Achieving physical sainthood begins with the Iron Shirt technique!

The deadly yellow-black venomous oil burrowed wildly into the crevices of Lu Chen's waist and abdomen through the two-inch-deep fang-like blood hole.

This domineering poison, carrying extremely strong corrosive power, attempted to forcibly sever his thick meridians. A violent, ferocious glint immediately flashed in Lu Chen's eyes. Far from being alarmed, he instead grinned widely and burst into laughter.

This kind of life-or-death pressure exerted by the outside world is precisely the body-tempering medicine that the ultimate body cultivator craves most.

There was absolutely no need to seek out any celestial antidote. The thousand layers of supreme pure yang blood within his body boiled completely in that instant.

The raging yang blood charged directly at the venom. Beneath the skin and flesh, a sickeningly hot crackling sound emanated from the burning sebum. The extremely high temperature of the blood plasma was literally boiling the deadly poison on the spot.

Within moments, all the deadly toxic oils were evaporated by the high temperature, turning into wisps of pungent white smoke that were forced out of the body through the large pores of the black skin membrane and completely dissipated into the toxic miasma.

The two-headed lava python, realizing that its prized venom was having no effect, went completely berserk.

The thick python tail, covered in dark red lava stone armor, suddenly swept across the bottom of the poisonous fire spring, stirring up a large amount of churning mud that tightly wrapped around Lu Chen's thighs and waist.

The python's thick muscles contracted layer by layer, beginning a frenzied constriction. Tens of thousands of pounds of crushing force rained down, even causing the surrounding poisonous smoke to explode repeatedly.

Lu Chen's feet plunged deep into the pit below, without taking a single step back.

Using the immense pressure from the python's frenzied constriction, he forcefully pushed his Thousand-Layer Iron Shirt technique, which had just been halted by the venom, to its limit. His extreme qi and blood surged wildly through his meridians.

A series of dense, crisp, continuous cracking sounds emanated from his internal bones, and the absolute force of the head-on collision exploded in his waist and abdomen. Relying entirely on his 100,000-pound extreme physical body, he managed to force a three-inch gap open within the dark red snakeskin coiled around him.

The fighter jets have appeared. Lu Chen immediately released his hands that were pressing down on the large black monument at the bottom of the Poison Fire Spring.

His two thick, iron-pillar-sized arms bulged with muscles, and with a flick of his wrists, he thrust his two large hands straight into the cartilage joint of the giant python's left lower jaw.

"Cut it off right now!"

The immense force of 100,000 jin was unleashed without reservation. Accompanied by a chilling crack, the giant python's massive left lower jawbone was blasted out of its joint!

The half of the python's head, having lost its skeletal support, immediately drooped limply, plunging headfirst into the scalding red-black venomous spring, bubbling as it rose, completely incapacitated. Only the right head remained, still frantically struggling, attempting to snap its jaws shut again.

Lu Chen gave it no chance to breathe. His right arm suddenly retracted, followed by an extremely powerful punch that pierced through the giant python's lava carapace. The carapace shattered instantly. His large, thick hand reached deep into the snake's cavity and grabbed its heart, which was the size of a water vat and throbbing violently.

His five fingers suddenly clenched together. He crushed it!

His heart ruptured, and a large amount of scalding red blood gushed out from the hole in Lu Chen's chest cavity.

Lu Chen tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide to face the rain of crimson blood falling from the sky. More than ten kilograms of scalding hot second-tier Yang snake blood rushed down his throat and into his stomach.

The Extreme Blood Furnace inside the abdomen immediately emitted a deafening roar as it spun. The second-tier ferocious beast swallowed its purest blood, instantly replenishing the essence it had lost due to the poison resistance.

Lu Chen could even clearly feel that his ultimate level of Iron Shirt, with its thousand layers, was steadily solidifying towards the edge of breaking through to the 1001st layer under the impact of this savage blood.

Lu Chen leaped onto the shore. He tore off a piece of his clothing and roughly wiped his blood-stained hands clean. Turning around, he strode to the python's body, which was severed in two, and with a flick of his wrists, cut off the fattest and most tender part of the python's tail.

