Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

Deep within the dense, red miasma forest of the Great Wilderness, the sky was so gloomy that not a trace of bright vitality could be suppressed.

Lu Chen's single, thick right arm gripped the century-old black iron chain tightly, dragging the entire 90,000-pound [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Fiend Tablet] heavily behind him. The immense pressure was simply too great; with each step he took forward, his black iron boots carved a massive three-foot-deep crater into the weathered, barren rock bed beneath him.

Rocks flew everywhere, and mud burst open.

Rain began to fall from mid-air. The rainwater was mixed with black mud and had a strong corrosive acidity. Large drops of black rain pounded on the dark, shiny iron skin of Lu Chen, making a "sizzling" sound and emitting large plumes of pungent white smoke.

Lu Chen didn't even groan. He relied entirely on the strong tendons beneath his skin and the extreme tension of his skin membrane to withstand the corrosive effects of the acid rain. He took huge strides without stopping for a moment.

With his right hand firmly supporting the wolf skin lining hanging in front of his chest, Lu Chen felt the warm, weak, and even breathing of A-Nan inside. He loosened his clenched back teeth.

He raised his rough hand and vigorously rubbed it against his face, cleaning away the blood and filth splattered on it by the immortal he had killed. He rubbed his face with great force, but his fingers holding the wolf skin were extremely gentle, as if afraid that the slightest movement would wake the sleeping little girl inside.

Just as we passed through a patch of withered vines covered in barbs, a dark red miasma suddenly billowed up ahead.

Two first-tier peak Iron-Spiked Poison Boars, each over three zhang in size, huffed and puffed as they burst out of the mud.

The two beasts had bloodshot eyes and their mouths dripped with foul-smelling yellow saliva. In this desolate wilderness, they couldn't use their demonic power, but their thick hides and flesh, along with their tens of thousands of pounds of impact force, were enough to crush an ordinary Qi Refining stage cultivator into mincemeat on the spot.

Upon discovering Lu Chen, a living being, the two demonic boars, relying on their brute force, launched a desperate charge.

Lu Chen stopped, showing no intention of dodging.

He slammed his foot down, firmly gripping the large iron chain of the black monument dragging beside him, and using that momentum, he suddenly bent his right leg.

The moment the pig was less than half a foot in front of him, Lu Chen's right knee, carrying pure extreme qi, violently thrust upwards.

"Snap!"

A dull, deafening crack of bone breaking.

Lu Chen's thick knee shattered the boar's jawbone, which was harder than an iron plate. The domineering force traveled straight from the chin to the brain. The giant boar didn't even have time to scream before its head snapped backward at a bizarre angle.

Scalding hot animal blood, mixed with a strong sulfur smell, gushed out like a waterfall from the mangled pig's mouth.

Seeing its companion instantly killed, the other venomous boar went berserk, opening its massive maw full of tusks and lunging to bite at Lu Chen's side.

Lu Chen's left hand shot out like lightning, his five thick, long fingers precisely gripping the sharp, long fang. A burst of brute force, equivalent to 100,000 jin, erupted from his arm.

"Get the hell out of here!"

With a twist of his arm, he swung the massive, tens-of-thousands-pound monster boar halfway through the air. With a crisp "crack," the boar's thick cervical vertebrae snapped instantly. Lu Chen released his grip, slamming the enormous lump of dead flesh heavily into the nearby dry mud pit, sending up a cloud of black liquid.

Lu Chen didn't even glance at the high-level demonic beast hides that could be used for refining weapons. He clasped his hands together, like two thick iron hooks, and directly inserted them into the still-warm, wide cavity of the pig.

Tearing open the skin and flesh, Lu Chen forcefully pulled out two of the tightest, most vital, and heaviest strips of flesh from his back. The two large strips of flesh were still dripping blood, and he casually hung them on the black iron chains on his shoulders as his food for the night.

Carrying the meat, Lu Chen trudged another five miles through the poisonous forest.

After traversing a sloping hillside, he found an extremely wide and deep cave beneath a natural boulder. The entrance was piled with large, whitish, withered bones, which, judging by their age, were likely the abandoned lair of some ancient ferocious beast.

Lu Chen stopped at the cave entrance, his shoulders jerking violently.

"boom!"

The 90,000-jin [Suppressing Heaven Desolate Bone Primordial Evil Stele] was slammed down by him with a single shoulder strike, crashing directly into the center of the cave entrance.

The immense, overwhelming force of death instantly crushed several red-haired, bloodthirsty spiders that were trying to crawl into the cave through the cracks in the rocks into a puddle of green pulp. The massive black monument blocked most of the cave entrance, preventing even the fiercest winds of the wilderness from getting in.

Lu Chen sat down on a clean stone slab, began to untie the century-old black iron chains that had wrapped around his body three times, and peeled off the thick layer of Ghost Wind Wolf skin.

The little girl inside just woke up.

The little girl's cheeks were flushed from sleep, and her hands instinctively reached out to explore Lu Chen's broad chest. Instead of smooth skin, she felt a handful of rough, hardened scabs.

A-Nan wasn't afraid. With her small hands, which gleamed with a faint jade-like light, she carefully and gently pried off the hard blood clots from Lu Chen's chest, following the lines on his chest.

"Lu Chen, you don't smell like that long-haired wolfhound anymore today," the little girl sniffed and tilted her head up to say.

Lu Chen grinned, a deep, resonant sound emanating from his chest.

"Today we're not slaughtering a dog that bites people randomly, we're slaughtering two fat pigs, just enough to fill your tummy, you greedy girl."

Lu Chen took down the two pieces of poisoned pork from the backs that were hanging on the chains.

He didn't light a fire. With a thought, the thousands of layers of extreme Dao energy within his body began to circulate wildly through his meridians.

He opened his large palm, and the temperature of his palm instantly soared, turning red from the heat. Lu Chen grabbed the demon pork directly in his hand and roasted it on the spot with the extreme heat of the Dao.

The oil and liquid were forced out by the high temperature, dripping onto the rocks below with a sizzling sound. A strong aroma of meat filled the cave.

After roasting, Lu Chen used both hands to tear off a small piece of the meat that was roasted the most thoroughly and had no toxins left. He used his calloused, rough fingers to carefully crush the steaming piece of meat, blew on it to cool it down, and then carefully put it into A-Nan's mouth.

Ah Nan was starving. She opened her little mouth and swallowed big mouthfuls, her mouth full of oil.

Seeing that she was eating with relish, Lu Chen then grabbed the remaining hundred-plus pounds of cooked meat and tore into it with large bites.

He didn't spit out the bones and even the tough skin; he put them in his mouth and chewed them to dust, the crunching sound echoing in the cave. As he swallowed the large chunks of flesh, the Supreme Blood Furnace in his chest immediately began to work at full speed to digest them.

A massive amount of vitality spread from his stomach, rushing to his limbs and bones. On Lu Chen's back, where the old wound, which had been cleaved open by the sword intent of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, was deep enough to expose the bone, the newly formed dark gold flesh buds began to wriggle and grow rapidly, gradually filling and bonding the cracked bone.

I was halfway through eating.

A-Nan, who was sitting on the stone slab, suddenly stopped chewing.

She turned her small face, covered by a white cloth, and pointed precisely at the large black rock blocking the entrance to the cave.

"Lu Chen".

Ah Nan tilted her head slightly and spoke very softly.

"On the large black rock, there was a legless, bluish-green maggot crawling into a crack in the rock."