Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen's rough, large hands controlled the force.

He carefully placed that drop of deep, dark golden blood into the little blind girl's parched lips.

A strange blush immediately spread across A-Nan's chubby cheeks.

She smacked her lips and patted her bulging belly with her little hands.

"belch--"

A long burp came out, carrying a rich medicinal aroma.

As the extremely yin Xuanming cold energy and the extremely yang pure yang blood and qi converged wildly within the pure flesh, strange phenomena suddenly arose.

A faint, dark golden jade-like cocoon quickly formed on A-Nan's body.

The surface of this light cocoon is covered with ancient patterns, as if it were alive.

It stretched and relaxed, greedily breathing in the spiritual energy of the surrounding world.

With each breath, the light from the light cocoon solidifies a little more.

Anan tightly gripped the Xuanming Cold Crystal Marrow with her two chubby little hands, her small body curled up into a ball.

She directly entered a deep-seated period of jade bone transformation and dormancy.

With this layer of dark gold cocoon protecting her, no matter how turbulent the outside world is, or how the sky and earth collapse, they will not be able to harm her in the slightest.

Lu Chen pulled the wolfskin pouch from Youfeng and tightly covered Qianjian's vital area in front of his chest.

The black iron chain wrapped around his back three times and tied a knot.

He patted his chest and grinned widely.

"Go to sleep. I'll take care of the rest."

Camp center.

The large, black iron cauldron, about half a person's height, was emitting billowing steam.

The remaining thick broth was distributed spoonful by spoonful to the entire camp.

Thousands of miners, still unaware of the dangers of the fire, held up their chipped, rough porcelain bowls and, even with their mouths scalded and blistered, tilted their heads back and gulped down the contents.

The moment the medicine took effect, the situation spiraled out of control.

"vomit!"

A strong, muscular man suddenly knelt down in the mud, clutching his stomach and retching violently.

They vomited mouthfuls of foul-smelling black blood, mixed with fine mineral slag, in a rush.

This is mineral toxin that has been deposited in the lungs and bone marrow for hundreds of years.

The toxic blood is emptied.

The flesh on the bodies of these men began to throb wildly, their physical strength instantly transcending the shackles of human decline.

The shriveled muscles bulged high, and the tendons and bones were forcibly stretched open.

With just one dose of the powerful medicine, these thousands of miners directly achieved the robust, primal physique of the ancient people of the Great Wilderness!

They were all panting heavily, their fists clenched, feeling like they had inexhaustible strength.

However, this miraculous medicine is not a blessing for those who are old and frail.

The eight disabled miners, including the one-armed old man, whose blood and energy had long been depleted, turned deathly pale the moment they swallowed the meat soup.

"puff!"

The old man tilted his head back and spat out a mouthful of blood before collapsing to the ground.

The potent and violent effects of the medicine were practically a death sentence for them.

The old and frail meridians could not withstand such a violent and disruptive force, and were torn apart inch by inch on the spot.

The crackling sound of meridians breaking echoed one after another within the bodies of the eight old men.

"father!"

"Uncle, spit out the medicine!"

The young man next to him was so anxious that his eyes turned red. He was about to step forward when Lu Chen pushed him away.

"Back off!"

Lu Chen's large black iron boots pounded in the mud as he looked down at the old miner rolling on the ground, his rough voice drowning out the screams.

"The ultimate destiny is such that if you can't withstand it, you die!"

The old man with the missing arm was rolling around frantically in the mud, his mouth full of blood.

His only remaining hand was digging into the rubble on the ground, his fingernails all broken off, and blood was flowing freely.

"I...I haven't even seen the immortal sect collapse yet, I can't die!"

The old man let out a hoarse, desperate roar, like a mad dog, from his throat.

He no longer tried to protect the torn meridians, but instead forcibly guided the chaotic extreme blood in his body to frantically fill the hole in his severed arm.

The other seven disabled veterans were equally ruthless.

For those with broken legs, force the blood and energy to the broken leg.

With half of the chest cavity gone, the blood and qi are forced to rush to the ribs.

The miracle did not arrive in a perfect form.

Their bodies did not develop a complete iron-gray membrane, nor did they regenerate flesh.

Accompanied by excruciating pain that makes one's scalp tingle, dark red blood and qi burst forth from the wounds of their mutilated limbs, growing outwards in an abnormal manner.

Pieces of dark red scabs and bone scales, resembling rough rocks, solidified and took shape at the wound!

They lack the otherworldly air and refined demeanor of cultivators.

It is only incomplete, grotesque, and ugly.

But when these eight old men, clad in deformed bone armor, crawled out of the mud, the raw, untamed spirit emanating from their very bones was more terrifying than any other form of Dharma.

This feels far more realistic than perfectly mastering the Iron Shirt technique.

This is the cruel aesthetics of the Yakuza.

The spark of the Great Wilderness is standing firm in the face of adversity with the most unreasonable and brutal attitude!

however.

At this very moment, the Seventh Mining Area has just undergone a complete transformation.

The clouds above Dongxuan Prefecture were swirling wildly, and a terrifying causal storm was rapidly converging on this nascent Ironblood Stronghold.

Zhongtianzhou, Wanxian City.

The Tianji Tower Star-Gazing Platform, the highest point in Kyushu.