He held the large piece of meat in both hands, channeling his pure Yang blood from within his body. Extreme high temperature rapidly gathered in his palms, tightly enveloping and repeatedly squeezing and tempering the raw meat.

Strange noises rang out as the remaining yellow and black sulfurous toxins within the meat were squeezed out completely, flowing into the mud pit below. The tender meat was directly roasted by the high temperature of the palm into a crispy, charred piece of meat exuding a rich, oily aroma.

Lu Chen took out a short rope he carried with him, threaded the piece of meat through it, tied a knot, and made a crispy meat chain. He walked to the bluestone slab and hung it around A-Nan's slender neck.

"Eat it, all the toxins have been removed from this thing, now it's a very nutritious meat."

Just as Lu Chen finished speaking, a gust of wind swept by. A-Nan's face, which was glowing with a radiant sheen from consuming the powerful medicine, tilted slightly upwards.

The tattered white cloth strip that had been binding her blindfold for a long time broke off completely when Lu Chen's action of hanging the meat chain caused it to come off.

The cloth strip fell to the ground, and Anan's tightly closed eyes opened. There were no normal pupils in her eye sockets; her entire eyeballs were a pure, unblemished white. These were eyes born entirely from mutation.

Lu Chen raised an eyebrow. These eyes were extraordinary. If those scoundrels outside, posing as righteous cultivators, saw them, they would surely invite endless calamities.

He moved with lightning speed, pulling a high-grade item he had previously seized from the immortals from a leather pouch at his waist. It was a piece of top-quality cold jade. This item was originally used to set up an array to suppress the array's core.

Lu Chen parted his legs slightly, his two extremely rough, calloused hands gripping the hard, cold jade tightly in his palms. He unleashed his full power of 100,000 jin of extreme finger strength.

Without needing any grinding tools, he used only his bare hands to grind the top-grade cold jade into fine and warm jade powder.

Fine crumbs slipped through his fingers and landed in his other palm. Lu Chen took a deep breath, invigorated his qi and blood, and forced out a mouthful of extremely viscous pure yang blood from the tip of his tongue.

He spat the lump of pure yang blood lipids into his palm, mixed it thoroughly with the cold jade powder, and it turned into a dark red jade mud.

What happened next was extremely incongruous. A burly man who had just torn apart a second-tier giant demon and was full of murderous aura was now squatting next to the bluestone slab.

He tore off a soft, ghostly wolf skin from the demon beast. His large, rough fingers carefully kneaded the lump of blood-red jade, performing the delicate task of threading a needle—a task that required immense patience.

Lu Chen even slowed his breathing to the minimum, afraid that a little too much force would puncture the skin. He densely and evenly applied the mixture to the inside of the eye patch on the Ghost Wind Wolf skin.

Thus, a "Blood Jade Eye Protection Robe" was created, which could completely block the divine sense of immortals by using the death energy of the Blood Jade.

He gently raised his hand and placed the newly made eyeband over A-Nan's pure white, pupil-less eyes, then tied it in a tight knot behind her head.

A-Nan sat obediently without moving. She stretched out her two little hands and touched the cool leather strap over her eyes.

"Lu Chen, this jade feels so cold to the touch." The little girl's lips curled up as she muttered softly, "But the jade powder contains the warmth of your body. It's so comforting."

Upon hearing this, Lu Chen flicked A-Nan's forehead with his finger and was about to turn around to retrieve the black tablet from the Poison Fire Spring.

Suddenly, A-Nan loosened her grip on the blindfold. She covered her ears tightly with her two little hands. Her once rosy face instantly scrunched up in a frown.

"What's wrong?" Lu Chen's nerves immediately tensed up.

Anan stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the boiling, poisonous spring in front of her. Her tone was urgent.

"The big black rock has gotten heavier." The little girl covered her ears and involuntarily leaned against Lu Chen's thigh. "Lu Chen, there's a headless, fierce old man inside the rock. He's banging a big drum inside, and it's making my feet go numb."

Lu Chen's eyes sharpened. Ten thousand jin of qi and blood suddenly sank down, his gaze fixed on the Primordial Bone Stele at the bottom of the Poison Fire Spring.