Chapter Sixteen: The Eight Desolations Palm

  Ever since successfully breaking through to the fifth layer of Tempering, Lin Dong's crazy training had slightly slowed down in speed. Although he had the assistance of the Stone Symbol Spirit Liquid, after all, everything had to be done in moderation. Exceeding that line would instead be harmful and useless.

  As a result, Lin Dong seemed much more relaxed in the following days. When he had time, he would practice his already perfected Tong Bei Fist. After the realization of that day, Lin Dong was now able to smoothly execute the tenth move of the Tong Bei Fist, but this was something only he knew, after all, it still had to be kept as a trump card.

  After resting for a few days, Lin Dong resumed his cultivation. However, this time he didn't go to the Stone Pool to soak in it, as it was no longer of much use to him.

  So, Lin Dong had already made up his mind and formally swallowed the Stone Symbol Spirit Liquid.

  For this plan, Lin Dong also hesitated for a day before making up his mind. The spiritual energy contained in the Stone Symbol Spirit Liquid was obviously extremely rich and dense. To that extent, according to Lin Dong's guess, even ordinary third-grade spirit medicine might not be comparable. That kind of powerful medicinal effect, if he wasn't careful, could easily lead to over-supplementation, which would instead harm his body.

  But if he didn't do so, relying solely on the diluted Stone Spirit Liquid would have a minimal effect. With only three months left before the Clan Competition, Lin Dong had to ensure that he advanced to the sixth layer of the Tempering Marrow before then. Only then would he have a chance to defeat Lin Hong. Otherwise, if that guy achieved good results, he would definitely ask Grandfather for permission to marry Qingtan, and if Lin Xiao refused, it would lead to another unpleasant situation, which was not what Lin Dong wanted to see.

  So, in order to put an end to this matter, the only way is to beat Lin Hong so badly that he won't dare speak up again!

  However, Lin Hong was a person who, although made Lin Dong extremely unhappy, did indeed have some ability. He had already entered the sixth layer of Body Tempering several months ago. Who knew that he wouldn't make another breakthrough before the family competition? Therefore, Lin Dong also had to be fully prepared.

  With these concerns, taking the Shí Fú Líng liquid for cultivation is clearly unavoidable.

  …

  "Cheers!"

  In the room, Lin Dong stared at a bowl of deep red in front of him, took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and directly picked it up, gulping down the entire contents with a gurgling sound.

  As the deep red energy entered his body, Lin Dong's face almost instantly turned fiery red. Puffs of white smoke seeped out from the top of his head and rose into the air.

  "Heh heh!"

  His teeth chattered incessantly, and the deep red liquid that had been injected into his body seemed to have turned into molten lava at this moment, pouring down inside his body, bringing unbearable scorching pain wherever it went.

  His arms wrapped tightly around his body, slowly collapsing to the ground, painfully curled up together, resisting and enduring the intense pain spreading throughout his body.

  In the room, a figure writhed on the ground in agony, with suppressed gasps for air that sounded somewhat hoarse. He was afraid to cry out too loudly, fearing it would startle Lin Xiao and the others over.

  That inhuman-like torture lasted for about ten minutes before it gradually dissipated.

  As the last wave of scorching pain dissipated from his body, Lin's trembling figure finally calmed down slowly. He took a few deep breaths and then lay weakly on the ground.

  As he lay on his back, a faintly warm and cool medicinal power suddenly seeped out from within his body. This medicinal power appeared quickly and merged into his bones, and vaguely, he felt that something had entered the depths of his bones, transmitting a subtle numbness.

  "Refining one's strength into the marrow?"

  Feeling the numbness from deep within his bones, Lin Dong's spirit shook violently. This was the so-called "tempering of the marrow", the sixth step in refining one's body. At this stage, he needed to merge his power with his bone marrow, allowing a nascent force seed to be born within it!

  "This is bitter, but it's worth eating!"

  Lin Dong wiped the sweat from his face, and suddenly chuckled. Normally, it would take at least two or three months to cultivate one's power into the marrow, but this stone symbol had shrunk that time by countless times. Although he had to endure great pain when swallowing it, compared to the gains, it seemed somewhat insignificant.

  "The medicinal effect will still linger in the body for a few more days, this can't be wasted, I must start increasing the intensity of my cultivation."

  Lin Dong slowly got up, he could feel that there was still some remaining power of the stone talismans in his body. This power was not insignificant and couldn't be wasted easily. After all, the stone talismans in his hands were not something that could be consumed infinitely. Being frugal was always good.

  He stretched his body, Lin Dong smiled contentedly, then pushed open the door and continued his daily bitter cultivation.

  …

  After experiencing the benefits of directly swallowing the Stone Symbol Spirit Liquid, Lin Dong would swallow a drop every four days or so in the following period.

  Four days a drop, this kind of consumption makes Lin Dong feel somewhat heartbroken. Although he isn't particularly clear about the value of the Stone Symbol Spirit Liquid, he thinks that at the very least it won't be lower than some third-grade spirit medicine. And yet every four days, one stalk of third-grade spirit medicine is consumed - this kind of extravagant consumption, in all of Qingyang Town, probably only a few people can afford it.

  Of course, the consumption is huge, but the effect is indeed quite remarkable. In just half a month, Lin Dong felt that deep in his bones, it was as if something was burning inside him. That feeling was like something was about to be born from his marrow.

  …

  While Lin Dong was advancing to the sixth layer of the Tempering Marrow, he once again entangled with Lin Xiao, and this time his goal was to learn other martial arts from Lin Xiao.

  Tong Bei Fist, after months of practice, had been thoroughly mastered by Lin Dong, but he was not satisfied with this. With the mysterious stone symbol's extraordinary abilities, these martial arts were a shortcut to becoming stronger for him. Even ordinary martial arts could become extraordinary under the guidance of the stone symbol's light.

  These martial arts can be practiced more, and for him, it's all harmless anyway.

  Of course, he thought so, but Lin Xiao didn't think so. In his opinion, martial arts were important, but the most important thing was one's own strength. He worried that Lin Dong would neglect his own cultivation because of practicing martial arts, and that would be a loss.

  However, his concerns were silenced when Lin Dong unleashed a set of punches that produced seven resonant sounds. He stared at Lin Dong with an odd gaze for quite some time before finally admitting that his son seemed to have surpassed him in terms of martial arts talent.

  After using his own performance to convince Lin Xiao, Lin Dong smoothly obtained a set of martial arts from him once again.

  Bahuang Palm, inferior to the second grade of martial arts.

  As for this set of palm techniques, Lin Dong was very satisfied because he had heard that Lin Hong's main martial arts study was also this set of palm techniques.

  Lin Dong really wanted to see, if during the clan comparison, Lin Hong discovered that the Eight Desolations Palm displayed by the former far exceeded his own, what kind of expression would he have?

  …

  The night was deep and people were quiet, Lin Dong also entered that dark spiritual space once again.

  This time, when Lin Dong appeared, in the dark space, there were two light shadows. When looking at the familiar palm technique displayed by the second shadow, a smile of eagerness also emerged on Lin Dong's face.

  He wanted to know how much change this set of inferior second-rate martial arts could bring about in the hands of Guangying.

  The early bird gets the worm, does anyone have any recommendations or collections for little martial arts movements?