The enormous celestial compass is slowly rotating.

The white-bearded old man in charge of divination suddenly shuddered and spat out a mouthful of blood from his heart.

boom! boom! boom!

The three top-grade divination artifacts surrounding the astrolabe shattered one after another.

The old man, ignoring the blood on his chin, pointed with both hands to the northeast corner of the astrolabe.

There, the Great Wilderness Star Orbit, representing the Eastern Xuan State, is experiencing unprecedented violent shocks!

"A terrible omen! The Great Wilderness Demon is about to wreak havoc!" the old man screamed.

It was noon that day.

The Heavenly Mystery Tower skipped the Immortal Alliance meeting and drastically altered the Demon Extermination List.

The old demon of Beihanzhou, who had been at the top of the list for hundreds of years, was brutally pushed down to second place.

The two scarlet characters "Lu Chen" immediately topped the list!

Bounty offered: A top-grade spiritual vein!

The news sent shockwaves through the land.

What is the concept of a top-grade spiritual vein? It's the kind of vein that can allow a third-rate sect to directly build the foundation for a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

The rogue cultivators throughout the Nine Provinces, who would normally kill and rob for a few low-grade spirit stones, have all gone mad upon seeing this bounty.

They were like a pack of wild dogs that had smelled blood, hundreds and thousands of them coming out in full force.

Those riding swords in the sky and those commanding demonic beasts on the ground, densely packed, rushed towards Dongxuan Prefecture.

The surge of these independent cultivators came at just the right time.

Just half a day ago, the Qingxiao Sect Master, fearing Lu Chen's ten times stronger abyss force field, dared not send high-level cultivators into close combat and secretly issued a "food rationing order for the lower levels".

Now, this order to cut off food supplies, coupled with the exorbitant bonus for a top-grade spiritual vein, has created an extremely terrifying chemical reaction.

Countless low-level cannon fodder cultivators who rushed to Dongxuan Prefecture dared not go directly to the mining area to fight Lu Chen to the death, so they simply vented their anger and greed on the surrounding trade routes.

The two fit together perfectly, forming an impenetrable iron curtain of blockade.

Within a radius of three hundred li.

All trade routes that transported ordinary herbs and coarse salt to mortals in the lower realm were completely shut down by these rogue cultivators!

The mules pulling the cart had their necks severed with a single sword stroke.

Ordinary merchants transporting herbs were burned to ashes by magic.

Not even a fly can get into the seventh mining area.

Inside the mining camp.

The revelry was not over when a deadly crisis erupted.

The medicinal effects of this highly nourishing meat broth are too potent.

The vast majority of the elderly and weak survivors, who had just regained their strength and health, were simply unable to withstand such a brutal energy impact.

"It's so hot..."

A six-year-old girl, clutching a chipped and broken bowl, suddenly collapsed to the ground, frantically scratching her neck with both hands.

Her skin was a deep, purplish-red, and frighteningly hot.

Before the frail woman next to her could even pick up her daughter, her legs gave way and she fell heavily onto the muddy ground.

"Wow!"

The woman coughed up mouthfuls of blood, which was surprisingly hot.

"A weak body cannot tolerate strong tonics!"

The old man with the missing arm dragged his deformed, rocky, bony arm to the woman's side, jumping up and down in a panic.

"Master Lu! Something's happened!" the old man shouted at the top of his lungs. "They're suffering from internal heat! The medicine has set their internal organs on fire!"

In the short span of half an incense stick's time, more than half of the thousands of elderly, weak, women and children in the camp collapsed.

Screams and coughs filled the air.

Pain and panic spread rapidly through the dark camp.

Lu Chen strode over and placed his finger on the little girl's forehead.

It felt like touching a red-hot iron plate!

"Go to the warehouse and get some cold-natured herbs!" Lu Chen grabbed the old man by the collar. "The cheapest ones, like dogtail grass and bitter vine, boil them in water and force-feed them to neutralize the internal heat!"

The old man was so anxious that tears streamed down his face.

"Gone! All gone!" The old man waved his hands wildly. "The warehouse is empty! The trade routes for transporting coarse salt and common herbs are completely blocked! Those rogue cultivators have blocked the roads tightly; not a single blade of grass has been let in!"

Lu Chen loosened the old man's collar.

He turned around, his big black iron boots stomping heavily in the mud.

The mud and water on the ground splattered three feet high.

He looked at the surviving people of Xiatu, writhing and coughing up blood on the ground, and at the mortals who were about to be burned alive because they had no cheap herbs.

Lu Chen yanked up the century-old black iron chain wrapped around his arm.

boom!

He carried the 110,000-jin (approximately 65 tons) Zhentianhuanggu Primordial Evil Stele on his shoulder with one arm.

The rough and violent sound exploded directly over the entire Seventh Mining Area.

"You're cutting off my trade routes, leaving no way for ordinary people to survive, huh?"

Lu Chen turned to stare at the old man, whose dark golden skin gleamed with a blinding cold light in the darkness.

"Old man, gather a hundred strong young men who have just had their bones replaced, and bring your newly bound flying swords and pickaxes."

"Tonight, I'm taking you guys to smash those rogue cultivators' heads and steal their herbs!"