Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Lu Chen rummaged through a pile of bloodstained high-grade storage bags with his two large, rough hands. He pinched the sealing array at the bag opening with his thumb and forefinger, completely ignoring any immortal sect's incantation for breaking the seal, and used his brute force of 100,000 jin to crush them one by one and forcefully break them open.

The turbulent void instantly surged out, shredding the gaudy robes and low-level talismans inside. Lu Chen didn't even glance at the tattered pieces of cloth; his large hand precisely reached into the ruins, specifically targeting the highest-level hard currency of the cultivation world.

The treasures that the Grand Elder had hidden deep inside the jade pouch rolled onto the ground.

Ten crystal-clear, gleaming top-grade spirit crystals, along with over two hundred pure spirit stones without any impurities, crashed onto the rocky ground with a clatter. The entire pile was only about the size of two fists. But in Zhongtian Prefecture, this windfall was enough to buy a small city.

Lu Chen didn't care about the spiritual energy of cultivators at all, but he was very careful with this wealth.

He tore off a piece of tough second-tier demon beast hide, wrapped the spirit crystals and spirit stones into a tight knot, and then bound it tightly with thick hemp rope, tying it around his waist three times. This weight, hanging on his towering frame, was not at all cumbersome.

"I wouldn't even look at those filthy stones from those cultivation thieves, but this thing can be exchanged for a bowl of hot meat soup for my little girl!"

Lu Chen patted the animal hide at his waist. This was the absolute bargaining chip for exchanging top-grade spirit beast blood for A'nan at the black market in the future. Anyone who dared to touch it, he would simply snap their neck.

Among the remaining scrap lay several broken jade slips engraved with top-secret markings. These were the account books of the Azure Sky Sword Sect.

It was filled with detailed records of the Qingxiao Sect's misdeeds over the years. They were all about plundering hundreds of strongholds of the remnants of the lower classes, forcibly draining the lifeblood of ordinary people. In the eyes of the immortal sects, human lives were nothing more than consumables on reports.

Lu Chen's face was ashen.

With his large hand, he scooped up the files of these fake immortal sects and exerted fierce force with his finger bones.

With a few crisp "crack" sounds, the hard jade slip shattered on the spot, turning into a pile of bone-white ash.

After clearing away the clutter, Lu Chen grabbed the most treasured item he had kept hidden away—the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Sea-Sinking Mystic Crystal.

This material is deep black and glossy, with an absurdly high density and an extremely unruly nature. Even the most powerful beings in the immortal sects, who could burn it with earth fire for a full hundred years, could not melt even a fraction of this precious material.

However, those who cultivate the ultimate body never rely on external objects such as immortal fire or furnaces to forge weapons.

Lu Chen sat cross-legged on the stone slab. His two thighs, thicker than tree trunks, served as an anvil, firmly holding the broken, desolate black stele across his legs.

The pure yang energy and blood surged rapidly through the large pores. The crimson energy and blood burst forth from the body's surface, instantly transforming into a solid, bright red furnace that tightly enveloped the malevolent monument.

The noise from forging was too loud and could easily startle the child. Just before starting the forging, Lu Chen deliberately drew out the gentlest stream of pure yang blood energy.

This blood-red aura flowed along the ground, transforming into a thick, transparent cocoon of blood and qi around Anan, firmly encasing the sleeping girl and the Ghost Wind Wolf skin within. The thick cocoon completely sealed her off, utterly isolating her from all the explosions and the leaking destructive shockwaves outside.

The little girl was breathing steadily and sleeping soundly inside.

After protecting the child, the cave instantly became an infernal hell.

The entire next day and night.

Lu Chen, shirtless, roared like thunder. He didn't even need the iron hammer; his fists, bigger than earthenware pots, became mighty hammers, pounding furiously at the red-hot crystal!

Ten thousand times! Thirty thousand times! Fifty thousand times!

His fists, leaving terrifying afterimages, slammed heavily onto the surface of the mystic crystal. The intense heat and the recoil tore his flesh apart, splattering blood everywhere. All the joints of his hands shattered, the flesh peeled away, revealing the dark gold bones beneath, gleaming with a stark white luster.

