Tonight, Nan Jiantian did not go to bed on time. Instead, he waited for Ge You 'Er, Wei Kang, and the others to extinguish the lights and go to sleep before sneaking out of the courtyard. He went to a small river at the back of the mountain to train alone.
He had no one to guide him, so he could only work hard and continue to cultivate.
He did horse stance, prostrate himself, punched in the air, jumped into the river to swim when he was tired...
He tried his best to train his physique and endurance, stimulate his body's potential, strengthen his physique, and make his body stronger. This was the only way to reach the Physical Body Realm.
Cultivators had to start cultivating from the physical body. Cultivation realms could be divided into: The nine realms of the physical body were the Foundation Establishment Realm, the Qi Refinement Realm, the Qi Condensation Realm, the Core Formation Realm, the Golden Core Realm, and the Nascent Soul Realm.
The Nascent Soul stage was also known as the Shattered Core stage. It was the stage where one shattered their core to form their Nascent Soul and form their second Primaltwin.
Even if his body was destroyed, as long as his origin soul was still there, he could possess it and be reborn!
It could be said that Nascent Soul cultivators had unfathomable abilities.
The Physical Body Realm was divided into nine levels. With each level, one's physical strength and body toughness would increase accordingly. It would make one's skin, muscles, bones, and blood vessels tougher than ordinary people.
When one reached the 9th level of perfection, they would be impenetrable by weapons, water, and fire. Then, they would break through to the Foundation Establishment stage, Qi Condensation stage, Qi Condensation stage, etc.
If by chance, one successfully formed their core, they would be able to directly enter the mystic realm of divine abilities and form Dharmic powers.
Thus, the path of cultivation for cultivators would be on the right path.
However, the path of cultivation was long and arduous. The so-called cultivation was no doubt going against the heavens and fighting against the heavens.
The advancement was accompanied by the wrath of heaven. Immortal cultivators were either killed in the competition between sects or died during the tribulation. How many people could be favored by fate and have a smooth path of cultivation?
At dawn, Nan Jiantian hurried back to the academy in order to avoid being noticed by his master. He ignored the hard work of the night and dragged his tired body to work. He fed the horses, drank water, bathed, and cleaned the courtyard...
A busy day passed quickly.
He persisted for a day and trained for a night. In the blink of an eye, a month had passed. Nan Jiantian had already mastered the first stage of the Physical Body Realm, the Skin and Skin. He had also begun to touch the second stage of the Physical Body Realm.
He hit the old locust tree by the river with his fist until his fist was badly mutilated, revealing the ghastly white bones. He did not dare to relax at all and continued to practice in pain.
He trained hard for another two months and finally broke through to the second level, and reached the realm of perfection.
However, no matter how hard he practiced, he could not break through to the third level. His realm was stuck between the two levels.
Nan Jiantian's eyes were bloodshot as he punched the tree with all his might, causing the leaves and branches to fall.
When his fists became numb, he used his body to hit the tree trunk. The bark was broken and fell off. He even hit the hard rock.
After a round of self-torturing training, there was no sign of a breakthrough. Instead, he was tortured until his body was covered in bruises, as if his entire body was broken.
Nan Jiantian sat on the ground in a daze and panted heavily, feeling extremely disappointed.
The sky seemed to be turning white as dawn approached. Nan Jiantian sighed helplessly and could only return home.
Along the way, Nan Jiantian thought about how he had trained hard but failed to grasp the key points. If he had the guidance of a martial technique template, his achievements would definitely be more than this.
With his hard work, it was not impossible for him to surpass Wei Kang and Ge You 'er.
However, he was just a slave, so how could he have martial arts books? Even now, he was still secretly practicing martial arts. If his master found out, he would definitely have his hands and feet cut off and thrown into the pigsty for the rest of his life.
For a lowly slave like him, losing his ability to work was more terrifying than death.
Ge You 'er was ruthless and ruthless, and there was nothing she couldn't do. Under her tyrannical might, Nan Jiantian lived every day in fear.
At this moment, he suddenly heard the sound of an intense battle ahead. Nan Jiantian's thoughts were interrupted. He was shocked and quickly covered his body to investigate the situation.
He saw three men in black tightly surrounding a man in white. The four of them had been fighting for a long time and were all injured to varying degrees.
The white-robed man looked like he had suffered heavy injuries. The sword wounds all over his body were like baby's small mouths. Blood flowed non-stop, dyeing his white clothes red.
A man in black raised his sword and shouted,""Du Yuming, you betrayed my Ironbone Hall and stole our secret technique. If you don't die now, when will you?”
The white-robed man called Du Yuming was clearly unable to take it. His voice was weak as he said,"My fellow colleagues, why do you have to force me? If the three of you are willing to let me go, I am willing to participate in the Great Dao with you. When our cultivation has reached a certain level in the future, it is not impossible for us to establish a sect.”
"Du Yuming, since you've already rebelled, why drag us down with you? The ancestor is about to come out of seclusion, and no matter where you run to, it'll be difficult for you to escape. If we capture you, the ancestor will definitely give us a cultivation technique. Why should we take the risk?”The three of them understood the pros and cons.
"Shameless traitor, why should we talk to him? Junior Brothers, hurry up and kill this man together and clean up the gates of our Ironbone Sect.”
Then, the four of them started fighting again.
For a moment, the path was filled with the light of swords and the crisp sound of swords clashing.
Du Yuming was fighting one against three and was suppressed by the other party. He was obviously at a disadvantage and was forced to panic. A careless move had cut a wound more than half a foot in his ribs, and blood flowed out for a moment.
Du Yuming's figure retreated rapidly. He covered his wound with his hand and was on the verge of collapse. He only used his sword to support his body and not fall.
"You are forcing me. Don't blame me for not caring about our relationship.”Du Yuming's face was filled with ruthlessness. He suddenly threw the sword in his hand onto the ground and roared towards the sky.
Black fog swirled in front of him, and his face was pale. He had lost all color and revealed an unconcealable evil aura.
Inch-long fangs even grew out of its mouth, and its arms petrified inch by inch. Its flesh and blood faded away, turning into pale skeletal hands.
The surrounding air was shrouded in a dense killing intent. Nan Jiantian, who was hiding in the dark, felt a chill on his neck. He pressed his body against the ground and did not even dare to breathe.
"Not only did Du Yuming steal the cultivation technique, but he has also mastered the first level of the Great White Bone Art-White Bone Hand. Its ferocity was unpredictable! Hurry up and work together to kill him. If we let him complete the ritual, we'll all die!”
The three men in black cried out in alarm and charged forward with their swords.
"It's a pity that you understood too late.”
Du Yuming's eyes flashed with a wicked light. He immediately turned from defense to offense. His white bone hand turned into a blade and grabbed at the sword without dodging.
"You're courting death!" One of the men in black did not believe that the other party could block the sharp sword with his bare hands. His expression was ferocious as he slashed down with all his might.
"Ding!"
The clash of the sword and the palm actually produced the sound of metal colliding. The sword edge curled, but the white bone hand was unharmed. The sharp sword could not even leave a mark on it.
"Ah! This…"
The three of them cried out in surprise, and the person holding the sword was even more shocked.
He had long heard that the Great White Bone Art was abnormally evil, and it was indeed true after seeing it today.
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