Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The woodland surrounding Duanxian Mountain was covered with decaying branches and fallen leaves.

It was completely dark.

Lu Chen dragged his heavy steps as he climbed up the steep mountain.

Until they reached the vines halfway up the mountain, a hidden cave appeared, partially obscured by rocks.

"Splash!"

Lu Chen's arm muscles suddenly tensed.

The large veins bulged out exaggeratedly beneath the iron-gray skin.

He forcefully dragged the black stele, weighing 30,000 jin, to the front of the cave.

His legs sank down suddenly, crushing the brittle, weathered rock beneath his feet.

The waist and abdomen are instantly locked.

He braced his arms against the enormous object and pushed it forward with all his might.

With an extremely dull sound of stones grinding together, he firmly blocked the entrance of the cave with a heavy object weighing 30,000 jin.

The stele was ridiculously large, almost completely sealing off the entire cave entrance.

Lu Chen deliberately chose the right angle, leaving only a gap less than half a foot wide at the very top, near the rock wall, for ventilation.

The cave was plunged into complete darkness in an instant.

The air on Broken Immortal Mountain was bitterly cold at night.

The damp, cold wind seeped out through the cracks in the ground, enough to make ordinary mortals stiffen their hands and feet and impair blood circulation.

But Lu Chen didn't bother to start a fire.

In this desolate wilderness, even the faintest light or a wisp of smoke becomes the most conspicuous target in the darkness.

He doesn't need fire.

The Qi and blood of the eleventh layer of "Iron Shirt" surged wildly within his body.

The Extreme Furnace is running at full speed.

Hot, bright red blood flowed through the thick blood vessels.

Lu Chen's bare upper body radiated an astonishing amount of heat.

He was like a human furnace, baking the damp and cold air in the cramped cave until it was warm and cozy.

At the innermost part of the cave, there is a flat, dry boulder.

Lu Chen walked over.

He took the pelt of the Ghost Wind Wolf that he had just hunted and skinned in the forest during the day.

The fur of a first-tier demon beast was extremely thick, and it still carried the lingering smell of blood.

He moved very gently, bending down to wrap the large wolf skin layer by layer around Anan's thin body.

The little blind girl instinctively curled up into a ball inside the wolf skin.

Her tattered little cotton-padded jacket was already soaked with mud and blood, and now she could only cling tightly to the edge of the wolf skin, trying to draw more warmth.

Lu Chen looked down to check on her condition.

Something seems wrong with A-Nan right now.

A thick, dark red scab had formed on the surface of the wound on her chest that had been pierced by the sword energy of the immortal sect during the day.

This scab was radiating an extremely high temperature.

The heat caused the surrounding air to distort slightly.

The drop of pure beast blood that had been filtered and purified by the Extreme Furnace during the day was undergoing an extremely domineering reshaping process within her small body.

This raging vitality didn't care how weak this mortal body was.

It savagely burrowed between the broken sternum.

It goes straight to the deepest marrow.

It forcibly dismantles and reassembles every inch of flesh and blood.

The transformation of the jade bones was accompanied by immense pain that ordinary people could not even imagine.

"Well……"

Anan kept her eyes tightly closed, and the gray cloth covering her blindfolds was completely soaked with cold sweat from her forehead.

She let out a suppressed cry of pain while unconscious.

Her small body trembled violently uncontrollably.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged beside her, not making a sound to disturb her.

He reached out his left hand and grabbed the century-old cold iron chain that he had forcibly pulled from the Xuan Ni City steward's Sumeru Ring.

"Splash!"

The heavy black iron chain was tightly wrapped around his right wrist and forearm, circle after circle.

The latch is stuck fast.

He maintained an absolutely defensive posture.

The back was straightened, and the breathing rate was suppressed to the lowest possible level.

Lu Chen listened intently to every little sound coming from outside the cave.

Just then.

"Whoosh—Buzz—"

A faint whooshing sound came from the distant night sky.

That was the sound of the immortal spirit boat's engine cutting through the air.

The search team has arrived.

The spirit boat was hovering and circling low over the outer perimeter of Broken Immortal Mountain.

Through the narrow gap above the Dao stele, Lu Chen saw a flash of icy blue array light passing above the dark tree canopy.

