Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen's heavy black iron boots stomped across the dilapidated wooden suspension bridge, stepping directly into the outer city streets of the immortal city.

The thick, black iron chain scraped against the bluestone slab with a harsh sound.

The streets were lined with makeshift warehouses made of wood. They contained all sorts of goods intercepted from various trade routes in the wilderness.

The cheap herbs that the survivors of the Great Wilderness desperately needed to cool down and prolong their lives were not only carelessly discarded in the mud, but also dripped with foul-smelling swill.

These cultivators deliberately drenched the poor-quality plants in sewage to prevent passing villagers from picking them up and keeping them for themselves.

Behind the warehouse, seven or eight low-level rogue cultivators dressed in tattered Taoist robes huddled together.

This group of people usually shout about slaying demons and monsters to everyone they meet, but now they're carrying several bulging bags of herbs. Their eyes are all darting around, clearly intending to take advantage of the chaos of the celestial city being attacked to steal more herbs to exchange for spirit stones.

Lu Chen had no time to deal with these lowlifes.

He suddenly stretched out his right arm, his five fingers grabbing the neck of the tentman hiding at the front, and pulled him straight out from behind the warehouse with one arm.

"Where are all the cold-natured herbs in the city?" Lu Chen's stubble-covered face drew closer, his tone laced with unreasonable rage. "Give me a number. If you mispronounce a single word, I'll crush your head."

The tent clerk kicked wildly with his feet dangling in the air, his crotch getting soaked, yellow urine dripping down his trousers onto the bluestone slab.

He was so frightened that he trembled all over and instinctively opened his mouth to lie.

"Not...not much left!" the accountant stammered. "The adults in town don't care for those weeds; they only collected three hundred catties of foxtail grass! It's all piled up in the woodshed on East Street!"

Upon hearing this, the old merchant who had followed Lu Chen into the city limped up and pointed at the accountant, cursing loudly.

"Bullshit!" The old merchant's beard trembled with rage. "That caravan you intercepted at Black Sand Pass yesterday alone was carrying two thousand catties of dogtail grass! You heartless, rotten bastards, you still want to cheat Master Lu with your conscience!"

The lie was exposed on the spot, and the accountant's face instantly drained of all color, turning deathly pale.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to beg for mercy, Lu Chen's large hand pressed down directly.

"Bang!"

The accountant was pressed face down onto the hard bluestone pavement by Lu Chen, several of his teeth were smashed on the spot, and his mouth was full of blood.

Listen carefully.

Lu Chen's large black iron boots stomped on the back of the tent, the rough sound echoing through the streets.

"Those hundreds of giant rats gnawing on the sack underground, do they really think my ears are just for show?"

The senses of those who cultivate the ultimate body have long surpassed the limits of ordinary people.

Without needing the divine sense of immortals to probe, Lu Chen could detect the faint friction sounds of living creatures feeding deep underground, even through the thick stone slabs, simply by relying on his physical hearing.

Following the sound of rats gnawing on cheap burlap sacks, Lu Chen's gaze swept across several streets and alleys, precisely landing on the inconspicuous bluestone granary behind the livestock shed.

"Keep your dog's life to report to the Immortal Alliance."

Lu Chen released his grip and kicked the tent two zhang away.

He grabbed the black iron chain, dragged the 110,000-jin Zhentian Wild Bone Primordial Ferocious Stele, and strode towards the back warehouse of the livestock shed.

Just as they turned a corner at a narrow street, thirty cultivators in uniform at the Qi Condensation stage completely blocked their way.

Leading the group was the junior law enforcement officer who had just set off fire arrows on the city wall.

These people held incantations in their hands, and thirty flying swords gleaming with cold light hovered in mid-air.

The young commander, thinking he had the advantage of terrain, hid in the very center of the sword formation and shouted loudly.

"You madman of the earth! So what if you're strong!" the junior commander roared. "This street is barely ten feet wide; you can't possibly move freely with that 100,000-pound stone tablet on your back!"

