Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The bronze gate slammed shut.

The heavy metallic clanging completely shut out the noise from the black market outside.

Inside the treasure vault, the originally dim stone floor was instantly illuminated by a layer of murky gray light. The "First-Order Spirit-Suppressing Array" had been fully activated.

This gray light was extremely domineering, not isolating the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the outside world, but directly transforming into wisps of turbid mist that specifically targeted the cultivator's dantian. As long as a cultivator was touched by this gray mist, their true essence would be instantly polluted, and their meridians would be blocked inch by inch.

Immediately afterwards, hundreds of mid-grade spirit stones embedded in the surrounding high walls suddenly lit up.

The pure spiritual energy inside the spirit stone was being frantically extracted and burned intensely to power the second array.

The "Incomplete Blood Demon Dragon-Trapping Formation" then activated.

Dense crimson wind blades intertwined in mid-air, forming a net with a piercing shriek, completely sealing off the living creature in the center of the treasure vault.

The slightly overweight shopkeeper hid at the life gate on the edge of the formation.

He stood with his hands behind his back, his fat face bulging excitedly as he threw his head back and let out an extremely arrogant laugh.

"Once you've entered the back storage of my Wanbaoge, don't even think about leaving standing up!"

The shopkeeper stared at Lu Chen, who was surrounded by gray mist and red light, his tone full of smugness and confidence.

"This Suppressing Array is a treasure bestowed upon us by the Merchant Guild. Once it shines with its spirit-suppressing gray light, not only would a half-baked cultivator like you, suffering from the backlash of forbidden techniques, be forced to retreat and have his true essence dissipate!"

The shopkeeper spat on the ground.

"This is a deal you can't escape, so I advise you not to waste your energy. Just leave your things here obediently, and I might be able to ensure you have a proper burial."

The voice just fell.

The crimson wind blade in the center of the formation mercilessly slashed through.

Dozens of violent wind blades instantly slashed at Lu Chen.

The already tattered, oversized black cloak couldn't even hold up for half a breath before being torn into countless shreds that flew everywhere.

The cloth strip fell to the ground.

The body beneath the cloak was completely exposed to the array's light.

He had none of the air of a cultivator, only gnarled, iron-gray muscles.

Each piece of skin and flesh seemed to be cast from black iron, with an even deeper layer of dark metallic texture imprinted on it.

Countless crimson wind blades slashed relentlessly at the sunken membrane.

"Clang! Clang clang clang!"

The deafening clang of metal clashing echoed wildly throughout the treasure vault.

Blinding sparks exploded down Lu Chen's chest, shoulders, and arms.

The wind blade shattered.

On the terrifying membrane of the twelve layers of "Iron Shirt," only a few very faint white marks remained.

There was no bleeding, and no deep wounds that exposed bone.

They couldn't even cut off a single hair on Lu Chen's head.

The shopkeeper's smile froze instantly.

His eyes widened, and he gripped the wooden frame tightly with both hands, his eyes almost bulging out.

"impossible……"

"How could you possibly not have leaked any true energy?"

The shopkeeper's mind was buzzing; all the common sense he had accumulated in the cultivation world over the decades was utterly crushed into dust at this moment.

The gray mist of the oppressive formation swirled around Lu Chen, yet no entrance to invade could be found.

The man in front of me, who looks like a ferocious beast, doesn't have a dantian at all!

Without a Qi Sea and without spiritual roots, where does the true essence come from that can be polluted?

This deadly formation, which cost the Chamber of Commerce a fortune to set up, was nothing more than a mud pit to him; he was only able to withstand it by relying on his monstrous physical body!

Lu Chen didn't give him a single unnecessary word.

The ultimate qi and blood of the twelfth level erupted completely at this moment.

My heart pounded like a war drum within the treasure vault.

The sound of blood flowing was like a mighty river rushing forward.

Lu Chen suddenly raised his right arm upwards.

On the thick arm, the century-old black iron chain, covered with dark red scabs, was instantly taut.

An extremely loud sonic boom exploded in the air.

He slammed himself directly into the wall.

"boom!"

The fist, bound with iron chains, slammed straight into the main array base on the wall.

Lu Chen's five thick, frightening fingers gripped the glowing jade array plate like iron clamps.

With the joints exerting force, extremely turbulent pure yang qi and blood are squeezed out from the gaps between the finger bones.

"Click...click!"

A teeth-grinding scraping sound rang out.

The jade array plate, which was incredibly hard and said to be able to withstand the full force of a Foundation Establishment cultivator's attack, instantly became covered with cracks under his pure grip.

Lu Chen continued to pull his five fingers inward.

"Bang!"

The array plate was crushed into stone powder.

Fine jade fragments mixed with stone powder trickled down from between his fingers.

The brilliant red light of the immortals on the wall was extinguished in Lu Chen's rough hands, like a candle flickering in the wind.