Those high and mighty cultivators were using magical artifacts to thoroughly search the area for any fluctuations.

A-Nan's trembling suddenly became even more intense.

The excruciating pain of bone marrow remodeling assaulted her nerves wave after wave.

This torment of having her bones crushed and then reassembled left her with nowhere to vent her frustration while she was in a semi-conscious state.

Her pale, slender little hand peeked out haphazardly from the gaps in the thick wolf skin.

I blindly grabbed at the air with my ten fingers.

Then.

She touched Lu Chen's arm and instinctively gripped the century-old cold iron chain wrapped around his wrist tightly.

The moment the little hands clenched together.

"Creak—"

A sudden and extremely abrupt noise rang out in the cave.

The sturdy iron chain used to lock up the great demon actually produced a teeth-grinding metallic scraping sound when squeezed by A-Nan's pale fingers.

Lu Chen's heart skipped a beat.

He knew all too well the rigidity of that roll of iron chain.

The cold iron that can withstand the drag of a 30,000-jin Dao stele is so tough that even a Qi Refining cultivator with a flying sword could hardly leave a mark on it.

But right now, Anan is squeezing it with brute force without any real awareness.

If you keep prying like that, the little girl's finger bones will definitely break on the spot.

Lu Chen immediately stretched out his rough left hand and grabbed A-Nan's wrist.

He wanted to use physical contact to extend his own extreme qi and blood to her, to help suppress the raging life force within her.

however.

The moment Lu Chen's hand grasped her wrist.

While in a semi-conscious state, A-Nan felt an external resistance.

Pure yakuza instincts were instantly aroused.

When you encounter obstacles, crush them all.

The small hands instinctively unleashed an even more terrifying grip.

The five knuckles clamped shut instantly.

"Click click click".

Accompanied by a fine cracking sound.

Ah Nan's five pale fingers, without a trace of calluses, actually managed to carve five deep finger marks into the indestructible surface of the century-old cold iron!

next second.

"Boom!"

A crisp, metallic cracking sound echoed through the cramped cave.

Lu Chen lowered his head.

My gaze was fixed on that little hand.

The section of the cold iron chain, as thick as an adult's thumb, was first pinched so hard that several visible cracks appeared.

Followed by.

It simply cannot withstand this unreasonable and monstrous pressure.

It broke directly into two pieces.

Clang.

The broken iron ring fragments lay on the stone floor of the cave.

The sound of something colliding echoed in the quiet cave.

Lu Chen immediately opened A-Nan's palm.

After breaking the century-old cold iron, not a single red mark was left on the surface of A-Nan's fair and delicate fingers.

Not even a scratch.

This is the most unreasonable aspect of the Yakuza system.

No need for spiritual energy protection.

No magical enhancement is required.

The sheer physical strength has been reshaped to an extremely terrifying level.

The transformation of the jade bones reveals its initial magnificence.

Lu Chen gently lifted her small hand, his movements extremely light.

He tucked the hand back into the dry, warm wolf skin.

After breaking the chain, Anan seemed to have released the extreme pain.

Her tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.

His breathing became steady again, and he fell asleep once more.

Lu Chen withdrew his hand and looked at her quietly.

His pupils contracted slightly, and the dark color in his eyes surged endlessly.

This was just a brief stress response triggered by intense pain.

The little blind girl is still asleep and doesn't know how to actively control this awakening, strange force.

But that's amazing enough.

A mortal girl, regarded as an ant by the immortal sects, just broke the immortal sects' magical artifacts with her bare hands.

Lu Chen turned his head.

He focused his attention again on the narrow gap above the stele.

Just then.

A series of strange noises came from the dark forest outside the cave.

"Click. Click."

This is the sound of a cultivator's boots breaking dry tree branches on the ground.

The footsteps were very light.

But to Lu Chen's extremely keen hearing, it was as clear as the beating of a drum.

"Senior brother, there are drag marks here."

A deliberately lowered male voice came from outside.

"Follow the trail," another voice replied coldly. "This rock is so heavy, that kid couldn't have gone far."

Followed by.

A faint ray of cyan flying sword light shone straight into the cave through the gap less than half a foot wide above the Dao stele.

The light shone on the black rock wall, sweeping back and forth.

The Immortal Sect's search team has already reached the cave entrance.