Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Deep within the poisonous miasma of the Great Wilderness.

The rain is getting heavier.

Lu Chen, shirtless, carried the 30,000-pound broken black monument on his broad left shoulder, his feet pounding through layers of mud as he strode into the heart of this man-eating black forest.

Five zhang behind them, Li Laosi, clutching a broken iron spear, led more than a hundred poorly clothed miners, following silently and relentlessly.

The group of over a hundred people, apart from the "splatter" of their boots hitting the muddy water, didn't exchange a single word or whisper among themselves.

This is a tacit understanding forged through countless trials and tribulations.

Without anyone teaching them, these peasants understood in their bones that the most important rule when following this fierce man was to keep quiet and keep moving.

The rain in the sky gradually changed color, mixed with the foul miasma that lingered above the forest, and when it hit people, it emitted a pungent, fishy stench that seemed to seep into their pores.

This corrosive, poisonous rain leaves skin and flesh turning bright red upon contact.

Li Laosi didn't even frown, and made a gesture to a few of the slightly stronger miners beside him.

Seven or eight men immediately drew their short, chipped, and worn-out knives from their waists, and rushed across the crowd to the front of the line.

Knife up and down.

Thick vines covered in barbs and venom were ruthlessly cut down, clearing a wide, straight path for the benefactor who was walking at the front of the pathless poisonous forest.

These lowly laborers can't do anything else important, but they put all their hard work into repaying kindness into their work.

The team advanced for about ten miles and found a huge, naturally dried-up cave.

Lu Chen strode forward and walked directly to the flat, wide, dry stone slab at the very back of the cave.

His shoulders slumped down.

A loud "boom" resounded.

The 30,000-jin black stele landed steadily on the ground, causing a cloud of dust to fall from the cave ceiling.

Lu Chen reached into the wolf skin on his chest with his large hand, his movements as gentle as if he were holding a piece of fragile glass, and gently lifted A-Nan out unharmed, placing her on the dry stone slab to settle her down.

At the entrance to the cave, Li Laosi was extremely law-abiding.

He shoved the broken iron spear in his hand into the ground and raised his hand to block all the miners.

Hundreds of people were stationed tightly on the outermost edge of the cave, without even taking half a step further in.

Li Laosi turned around and greeted him in a rough voice.

"Send ten people out to find some dry firewood and branches around the cave entrance that haven't been contaminated by the poisonous miasma to start a fire!"

"The rest of you stay put. Anyone who dares to glance into where our benefactor is staying, I'll chop off their dog head first!"

This sense of awe for absolute force has long been ingrained in the very marrow of these people.

Deep inside the cave.

Lu Chen crossed his two thick, pillar-like thighs and sat firmly on the ground.

He reached into the tattered cloth lining his waist.

He pulled out three high-grade storage bags embroidered with cyan sword patterns and slammed them onto the stone surface in front of him.

This was the stockpile he had just forcibly taken from those three Foundation Establishment patrol deacons whose heads he had stomped on.

The elite lackeys of major sects are bound to carry a lot of good stuff.

Lu Chen's large hand was about to reach for one of the bags.

Suddenly, a complex array of cyan light appeared on the storage bag's display screen with a "hum," and an extremely repulsive immortal restriction law rebounded, attempting to block the mortal's touch.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at the array patterns, lacking the patience to even try to figure out how to break the array.

He spread his two thumbs apart, pressing his fingertips firmly against the edges of the storage bags.

The thousand-layered iron furnace inside his chest spun wildly!

The pure Yang energy flowed along the thick tendons of his arm, transforming into an unstoppable, brute force that surged wildly into his fingertips!

"Open it for me!"

A brute force of 100,000 jin clashed head-on with the laws of immortal cultivation.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three crisp, loud explosions rang out in the cave!

The restrictive array patterns that the immortals were so proud of were crushed into powder by these two thick thumbs!

These expensive high-end storage bags couldn't withstand the intense pressure of the qi and blood, and were instantly torn into a pile of tattered strips!

The contents inside, no longer sealed by the space, all rolled out and piled up on the ground.

A large number of low-grade and mid-grade spirit stones gleaming with spiritual light, several jade boxes engraved with sealing array plates, and more than a dozen precious jade slips recording cultivation techniques were scattered all over the ground.

If it were any rogue cultivators outside, they would have pounced on this pile of stuff long ago, their eyes red with envy.

Lu Chen, however, looked disgusted.

He raised his large black iron boot and kicked the pile of cultivation manual jade slips that cultivators treasured.

"They're all deadly garbage."

These precious jade slips were kicked so hard by him that they rolled directly into the wet, muddy pit next to him, becoming real wasteland and broken tiles.