As soon as the core of the formation shattered, the arrogant wind blades in mid-air above the treasure vault collapsed on the spot, turning into faint spiritual energy and disappearing without a trace.

The shopkeeper was terrified.

All scheming and greed become a joke in the face of absolute violence.

With trembling hands, he pulled a high-level golden protective talisman from his sleeve and slammed it hard against his chest.

The golden aura shield instantly expanded, enveloping his entire body.

The shopkeeper turned around and, using every ounce of his strength, sprinted desperately toward the bronze gate.

Once you escape through this door, there are still rogue cultivators from the black market and guards from Wanbaoge outside.

As long as I can get out!

He had just taken two steps.

A loud bang suddenly came from behind.

Lu Chen bent his knees slightly, and the bluestone floor tiles under his feet were crushed to pieces with one step.

The explosive power of the twelve-layered "Iron Shirt" technique is terrifying.

His tall and imposing figure was like a cannonball, instantly covering a distance of three zhang (approximately 10 meters).

The shopkeeper felt a chill run down his spine as a huge shadow loomed over his head.

Lu Chen appeared behind the shopkeeper and extended his right hand, which was covered in calluses and metallic textures.

The large hand pressed down on the golden protective shield without any hindrance.

"Break it for me."

Lu Chen suddenly exerted force with his five fingers, squeezing inward with a brute force of 100,000 jin.

The golden shield emitted an extremely tooth-grinding clicking sound, and its surface quickly dented.

They couldn't even hold on for half a breath.

"Snapped!"

The protective aura shield, which was said to be able to withstand a full-force attack from a Foundation Establishment cultivator, was crushed into countless flying specks of light by extreme brute force.

Lu Chen extended his hand forward as if by magic.

The tiger's mouth precisely gripped the shopkeeper's obese neck.

Both feet off the ground.

The shopkeeper was lifted into the air by Lu Chen with one hand.

His usually haughty face, which he held in high esteem in front of the independent cultivators in the black market, was now flushed purple.

The shopkeeper's legs were kicking wildly in mid-air.

He clung tightly to Lu Chen's arm with both hands, scratching desperately.

"Sizzle..."

His fingernails scratched the iron-gray skin and broke off all at the root, leaving his ten fingers covered in blood, but he couldn't even scratch Lu Chen's skin.

His neck was completely choked, and his trachea was almost crushed.

The shopkeeper's face was covered in tears and snot.

He wanted to beg for mercy, to promise all the gold and silver in the treasure trove, and to hand over the entire wealth of the Wanbao Pavilion.

He couldn't produce a complete syllable from his throat.

It could only squeeze out a ridiculous "ho ho" sound.

The cultivator's noble language skills were completely stripped away at this moment.

Only the most primal suffocation and despair.

Lu Chen stared at him, completely ignoring the other's pleading eyes.

He didn't want to listen to the fat man's nonsense at all.

His right hand joints shifted to the right very casually.

"Click."

A very crisp, clear sound.

The shopkeeper's cervical spine was snapped cleanly, his head was tilted at an odd angle, and his legs dangled completely.

Break the shield, trap the neck, and twist the cervical vertebrae.

The three movements were completed in less than the time it takes to take a single breath.

The howling wind blades that had filled the treasure vault abruptly ceased.

The entire underground space fell completely silent, with only the dull thud of the obese corpse hitting the ground.

Lu Chen casually kicked the corpse into the corner of the wall.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping directly over the treasure vault at the back of the Wanbao Pavilion, which it was so proud of.

The shelves were overflowing with goods, which were extremely dazzling.

On the shelf to the left, there were about a dozen mid-level magical artifacts that shimmered with light.

On the shelf to the right, there are dozens of jade slips engraved with the inheritance of various immortal sects' cultivation techniques.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at it.

He has no spiritual roots, and magical artifacts and jade slips are not as filling to him as a few pounds of cooked beef.

His gaze swept straight past the treasures that the cultivators were fighting tooth and nail for.

Ultimately, it was locked in the deepest corner of the treasure vault.

Several large cast iron vats were placed side by side there.

The surface of the iron cylinder is engraved with simple dust-repelling patterns for preservation, as well as frost patterns that emit cold air.

Lu Chen strode over and yanked open the lid of the cast iron cylinder.

A strong aroma of herbs and the pungent smell of blood mingled together and wafted towards us.

In the jar on the right, piles of century-old ginseng were casually stacked, their roots thick and juicy.

The large vats on the left were filled with the flesh and blood of low-level exotic beasts that had just been hunted back from Broken Immortal Mountain.

The meat was covered with a thin layer of frost.

Lu Chen's shriveled stomach wall twitched violently.

The pure yang energy and blood of the twelve layers of "Iron Shirt" are being rapidly depleted.

These raw materials that cultivators look down upon are exactly what he lacks most right now.

Lu Chen gripped the edge of the cast iron vat with both hands, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

The ultimate furnace is ready to serve.