Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The Immortal Alliance Enforcers stood in a row, each holding a heavy steel chain.

At the other end of the chain were tied the necks of dozens of itinerant doctors and medicine women from the lower classes.

These healers usually work in the outer city of the immortal city, only taking on dirty and menial jobs such as cleaning the night soil of demonic beasts and cleaning the dregs of medicine in alchemy furnaces.

At this moment, they were all dressed in rags, their bodies covered with bloody welts from being whipped.

They were roughly shoved to the front of the long street, serving as living bargaining chips to block the view of the Zhentian Black Monument.

The enforcement captain stood at the back of the crowd, his hands forming a magic seal, and a suspended flying sword was held against the neck of a white-haired herbalist.

The sharp blade pressed against the old man's loose flesh, threatening to sever his trachea at any moment.

"Dispense the medicine!" The enforcement captain's face contorted as he burst into laughter.

He yelled wildly at the group of doctors.

"Bring out all the most poisonous medicinal residue from your underground!"

"Right here, give me some 'Bone-Burning Powder'!"

The enforcement captain stared at Lu Chen not far away, his tone revealing a ruthless and smug malice.

"You demon of the lower realms, aren't you always protecting your own?"

"You're taking these worthless herbs back to save those poor wretches in the Great Wilderness who ate the elixir of immortality, aren't you?"

He directly exposed the Immortal Alliance's treacherous scheme.

"Those patients are too weak to absorb any nourishment; their internal organs are burning with internal heat!"

"As long as we turn this bone-burning powder into medicinal mist and blow it into the mining area, we won't need to lift a finger."

"Those lowly peasants will all be burned alive by their own inner fire!"

This is a method most commonly used by cultivators.

Using the lives of those at the bottom to fill the lives of those at the bottom.

The white-haired medicine woman, with a flying sword held to her neck, neither knelt nor trembled.

Her old eyes were cloudy, and her hands, covered in dirt, clutched the hem of her clothes.

The old woman raised her head, her gaze passing over the gleaming flying sword and landing directly on the wolfskin pouch hanging on Lu Chen's chest.

Through the gap in the leather pouch, she saw the dark gold jade cocoon.

The old woman who treated medicine had spent her whole life in the underworld, and she had cured more strange diseases than these cultivators had taken any pills.

She recognized Yu Jian's condition at a glance.

"Bone heat sleep." The old woman's withered lips moved up and down.

This is the most dangerous juncture in the ancient body cultivation process, where one refines their bone marrow and undergoes a complete transformation.

The old woman immediately concluded that the reckless miners in the seventh mining area urgently needed a strong cold medicine to suppress the rampant blood energy in their bodies.

Otherwise, fate will turn into a death warrant.

The old woman turned her head and spat a mouthful of thick, bloody phlegm onto the enforcement captain's robe.

"You want to burn us like blood and sweat?" the old woman cursed, her voice hoarse but surprisingly defiant.

"Save your breath, you piece of trash!"

"The bones of those mud-covered, unkempt people are more gritty than your broken, scrap metal flying swords!"

She completely ignored the sword at her neck and turned to yell at Lu Chen.

"Master Lu! Don't listen to these bastards!"

"Using only foxtail millet alone won't suppress the low temperature! Eating it alone will definitely kill you!"

"It must be supplemented with coarse salt and ash from burning bitter vines!"

"The most crucial ingredient is the Frost Well Essence Mud from the bottom of the well in the backyard of the City Lord's mansion!"

"Fighting poison with poison, using the cold, malevolent energy to suppress the medicinal effects, is the only way to thoroughly solidify the miners' internal constitution!"

The enforcement captain was consumed by rage.

How dare a mere old woman who specializes in medicine ruin the Immortal Alliance's plan to exterminate their offspring in public on the street?

His eyes flashed with murderous intent.

He suddenly activated the magic seal in his hand.

The flying sword instantly sliced ​​through the old woman's rough, old skin, and blood flowed down the blade.

He was only half an inch away from severing the throat.

Lu Chen stood a few feet away, his broad shoulders suddenly slumped.

The large black iron chains wrapped around his arms rattled loudly.

The heavy black iron boots slammed onto the bluestone slabs.

The 110,000-jin (approximately 50,000 kg) Primordial Bone Stele of the Heaven-Suppressing Wilderness emitted a muffled roar.

The dark gold patterns on the base of the stele suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light.

The tenfold abyss force field was utterly unreasonable, pushing horizontally outwards along the ground.

The heavy, powerful force crashed against the ground like waves, surging across the long street with overwhelming force.

boom!

The enforcement captain didn't even manage to utter a complete sentence.

He didn't even have time to recall his flying sword to protect himself.

The man and his sword were instantly crushed into a puddle of mud by the violent downward gravity.

A foul-smelling cloud of blood exploded in mid-air.

Minced meat and bone fragments splattered all over the old woman's head and face.

The old woman stood in the pool of blood, without even blinking.

It demonstrated the courage of a wandering doctor who remained unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed before him.

She casually wiped the blood off her face with the back of her withered hand and pointed in the direction of the city lord's mansion.

