Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Blood Rock Market.

A dilapidated long street stretched all the way to the deepest part of the miasma forest.

The streets were lined with makeshift shops made of huge monster ribs and rags.

The ground was covered with black, foul-smelling mud, and the entrails of unknown wild animals could even be seen in the mud pits.

Rogue monks dressed in various tattered Taoist robes moved back and forth in the mud pit.

On the left, a scarred man with a missing arm was grabbing a low-level cultivator by the neck, shouting and cursing loudly over half a low-grade spirit stone.

On the right, several cultivators dressed in black were forcibly stuffing the bloodstained magical artifacts they had just stolen into the pawnshop owner's storage bag.

The air was filled with the acrid smell of inferior medicine and the lingering stench of blood.

There is no hypocritical sanctimoniousness here.

Only the most primitive and savage law of the jungle prevails, where whoever has the biggest fist is the boss.

Lu Chen, carrying that huge black lump on his back and with his muscular upper body bare, strode down the middle of the main street.

The 30,000-jin town road stele weighed down on his broad back.

The centuries-old black iron chains wrapped around his body made a teeth-grinding grinding sound with each step.

With each step he took forward, his massive, iron-like feet left a large, cracked spiderweb pattern on the bluestone slab.

The dull thud of footsteps sounded like an ancient behemoth beating a war drum.

The ground trembled rhythmically.

Those rogue cultivators who were originally fighting for territory and risking their lives were all shaken to their core by this arrogant and unreasonable pure physical aura.

The crowd dispersed in a rush, like a tidal wave.

Even the most ruthless Foundation Establishment stage body cultivators quickly put away their magical artifacts and stood firmly against the wall of the Demon Bone Shop, not daring to block the path of this evil star.

Lu Chen ignored these lackeys.

He walked to the end of the street and stopped in front of a two-story building with a tattered wooden sign that read "Tianji Qiaoge" (Heavenly Secrets Pavilion).

With a strong push, he thrust his thick arm forward.

"Bang!"

The rotten solid wood door was smashed open with a loud bang.

The small building was dimly lit, and various broken array plates and talismans hung on the four walls.

Behind the counter sat an elderly man, thin as a rake, in the Foundation Establishment stage.

The old man, with a few sparse goatees hanging from his chin, was holding a carving knife and gesturing on a low-grade spirit wood base.

Upon hearing the commotion, the old man abruptly stopped carving with his knife.

Lu Chen strode to the counter.

He pulled the high-ranking butler's jade pouch from his waist with his right hand.

"Snapped!"

The jade pouch was slammed heavily onto the solid wood cabinet, sending up a cloud of old dust.

"You understand formations, right?"

Lu Chen spoke in a rough voice, "Unlock the immortal spirit-locking array patterns on this."

The old man with the goatee raised his head.

His cloudy eyes bulged out the instant he saw the jade pouch.

The unique dark patterns of the Azure Sky Sword Sect.

He had rarely seen a storage artifact of this level, even though he was a seasoned shopkeeper with decades of experience.

It definitely contains a treasure belonging to a high-ranking figure in the inner sect of the immortal sect.

An extremely greedy look immediately flashed in the old man's eyes.

He quickly put down his carving knife, coughed twice to conceal his inner elation, and swiftly adopted the appearance of a kind and benevolent elder.

The old man stood up from behind the counter, his gaze sweeping over the blind girl tied to Lu Chen's chest.

"Oh, brave warrior!"

The old man stroked his goatee and sighed repeatedly, his voice filled with heartache. "This little girl's eyes are covered with white membranes. She has suffered such a calamity at such a young age. It's so pitiful."

With a flick of his wrist, he pulled a red pill from his wide sleeve.

He passed it forward a little.

The elixir emitted an extremely rich and exotic fragrance.

"I am not very talented, but I am somewhat well-known in Blood Rock Market."

The old man feigned concern and spoke gently, "I happen to have a Qingling Pill here, which is most effective in relieving various eye ailments."

"It is fate that we have met. I will give this elixir to the little girl as a token of my goodwill."

A unique fragrance wafted into my nostrils.

Ah Nan nestled in the thick wolf-skin blanket, her little nose wrinkling tightly.

Although the little girl was blind, her nascent spiritual eye constitution instantly sensed the vicious malice hidden in the pill.

She instinctively shrank into Lu Chen's arms, her two small hands gripping the black iron chain on Lu Chen's chest tightly.

This is hardly a miracle cure.

Lu Chen is no longer the same person who couldn't even sense spiritual energy.

He now possesses the profound knowledge of the "Iron Shirt" technique.

The pure yang qi and blood in the body are incredibly sharp and domineering.

The moment the pill was taken out, its nauseating, sinister odor was immediately apparent.

It was densely packed with insidious and poisonous insects used to control minds. If a living person ate it, they would instantly become a mindless zombie at the mercy of others.

