Only in the evening did today's cultivation end. Lin Xuan dragged his tired body and slowly got up from the ground.
His entire body was covered in purple and purple. When he wore his Daoist robe, his skin would ache when his clothes touched it.
His entire body was even more burly than usual. His shoulders were big and his waist was round, mainly because his muscles were swollen from the beating.
Mu Huanhuan's heart ached when she saw her junior brother grimacing.""Why don't we stop practicing this White Jade Technique? Is this still human suffering?”
"Third Senior Sister, I'm fine. It's just a small wound.”
Lin Xuan smiled and shook his head.
"Do you want me to lend you the green bull?”
Little Uncle-Master beamed with joy. He had a good time today. Usually, he would be teased by his nephew, but today, he had vented his anger.
"No need."
The young Daoist shook his head and put on his bamboo hat to prevent his other senior brothers and sisters from seeing him like this.
After all, she was a flower of Wudang. Although she was self-proclaimed, if anyone saw her bruised face, she would be killed.
He was afraid that Spray of Flowers 'reputation would be ruined.
He circulated his Pure Yang True Qi throughout his body, and the piercing pain was greatly reduced.
He walked up the mountain like flying.
Although Wang Zhonglou had never practiced the Twelve Floors White Jade Technique, he knew the trick to it.
He had already prepared the medicinal herbs for his cultivation.
When he returned, he poured the boiling medicinal juice into a wooden bucket. After Lin Xuan stepped in and sat cross-legged, he said,
Then, he sealed the opening of the bucket with a lid, leaving only his head outside.
He sat cross-legged and focused his mind. He circulated the 12-storey White Jade Technique's mantra and circulated his pure Yang True Qi throughout his body to quickly absorb the medicinal power to heal his injuries.
Little Uncle-Master stood guard at the side, adding boiling hot medicinal liquid into the wooden bucket every hour.
This was why the martial arts were rich in culture. Just this medicinal bath alone was worth a lot. Many things were priceless.
If he did not have a foundation and cultivated like Lin Xuan, he would probably be crippled before his physique was cultivated.
After a full four hours, he had absorbed most of the medicinal power, and most of the bruises on his body had dissipated.
Only then did he come out of the wooden barrel, take a bath and change his clothes. He sat cross-legged and began to cultivate the Pure Yang Technique.
The medicinal power that had yet to dissipate in his body slowly melted and nourished his meridians and bones.
the next morning
Lin Xuan woke up and the swelling on his body disappeared. He looked at the copper mirror and saw only a slight bruise that was not obvious.
He was too lazy to run down the mountain, so he simply called Youngest Uncle and Third Senior Sister to the small courtyard and locked the courtyard door.
"Dong dong dong"
"Dong dong dong"
The brass rod that was as thick as a baby's arm smashed onto his body, but Lin Xuan did not move.
It was the same on the third day. After he got used to the power of the brass rod, he changed it to a cooked iron rod.
He was beaten up during the day and soaked in medicinal baths at night to heal.
Coupled with the three-fold speed martial arts cultivation card, the progress of the Twelve Floors White Jade Technique was simply terrifying.
Half a month later, he had reached the third stage. One month later, he had directly advanced to the fifth stage. This was also because his physique was already strong.
In two months, he had directly pushed the White Jade Technique to the eighth level, entering the realm of small success.
Body refinement is beginning to show results
Just like what his master had said, when he cultivated the White Jade Technique, he would absorb a portion of True Qi to hone his meridians, bones, and skin.
Furthermore, the stronger one's physique was, the stronger one's ability to withstand true qi and the wider one's meridians were.
Before cultivating the White Jade Technique, Lin Xuan's body could at most bear more than 30 years of pure internal strength. He could not suppress any more.
It would either leak out from his acupoints or break through to the Vajra Realm.
And now, he felt that his body's limit should be 40 years.
However, after the Twelve Floors White Jade Technique reached the eighth level, Youngest Uncle and Third Senior Sister could not help much.
Their internal strength cultivation was no longer enough to shake Lin Xuan's body.
no way
Lin Xuan could only carry the cooked iron rod to find his master.
In the True Martial Hall.
When Wang Zhonglou heard that his disciple had practiced the White Jade Technique to the eighth level, he was silent for a moment and helplessly took the cooked iron rod.
Comparisons were infuriating, and comparing goods was a waste. He thought of the way he looked when he was cultivating.
Even the simplest martial arts required a few months to be mastered.
"It's not easy to be the master of a peerless prodigy.”
This Wudang sect master sighed silently in his heart. Then, he came to Lin Xuan's small courtyard and swung the cooked iron rod.
"Boom!"
It had to be said that Master was Master. The strength of his attacks was not something that Third Senior Sister Mu Huanhuan and Youngest Uncle could compare to.
The strength was just right. It could make Lin Xuan wish he was dead, but it would not exceed his limit.
After a day, Lin Xuan was beaten black and blue again. Then, he soaked in the medicinal bath for a night and was beaten up the next day.
Under such cruel cultivation, it only took less than two months for the Twelve Floors White Jade Technique to break through again.
From the eighth stage to the ninth stage, he had trained his body to have copper skin and iron bones. Whether it was his Qi, blood, or strength, it had increased several times compared to before he cultivated the White Jade Technique.
"Good disciple."
in the courtyard
Wang Zhonglou stroked his beard and looked at the young Taoist priest who was sitting cross-legged and breathing out true energy. His eyes were filled with satisfaction.
"After reaching the ninth level of the White Jade Technique, you can't rely on external forces to cultivate. You can only rely on yourself to cultivate diligently.”
he said slowly.
" What?" The corners of his mouth curled up." If you continue to consolidate your foundation like this, you'll be invincible among your peers once you enter the Vajra Realm."”
"Thank you for your advice, Master."
Lin Xuan opened his eyes, and two bright lights disappeared.
"This is what I should do as a master. Continue cultivating.”
After saying this, Wang Zhonglou left.
"Boom!"
Clenching his fists tightly, the Daoist activated his fist force and punched out. The blood and Qi in his body roared, and a strong wind raged, sending sand and stones flying.
He carried his long sword on his back and walked down the mountain. Although the bitter cultivation he had been through these days was far from being as fast as the advancement of his strength into the Vajra Realm, he was still able to reach the Vajra Realm.
However, all his efforts were worth it. It was just as Wang Zhonglou had said.
Once Lin Xuan entered the Vajra Realm, he was an invincible existence in the same realm.
Therefore, in late autumn, the world was yellow and everything withered. The sunlight was dense and slightly hazy.
Above the river in the distance, steam rose and mist swirled, moving with the wind.
In the distant forest, a green bull could be seen ramming its horn against a tree, trying to knock off the golden fruit on the tree.
in the pavilion
A Taoist priest in a white robe was lying on his side, reading a book in his hand with a sizzling taste.
"Uncle-Master, you're peeking at the picture-book again."
Lin Xuan walked over silently and shocked Little Uncle-Master.
"You scared me to death."
"I thought it was Senior Brother who sent someone to take me away."”
"You're clearly guilty.”
Lin Xuan curled his lips and casually picked up a persimmon to wipe it on his sleeve before putting it into his mouth.
"Bullsh * t, your Youngest Uncle is not afraid of a crooked shadow.”
"Haha."
Regarding this, Lin Xuan could only mock him.
The autumn wind was getting colder, and the fallen leaves were fluttering. He pulled out his sword and landed under the bamboo forest to practice the sword drawing technique.
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