"Go get the refined mud!"

Lu Chen dragged the giant monument and strode over the pieces of flesh on the ground.

He walked straight to the back of the central square of the city lord's mansion.

There is an ancient well surrounded by white jade pillars.

The wellhead was covered with a cast iron lid engraved with talismans to ward off evil spirits.

Several iron bolts, each about the thickness of a thumb, were fastened to the edge of the well.

Lu Chen walked to the well, not even glancing at the broken runes of the immortals and the heavenly way.

His large right hand gripped the edge of the cast iron lid.

Bring your five fingers together.

His arm muscles suddenly bulged.

The extreme force directly clashed with the steel bolt.

Crack! Crack!

The ear-piercing sound of metal snapping rang out as he forcefully pulled the three iron bolts off with his wrist.

A loud crash.

The heavy manhole cover was overturned by Lu Chen with one arm and crashed far away onto the white marble steps of the square, sending rubble flying everywhere.

The manhole cover had just been lifted.

A pungent, extremely cold, and malevolent aura shot directly out of the well.

The well water churned wildly, emitting a mournful, ghostly howl.

A water ghost covered in green fur and with its facial features completely rotten suddenly sprang out from the bottom of the well.

This water ghost is a rogue cultivator.

Unable to repay the exorbitant loan from the Immortal Alliance, he was tortured to death at the bottom of a well and was forcibly transformed into a vengeful creature guarding the water veins by the Immortal Alliance's formation.

The chilling water ghost, filled with resentment, lunged at Lu Chen's face with its pale claws.

The Extreme Blood Furnace in Lu Chen's chest throbbed wildly.

The tendons in his right arm were taut, just about to unleash pure yang blood fire to burn this monstrous thing to ashes.

The dark gold jade cocoon hanging on his chest suddenly trembled almost imperceptibly.

A faint breath escaped from her deep sleep.

That spiritual energy does not belong to cultivators.

That is the pure creation that belongs to the origin of all things in the primordial era.

The oldest and most primal bloodline aura of the Great Wilderness emanated from the cracks in the jade cocoon.

The venomous green eyes of the Cold Marrow Water Ghost suddenly stopped.

Yin and evil spirits have the most primal instinct to sense the vitality of the ancient times.

It sensed that aura.

The resentment emanating from the water ghost vanished completely in an instant.

Its body suddenly shrank in mid-air, its knees bent, and it knelt directly on the edge of the well.

Submission.

Forced enslavement without the need for any talismans or incantations.

The festering hands held a lump of mud that emitted a ghostly blue glow with utmost respect.

Frosty well mud.

The water ghost lifted the mud high and offered it to the jade cocoon on Lu Chen's chest.

After offering this handful of core essence, the water ghost's festering body began to disintegrate inch by inch.

It transformed into a pure, chilling rain, which pattered down on the square of the city lord's mansion.

Give back to the earth.

Lu Chen stretched out his rough, large hand and caught the handful of Frost Well mud.

The extreme cold and malevolent energy instantly seeped into the bones.

Lu Chen's expression changed.

Previously, in order to save the lives of the eight miners, including the one-armed old man, he forcibly extracted a large amount of Extreme True Blood.

The body was already severely deficient.

Now, with the cold air pouring in, that withered left arm finally couldn't hold on any longer.

The dry, dark membrane suddenly ruptured, revealing several wounds that exposed dark red flesh, from which blood flowed incessantly.

Not only that.

The toxic fumes that he had swallowed to protect the soil dolls in the medicine warehouse were now starting to take effect.

The turbid bone stone stuck at the bottom of the lung was rubbing against the muscles of the lung lobe as the extreme qi and blood circulated violently.

An extremely intense stinging sensation swept through my entire body.

Lu Chen clenched his back teeth tightly.

He forced back the black blood that rose in his throat.

He grabbed the fine mud with one hand, carried the 110,000-jin (55,000 kg) Black Stele of Heaven-Suppressing, and turned to walk back to the street.

"We got the refined mud."

Lu Chen threw the lump of mud into the large wooden bucket next to him.

The white-haired medicine woman immediately called to the dozen or so young apprentices behind her.

"Quick! Crush the stolen coarse salt!"

"Burn the bitter vines to ashes, mix them with the fine mud, and pour it in!"

The old woman directed the local healers to quickly prepare the life-saving mortar.

Hundreds of laborers and unaffiliated repairmen were desperately piling supplies onto the load-bearing base.

The scene was chaotic, yet it exuded a vibrant, wild vitality.

The undercurrents in the Immortal City have not subsided.

Dozens of cultivators dressed in black, at the Qi Condensation stage, had silently infiltrated the earth vein gathering passage beneath the street.

The leading monk held a poisonous gourd that emitted thick yellow smoke in his hand.

They are chiseling a hole in the underground river beneath the stone slab.

The plan is to dig directly through the bluestone slab.

They poured deadly corrosive fumes back into the street.

Completely cut off Lu Chen's and this herb caravan's escape route.

The toxic fog has already begun to brew in the cracks of the underground stone slabs.