Lu Chen's face contorted in agony, but he didn't stop for even a moment. He stubbornly used this most tragic and self-destructive method to shove the ancient, submerged material inch by inch into the crack at the bottom of the ominous monument!

The yang blood splattered onto the mystic crystal, making a sizzling sound.

The moment the mystic crystal was completely fused together.

A deafening, deathly roar erupted from within the massive black monument. Its overall weight and pressure surged beyond its limits, reaching a terrifying 90,000 jin!

"Boom!"

The underground cave could no longer withstand the immense weight. The stone slab beneath Lu Chen's buttocks suddenly cracked open, and he and the tombstone sank more than three feet deep.

The sheer weight of 90,000 jin (approximately 45,000 kg) was enough to break more than a dozen top-grade flying swords.

Lu Chen's feet were firmly planted in the mud pit, and the rows of bulging, steel-like muscles on his arms and back contracted wildly. The tendons creaked and popped.

He gritted his teeth and, relying on his extraordinary physical strength, managed to stand upright despite the immense weight of 90,000 jin!

"Give me a name!"

Lu Chen raised his head and burst into a deafening laugh. The wild sound wave, mixed with extreme qi and blood, surged upwards, instantly breaking the stalactites and falling rocks on the cave ceiling, shattering the rocks all over the ground with a crash.

The death rate has increased, so the tactics must be changed accordingly.

Lu Chen gripped the thick, century-old black iron chain firmly, and taking advantage of a break to rest, began to wildly swing the massive object in this cramped underground space.

The black monument tore through the air, emitting a piercing sonic boom.

A completely new set of tactics suddenly came to mind.

No longer relying solely on arm strength, but instead using flesh and dark gold tendons as the ultimate bow, and a 90,000-jin (45,000 kg) heavy stone tablet that sank into the sea as the ultimate arrow to defeat the enemy! The thick fascia covering the back is the bowstring.

Lu Chen fell into a frenzy of martial arts practice.

A fierce gale swept through the narrow cave. The pure yang heat and the malevolent aura of the black stele itself merged together along the black iron chains.

One force can overcome ten techniques.

He didn't need any elaborate techniques. The heavy, void-bursting roar of the black monument's swing didn't even touch the walls; the terrifying gale alone swept away a thick layer of the entire cave wall. Debris flew everywhere.

Having had his fill of fun, Lu Chen slammed the 90,000-jin (45,000 kg) evil stele heavily onto the ground.

He had completely drained and depleted the cave's resources. Staying in the same place for too long would make it easy for those old monsters from Zhongtian Prefecture to use their celestial secrets to track his movements.

They must be moved immediately.

Lu Chen raised his large black iron boots and stomped out the remaining embers on the ground. His large hands dug back and forth on the ground, using the deep soil to completely bury and smooth out A-Nan's fallen hair, bloody fragments, and all the traces of the battle.

After concealing everything, Lu Chen dispersed the thick callus of qi and blood.

Ah Nan smacked her lips, still dreaming. Lu Chen used a sturdy leather belt to firmly bind the girl to his broad chest.

A pair of iron hands scooped up the heavy iron chain, and the muscles in his upper arms suddenly bulged, allowing him to steadily carry the brand-new 90,000-jin (45,000 kg) fierce monument on his back.

He's in top form.

With a sudden burst of power from his two thick thighs, Lu Chen delivered a powerful flying kick, shattering the boulder blocking the cave entrance into pieces.

Sunlight pierced through the miasma and shone in. Lu Chen, carrying the heavy monument, strode once again into the depths of the desolate wilderness, where ferocity permeated the air.

at this time.

Hundreds of miles away, on the western frontier.

It was a vast, muddy swamp. Li Laosi and his group of blood followers, who had parted ways with Lu Chen earlier, were facing annihilation.

More than a hundred men, covered in festering sores, huddled back to back on a muddy mound that was about to sink.

The surrounding black water churned wildly. A group of ferocious abyssal demons, covered in fangs and barbs, treaded on the water's surface, relentlessly pushing them towards their final, annihilated end.