Lu Chen stretched out his rough, large hands and roughly rummaged through the pile of junk.

He precisely selected three white jade boxes that exuded an extremely strong chill.

This box is made entirely of century-old jade from the far north, specially used to seal in high-quality old medicines that are extremely old and prone to losing their medicinal properties.

He gently pried it open with his two thick fingers.

The jade box lid fell to the ground with a thud.

An extremely rich and pure medicinal fragrance, carrying immense and astonishing vitality, instantly gushed out from the box.

The fragrance was so strong that it completely dispelled the pungent, fishy, ​​and miasma that were originally in the cave.

The rich aroma drifted out of the cave along with the airflow.

The miners on the outskirts, who had just gathered the firewood, smelled the aroma and their Adam's apples bobbed wildly as they swallowed hard.

They hadn't even seen what the medicine looked like, but just smelling it, a faint warmth began to emanate from the bones of those who were exhausted from fleeing for their lives.

Lu Chen placed the medicine box at his feet and turned to walk towards the side of the black monument.

A large chunk of bright red flesh, still attached to thick joints, was forcibly pulled out from the vine net that had just been dragged along.

This was a peak second-tier demon that I casually cleaved during the day when I was outside Broken Immortal Mountain.

Before the beast could even open its mouth and roar, Lu Chen grabbed its upper and lower jaws with both hands and tore it in half. He carried this most precious piece of back meat with him as dry rations all the way.

Lu Chen grabbed the large piece of monster meat that weighed over a hundred pounds.

As soon as he exerted force with his right hand, a tooth-grinding, tearing pain shot straight from the web of his hand to his forehead.

He glanced down at the back of his right hand.

Previously in Blood Rock Market, in order to withstand the "Suppressing Evil Seal" of that Core Formation Envoy, this hand endured the extreme backlash.

A deep, gaping gash on the back of his hand revealed the bone beneath, with the flesh torn open and the white bone fragments clearly visible.

The wound has not scabbed over.

The most deadly thing is that a very faint but insidious layer of cyan-colored aura is attached to the edge of the wound.

The residual laws of the Core Formation stage were relentlessly gnawing at his flesh and blood, constantly preventing the self-healing of his extreme qi and blood. If he didn't get rid of this thing, his hand would be useless.

Lu Chen clenched his teeth tightly.

With a sudden burst of strength, his five fingers crushed the several jade boxes to pieces!

Amidst the flying jade dust.

He threw the three hundred-year-old spiritual herbs that shimmered with strange light, along with the large piece of second-tier demon beast flesh and bone, into the broken black iron alchemy furnace he had previously seized.

This iron furnace was originally a treasured tool used by the patrol captain for alchemy, but now it has become a savage stew pot in the hands of a body cultivator.

Anan sniffed, accurately catching the scent of demonic beast meat mixed with medicinal fragrance.

The little girl touched her shrunken belly, her voice soft and sweet.

"Chen, I want to eat hot stones and hot chunks of meat."

Upon hearing this voice, Lu Chen's rough, fierce face instantly softened, revealing all his rage.

All that remained in his eyes was the purest gentleness.

He gently patted A-Nan's messy hair twice with his large, warm hands.

"Sit tight, I'm going to heat up a big one for you, it'll be ready soon."

Lu Chen squatted down in front of the Xuan Tie alchemy furnace with an air of authority.

Two thick, bronze-pillar-like hands slammed down hard on the rough iron sheet at the bottom of the alchemy furnace with a loud "bang".

Right in the center of the chest cavity!

The massive Extreme Blood Furnace, formed by thousands of layers of Iron Shirt, emitted a terrifying roar like rolling thunder!

The pure Yang energy flowed forth from his palms without any concealment, bursting forth from his body!

Body cultivators don't cultivate any immortal fire-attribute spiritual energy. This burly man directly used the most violent human yang blood and high temperature to forcefully bake the pill furnace through the thick black iron sheet!

The dark red blood energy instantly turned the bottom of the alchemy furnace red-hot, and the spiritual herbs and monster bones and flesh inside made a violent boiling sound.

Taking advantage of this extremely high temperature that violently pushes outwards the qi and blood.

The wisp of azure Core Formation Law energy that had been lingering deep within the bone-deep crack on the back of Lu Chen's right hand finally succumbed to the raging fire of Yang Blood.

The strange energy began to twist violently out of control, and was forcibly pulled out little by little along the edge of the rolled-up, rotten flesh.

Just as the strange energy was about to completely detach from his skin and flesh, the rotten flesh on the back of Lu Chen's hand suddenly exploded.