"If you dare take one more step forward, these thirty flying swords will slice your flesh into bones!"

They wanted to use the narrow streets to limit the yakuza's wide-ranging attack methods.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at them.

He stopped in his tracks, and with a sudden burst of strength in his right hand, he pulled the 110,000-jin (approximately 65,000 kg) Primordial Evil Stele of Suppressing Heaven to his front, and placed it heavily in the very center of the street corner!

Boom!

The bluestone ground collapsed on the spot.

Lu Chen activated the dark gold wild patterns on the bottom of the stele, and the ten times the weight of the abyss force field swept out in a hemispherical shape with the black stele as the center!

The thirty flying swords that were originally suspended in mid-air with a menacing air were hit directly just a few breaths after they were drawn.

Clang! Clang!

A series of metallic crashes echoed through the streets and alleys.

The thirty flying swords went out of control on the spot, falling diagonally into the stone slabs of the road. The swords trembled and could not even emit a trace of spiritual light.

The carefully constructed sword formation in the alleys didn't even touch Lu Chen's clothes, turning him directly into a pile of useless scrap metal.

The arrogant expression on the young commander's face froze completely, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word.

Lu Chen stepped forward, bent down, and casually pulled a fallen flying sword from a crack in the mud bricks.

He dragged the heavy chain to the large bronze door of the rear warehouse. A large black iron lock, engraved with restrictive runes, hung on the door.

Lu Chen did not bang on the door.

He gripped the captured flying sword and, with a backhand motion, plunged the tip deep into the keyhole of the black iron lock.

The muscles in his arms suddenly bulged.

"Kaba".

With a piercing metallic cracking sound, Lu Chen used the pure wrist strength of the Great Wilderness to twist the lock core and the immortal array patterns inside into a pile of scrap iron!

The rough, large hand pulled out the chipped flying sword and casually tossed it at the young commander's feet.

"The magical artifacts you immortals forge are only good for picking your own locks," Lu Chen said, curling his lip and making no attempt to hide the mockery in his tone.

The large lock fell to the ground. Lu Chen kicked open the bronze door.

The spacious interior of the warehouse was exposed to everyone.

Inside, it was piled up like a small mountain, filled with large bundles of foxtail grass and bitter vines, as well as dozens of sacks full of coarse salt. Enough to keep the thousands of survivors outside, who were tending their fires, alive.

The old merchant following behind was overjoyed and was about to rush inside, but Lu Chen grabbed him by the back of the collar and pulled him back.

Above the haystack, a layer of extremely eerie pale green medicinal mist floated. This mist showed no sign of dissipating, enveloping the entire medicinal mountain.

The old vendor only glanced at it before his legs cramped up, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Rotting lung smoke!" The old merchant pointed at the green mist, his voice cracking. "Master Lu! That's a poisonous miasma that can melt away a person's internal organs!"

"Those beasts! They knew we'd come to steal the medicine, so they planted the poisonous fumes on the haystack beforehand! One puff and it's game over!"

The old vendor was so angry that he beat his chest and stamped his feet.

This is a plan to wipe out the remaining inhabitants. These cultivators, in order to prevent the survivors from living, didn't hesitate to destroy even their own medicine warehouse.

Lu Chen took two steps forward and used his tall body to block the warehouse door, preventing even a trace of poisonous fog from leaking out.

He did not back down.

The Extreme Blood Furnace roared violently in his chest cavity, but he knew in his heart that his current situation was extremely bad.

Previously, in order to prolong the lives of those eight old miners who were barely clinging to life by swallowing soil, he cut his palm, consuming a large amount of his ultimate true blood. Now, his body is severely depleted, and the pure yang blood fire that could originally incinerate all things has dropped to its lowest temperature, making it impossible for it to burn through this cloud of poisonous mist directly.

But the people of the Great Wilderness must take this medicine today.

Lu Chen's heavy black iron boots slammed into the ground.

He stood there, facing the entire warehouse of pale green poisonous fog, and suddenly opened his mouth wide, his chest expanding wildly!