"The person who fed me this filthy stuff?"

Lu Chen suddenly let out a violent, cold laugh.

He wouldn't deign to reason with such scum.

The large hand, gleaming with a dark, iron-like luster, swung around in a wide arc, bringing with it a dull, piercing gust of wind, and slammed down.

"Snap!"

The red pill, along with the old man's withered right hand, was instantly smashed into a bloody, mangled mess.

Bone fragments flew everywhere, splattering directly onto the wall behind them.

"Ah—my hand!"

The old man with the goatee let out a bloodcurdling scream like a pig being slaughtered.

He clutched his severed wrist with his left hand, the pain contorting his face.

The mask of hypocrisy on his face was completely torn off, and his features became extremely ferocious and vicious.

He realized that this seemingly uninteresting person was actually a tough nut to crack.

But his heart, blinded by greed, couldn't bear to part with the priceless high-grade jade pouch on the counter.

Those who practice the art of casual cultivation die for money, just as birds die for food.

Lu Chen didn't give him a chance to breathe.

The large, thick fingers suddenly pressed down with force.

"Snap!"

A brute force of 100,000 jin was unleashed in an instant.

Five fingers pierced straight through the thick hardwood counter, as if they were stuck into mud.

Large, sharp wood chips flew everywhere.

Lu Chen leaned forward, and an extremely strong physical pressure directly covered the old man's head, even the air was compressed and made to pop.

"I don't have time to listen to your howling."

Lu Chen's knuckles turned white. "Open this jade pouch immediately."

"Otherwise, the next thing I'll crush is your head."

To intimidate this old dog.

The extreme furnace in Lu Chen's chest cavity, forged by heavenly lightning, turned slightly.

It operates in such a barely perceptible way.

An overwhelming surge of pure yang energy, which he could not control, suddenly erupted from his body.

This power is too violent and overwhelming.

Beneath the iron-gray skin, dark gold patterns flashed by.

The reddish-purple shockwave resembled a Category 12 hurricane, instantly engulfing the entire interior of the building.

The solid wood shelves on both sides were overturned by the shockwave, and countless array plates and jade slips fell to the ground and were smashed to pieces on the spot.

"Buzz—Bang!"

The concealed and isolating formations set up inside the Tianji Qiaoge Pavilion to deceive people were simply unable to withstand this level of blood and qi collision.

The array's light barrier flickered wildly twice before shattering like thin ice.

The pure, vast, and extremely violent vitality belonging to the ultimate physical body was no longer obscured.

The crimson aura burst through the roof, flowing through the dilapidated doors and windows, and rushing straight out onto the street.

On Fangshi Main Street.

Several Foundation Establishment stage cultivators who had been hiding in the shadows suddenly raised their heads.

They were like carrion vultures in the wasteland that had caught the smell of rotting flesh.

Several greedy gazes pierced through the dilapidated walls of the small building in an instant.

They locked onto the direction of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion.

Such a massive amount of flesh and blood vitality is simply unheard of!

If you were to capture them, drain their blood, and refine them into a human pill, it would definitely extend their lifespan by more than sixty years!

These rogue cultivators, who had been fighting at the bottom for many years, all drew their blood-stained magical weapons and silently surrounded the small building.

Inside the Tianji Qiaoge (Heavenly Secrets Pavilion).

The goatee-bearded old man realized that the isolation array had been shattered, and the greedy energy from the outside world had locked onto this place.

He knew that this matter couldn't be resolved peacefully today; if it dragged on any longer, the wolves outside would come in and steal his food.

Let's just go all the way and go all the way.

"You ungrateful peasant!"

An intense resentment flashed in the old man's eyes.

He suddenly reached under the counter with his intact left hand and grabbed a black killing array jade talisman that had been hidden in a compartment.

Use your fingers to squeeze and crush it.

The moment the jade talisman shattered.

Without warning, countless scarlet killing runes lit up on the wooden walls surrounding the small building.

The entire Tianji Pavilion was completely locked down by a deadly formation, so that not even a fly could escape.

The formation operated at high speed, producing an extremely sharp whistling sound.

Dozens of sharp, cyan wind blades, visible to the naked eye, materialized out of thin air.

The wind blades swirled back and forth, emitting a piercing cutting sound, and directly sliced ​​more than a dozen deep gashes into the solid wood pillar next to them.

The wind blades shifted direction, locking onto all the vital points and acupoints on Lu Chen and A'nan.

The old man with the goatee had blood all over his face.

He took several large steps back and hid inside the defensive light shield at the core of the formation.

He roared madly at Lu Chen, even biting his back teeth until they bled.

"You think you can leave alive after entering my killing formation?"

The old man stretched out his broken, bleeding right wrist and pointed at the tall, burly man in front of him.

"Today, this jade pouch from the Azure Sky Sword Sect is mine!"

"I'll skin you alive and refine your flesh into a powerful elixir!"