Chapter 8 - Theres Never A Shortcut (1/2)
The puzzled crowd went over to the chamber, and what they saw instantly darkened their faces. A black ironstone target in the cultivation chamber had completely broken into two, with its upper part lying on the ground!
And on the ground was a terrifying mass of blood!
Everyone’s heart gave a hard jerk. “Is this guy still a human being?”
Yunxiao’s appearance in the Gravity Cultivating Hall at the next moment was no less shocking. But, the uproar soon calmed down, and all the students who saw him smiled bitterly. His cruel cultivation had provoked them, as if someone had given each one of them a shot in the arm, causing them to immediately double their original cultivating program!
Yunxiao finally realized that his current look had attracted too much unwanted attention, so he immediately took a set of clean clothes out of his storage ring and put it on, then walked quickly back to his dormitory.
The effect of the Tyrant Body Tempering Technique was indeed overwhelming, but the pain it brought was unbearable for any average individual. Yunxiao had almost every inch of his skin and muscle torn apart, and every pore seeped with blood. By the time he got to the end of the cultivation, he had almost fainted with pain, and was only holding on with his instincts!
Every expert who had become a Martial Sovereign through cultivation was not ordinary. They had all endured a hundred times more hardships than average people before they achieved a result that was a hundred times greater!
There was never a shortcut to the path of the strong!
Yunxiao took a shower as soon as he got back to his dormitory. His skin, which was scarred and terrifying to look at, turned out to be as smooth as jade, without a trace of a scar. And between his movements, he clearly felt a force he had long lost. Although it was still very weak, he was very satisfied with it.
“It is truly the number one body-tempering technique under the heavens, for it has given me a body that is stronger than the one cleansed with a ninth-grade spirit medicine. Now, with the physique of an apprentice warrior, I can start experimenting with some simple concoctions. As long as I can produce some low-level medicinal pills, my cultivation speed can be further accelerated!”
The strength of an alchemist depended on the strength of the soul, but many basic refinements required some physical strength before they could be carried out.
He was thinking of buying some herbs and refining tools when he suddenly felt a chill in the back of his head—someone was throwing a punch at him! He snorted coldly and reached a hand behind his back without so much as looking, grabbing toward the incoming attack.
“Pa!”
A burst of force slammed him in the palm as he closed his fingers tightly and did a backflip, his right hand turning 360 degrees along with his body!
“Ka! Ka! Ka!”
The air rang with a bone-cracking sound, accompanied by a loud scream, “Young Master Yun, it’s me! AHH! My arm!”
Only then did Yunxiao see who the person was, and was stunned. “Fatty Han?”
Han Bai winced in pain as he looked at his arm, which was so twisted that it appeared like a braid dough, and said sadly, “Young Master Yun, my arm is crippled!”
“Serves you right! Who asked you to sneak up on me?” Yunxiao said crossly. “Count yourself lucky that I’ve merely broken your bone into seven pieces. Go to the infirmary later and get some milkvetch root and flour. Mix them together and apply the mixture on your arm. You’ll be alright in a few days.”
“I saw you were a little odd last time, so I wanted to test you out.” It was then that Han Bai said incredulously, “Young Master Yun, your strength… Could it be that…”
Yunxiao shook his head and said, “I haven’t opened my chakras yet. What do you want from me?”
Han Bai’s eyes grew wide as he said disappointedly, “You’ve become so strong, and yet you haven’t opened your chakras? Where have you been hiding these days? Teacher Luo is looking for you everywhere.”
“What does this little girl want from me? Is she going to send me to the gravity chamber?” Yunxiao said indifferently.
Han Bai broke out in a cold sweat. “Little girl…Young Master Yun, you’re not losing your mind, are you? If you want to die, just say it. One more thing, you might be in big trouble! Lan Fei’s gone these days too, and I heard that he’s cultivating in seclusion to break into the Origin Realm! You’ve crippled Du Feng and Luo Jie, so he’ll be looking for you first when he gets out!”
Yunxiao glanced at Han Bai, who looked worried, and smiled. “Just calm down. It’s just the Origin Realm.”
“It’s just the Origin Realm?” Han Bai said with anger and frustration. “Do you know what the Origin Realm means? It means an individual has condensed Primordial Qi and become a real warrior! There’s a big difference between warriors and us, apprentice warriors! Chen Zhen, Princess Ruxue and I have been worrying about you for days, but look at you! ‘It’s just the Origin Realm’, huh?”
“Heh,” Yunxiao smiled faintly. So what if Lan Fei became a real warrior? He was not even fit to lick his shoes! Even though he had no cultivation base at the moment, he would not take a mere warrior to heart. Whether it was Yu Hezheng or Lan Fei, they were no different from three-year-old kids in his eyes.
“I’m going to buy something, but I’m short of money. Lend me some.” Although Yunxiao was the young master of the Li Family, he had long been excluded from the family, and his pocket money was not much. Therefore, compared with other young masters, he was very poor.