"hiss--"

A terrifying suction force erupted from his mouth, instantly causing the airflow inside the warehouse to reverse.

He swallowed the thick cloud of rotten lung smoke in one gulp!

The old merchant was so frightened that he scrambled forward, trying to grab Lu Chen's arm.

The poisonous miasma entered the body and instantly began to seep wildly into the meridians of the limbs and bones.

Lu Chen clenched his lips tightly, his jaw clenched, and you could even hear the grinding sound of his molars rubbing together.

He deliberately shut down the normal operation of the Extreme Blood and Flesh Filter. Since the Pure Yang Blood Fire couldn't burn away the poison gas, he would resort to the most unreasonable methods!

Lu Chen closed his eyes, focusing his attention inward to the extreme.

He controlled the several thick, extremely powerful tendons around his lungs. The muscle fibers began to contract wildly inward in a way that defied logic!

A terrifying squeezing force of millions of tons erupted within the entire chest cavity.

The pale green toxic gas that was running around was forced back by the powerful Extreme Muscles, and all of it was squeezed and driven into a dead corner at the bottom of the left lung lobe.

The muscles are constantly being compressed, and compressed again!

The bones made a cracking sound as if they were about to break under the strain.

Relying solely on the unreasonable and extreme power within his body, Lu Chen squeezed a mass of invisible and intangible poisonous mist into a walnut-sized, incredibly hard "turbid qi bone stone"!

This green bone stone, formed entirely from the high pressure of toxic miasma, was stuck in the corner of his lung, completely losing its ability to spread its toxicity.

The surrounding lung muscles tightly enclose it, leaving no gaps.

This unconventional manipulation of the physical body was performed without any immortal magic, relying entirely on the Great Wilderness Body Cultivator's absolute control over his flesh and blood.

After doing all this, Lu Chen opened his eyes.

"cough!"

He turned his head and coughed up a mouthful of thick, black blood mixed with green streaks.

The blood was spat onto the bluestone slab, instantly corroding a deep pit and emitting pungent white smoke.

At the same time, due to the internal pressure generated by extreme compression, more than a dozen fine cracks suddenly burst open on Lu Chen's withered left arm. Crimson blood flowed down his arm and dripped into the muddy water on the ground.

The survivors outside, witnessing this scene, all had tears in their eyes.

They watched as this man, who stood up for the lower tribesmen, risked his life, swallowing poisonous mist to protect a pile of worthless herbs.

"Master Lu!"

The old merchant burst into tears, got up, and led the way into the medicine warehouse, which was no longer filled with poison gas.

"Rob it! Take it all! Don't leave a single blade of grass for the immortal sects!"

Dozens of survivors rushed forward frantically, carrying large bundles of foxtail grass and coarse salt on their shoulders with incredible speed and agility.

Lu Chen leaned against the doorframe, casually wiping the green blood from the corner of his mouth, his chest heaving. The piece of turbid bone stuck in his lung caused him excruciating pain with every breath, but he didn't even flinch.

Just then, a faint noise came from the deepest part of the warehouse.

The sound was faint and intermittent, yet it clearly reached Lu Chen's ears.

That was the sound of a child crying.

Lu Chen immediately straightened up, kicked aside several wooden crates blocking his way, and strode toward the source of the sound.

Several survivors quickly helped to dig out the deepest pile of grass.

Beneath the haystack, a hidden compartment was revealed.

Lu Chen yanked the lid off the hidden compartment.

Inside, a dozen or so skinny young medicine boys were huddled together. The oldest was no more than seven or eight years old, and the youngest could barely walk.

Each child's mouth was tightly sealed with coarse burlap, and their eyes were streaked with tears.

Lu Chen used his large, thick fingers to brush aside a little girl's disheveled hair.

On the girl's back was a piece of yellow paper that glowed with an eerie red light.

The old vendor came over and took a look, then immediately gasped in shock.

A few words were written in cinnabar on the yellow paper.

"Live Experience Poison Talisman".