and even the aftershocks of the 100,000 jin of deadly force just now failed to completely crush it.

Lu Chen was most annoyed by the celestial beings' convoluted tricks.

His large palms spewed out pure yang blood fire, burning you to death no matter what high-level origin you were!

"Open it for me!"

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

Under the relentless and unreasonable high temperature of the Extreme Yang Fire, the exquisite immortal restriction on the outer layer let out a mournful cry and completely collapsed and dissipated in a plume of acrid black smoke.

The secret gold fragments revealed their true form.

The surface was densely covered with ancient, blood-red immortal script, each character exuding an aura of superiority and ruthlessness.

This is an urgent summons from the Immortal Alliance, a "Destroy the Law and Search for the Seeds" order.

Lu Chen narrowed his eyes, glanced at the scene, and the suppressed killing intent in his chest suddenly exploded as if it were a tangible force.

These self-righteous, high-minded cultivator scum!

The high-ranking members of the Azure Sky Sword Sect were enraged and went into a frenzy because the leader of the Eastern Xuan branch was smashed into a pulp in the street by some lowly peasant.

Those old monsters hiding in the clouds actually followed the clues and directly locked onto the location on the edge of the Great Wilderness, which was suspected to be the origin of the Extreme Path Fire Seed—the Seventh Mining Area of ​​Dongxuan.

The tattered bamboo slips clearly stated the order to exterminate any descendants.

The upper echelons of the Immortal Alliance have already made the decision to use the entire Seventh Mining Area, along with the surrounding 100,000 mortals, regardless of age or gender, as sacrifices!

They intend to use the blood of 100,000 ordinary people to carry out a horrific blood sacrifice to force out the extreme secrets that may be hidden deep underground!

If they can't beat the tough guys, they'll just take advantage of the poor, disabled people struggling for a living and bleed them dry. This is the true hypocritical face of these high-level cultivators from the Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance!

The crisis escalated to its peak without any buffer.

On the back of Lu Chen's hand, thick, blue veins bulged violently.

"You think you can pay with 100,000 lives for your rotten immortal sect rules? I'll smash your entire altar to pieces!"

He suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, and with a crisp "crack," the hard, mithril fragment was instantly crushed into a twisted piece of scrap iron.

He took a deep breath of the cold, icy air from the rain.

With each breath, the bulging, dragon-like muscles on his body began to lock themselves tightly inward.

The skin is taut, and the large tendons have retracted.

At this moment, with the weight of the black stele added, the total extreme weight of 110,000 jin would cause the already fragile foundation of this dark alley to collapse instantly if anyone were to walk out without any reservations, which would definitely attract the attention of all the cultivators on the outskirts of the black market.

Lu Chen demonstrated an extremely abnormal and subtle control over this physical body.

He perfectly distributed that terrifying weight of 110,000 jin (approximately 65,000 kg) evenly across every black bone in his body by stretching every muscle group to its limit.

He completely shattered the paradox that carrying heavy loads inevitably causes the ground to shake.

He grabbed the thick, century-old black iron chain from the ground.

With a single shoulder effort, Lu Chen steadily supported the 100,000-jin Zhentian Desolate Bone Primordial Fiend Tablet on his broad right shoulder.

He started walking.

The moment the large black iron boots slammed down onto the muddy ground.

Suddenly, an extremely rich stream of pure yang blood energy gushed out from the Yongquan acupoint on the sole of the foot.

This fiery aura formed a substantial cushion between the soles of the feet and the ground.

The dead weight of 110,000 jin was stepped on.

Not a single drop of water splashed, and not a single pebble was crushed.

The violent destructive power was completely sealed within the body by the ultimate control techniques.

In this dark, silent, dilapidated alley.

Lu Chen carried the vicious black monument on his shoulder, tightly protecting the sleeping blind little girl in front of his chest. He looked like an ancient demon crawling out of a bottomless abyss. Without even turning his head, he disappeared into the dark, deadly path leading to the seventh mining area of ​​the Great Wilderness.