C36 (2/2)
The youth family's body tempering technique was divided into five levels: Skin Forging, Blood Transformation, Bone Refining, Vein Expansion, and Viscera Building.
Under the guidance of the family's Patriarch, the youth had already completed his third layer of the Skin Forging, Blood Transformation, and Bone Refining techniques. The remaining two layers were called Pulse Expansion and Viscera Building techniques, which were the most dangerous.
Expanding his meridians, even the slightest carelessness would destroy his meridians and build up his internal organs. If he wasn't careful, he would die.
In these three years, the young man was not in any danger, and he finally persevered, completing the last two levels of his body tempering technique.
Three years later, Zhongli Wentian began imparting other techniques to the youth and arranged for the youth to enter the blood pool to cultivate. The youth would try his best to find any resources he needed.
The youth cultivated his clan's body tempering technique, expanding his meridians and building up his internal organs. It was extremely dangerous, and he had finally endured it.
During the next ten years, the youth would enter the blood pool to cultivate. Every day, he would suffer the daily torment of violent energy. It was an unspeakable suffering.
During these thirteen years, Zhongli Wentian had never gone into seclusion to cultivate. He had placed all his heart and soul into this youth's body. He had always remembered this youth's pain in his heart.
At this moment, seeing that the youth had completed his cultivation, he felt gratified.
When the youth saw that his master had arrived, he immediately stood up and bowed. Thinking about his own life, he was not satisfied with the fact that he had received the praise of his master due to his small achievements in cultivation.
”Compared to the pain in my heart, this bit of suffering is nothing.”
Thirteen years ago, there was an astonishing phenomenon in the sky. To the cultivators of the world, this was an opportunity.
To the young man, it was a disaster. His clan was exterminated, and he was perhaps one of the survivors.
Thirteen years ago, if not for Zhong Li Wentian risking his life to be chased down by cultivators and demons to save the young man, the young man most likely would have died a long time ago.
How could he not know of the suffering in the youth's heart?
”Changsheng, no matter how bitter your heart is, you have to endure. Now is not the time to take revenge!”
That's right, the young man was Shentu Village's fallen Shentu Clan, the eldest son of Shentu Zhong and Shentu Xiao Ci — Shentu Changsheng.
After Shentu Village disappeared and the Shentu Clan was exterminated, perhaps he was one of the survivors.
Zhongli Wentian was very sympathetic to the Shentu Clan's final bloodline and their only disciple. He was worried that his disciple would be blinded by hatred and be forced to speak out to stop them, regardless of the consequences.
”Master, don't worry. If I don't have enough strength, I won't act rashly.”
Shentu Changsheng, who had just turned twenty, had never left Shentu Village thirteen years ago. In these thirteen years, he had been busy with cultivation and never went out, walking the martial arts world.
However, his mental fortitude was abnormally firm. He was in no way inferior to some old monsters who had lived for hundreds of years.
If he wanted to take revenge on those cultivators and demon beasts that wanted to kill him at all times, he would only be courting death. Even if his master did not remind him, he would not act rashly.
”Mm, that's good!”
”Changsheng, you've cultivated for many years. You can barely make it out into the outside world.”
As long as his disciple did not act impulsively, Zhongli Wentian would be at ease in letting him leave the sect to roam the outside world for a bit, accumulating experience in various aspects.
”Master, you want me to go out and gain experience?”
How could Shentu Changsheng not recognize his master's intention to train himself in the cultivation world? He had been busy with his cultivation and had not had the time to consider going out to train. He was somewhat surprised by his master's sudden decision.
”That's right. You've encountered a bottleneck in your cultivation, right?”
For the past thirteen years, Zhongli Wentian had been paying close attention to his disciple's cultivation. He was extremely familiar with the problems his disciple had encountered and he already knew that his disciple had reached a bottleneck.
”Yes, Master!”
His realm broke through extremely fast, and as his cultivation continued to increase, the speed of his cultivation slowed down. In the past year, his cultivation had not broken through at all, and this was the bottleneck his master had mentioned.
”Staying in the blood pool for a long time won't help your cultivation, but will instead harm you!”
”Cultivation requires a moment of relaxation, a moment of meditation and cultivation. If you stress yourself too much, it will backfire. You should properly relax!”
”Besides, you have been hidden for so many years. It's time for you to show your face, or else, some people will have already forgotten the mistakes they made.”
Ever since he saved his disciple, Zhongli Wentian had always wanted him to cultivate and never let him be born. On one hand, it was to focus on cultivating and on the other hand, it was to protect him.
”Understood, Master!”
Cultivation relies on taking shortcuts, and there are many drawbacks. If he were to continue cultivating using external forces, he might be unable to keep up with his comprehension. If this were to continue, his cultivation would surely go berserk.
His master let him go out to train, and it just so happened that he could increase his experiences while accumulating insights at the same time. Shentu Changsheng was grateful for his master's painstaking efforts.