Volume 1 Chapter 3 Notes: Secret of Body Refining

  The young man's body was completely exposed, his daily hard training made his skin look a bit dark, his figure maintained a streamlined shape, and every muscle was evenly distributed on his sturdy body.

  Splash!

  Zhuo Yifan used a water scoop to splash cool water on his handsome short black hair, and the fatigue all over his body after morning exercise was washed away by the cool water.

  A cool bath on a sweltering summer day is indeed a most wonderful thing. This is the simplest form of happiness.

  He had just sent his monthly allowance to his mother and took two mixed pellets to test his own power of cultivating the body.

  It can only be described with one word: cool. My mood has also become as bright as the sunshine, and I haven't felt this happy in a long time.

  Forty taels of silver is enough to buy some top-grade medicine for Mother Zhao to cure her severely injured body.

  "The doctor said, 'Your father has been gone for so long without any news, your mother is worried sick and her heart is on fire. Now her body is too weak. Heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine, and we need to comfort your mother well...'"

  He soaked in the cool water, murmuring to himself about these trivial matters that had been weighing on his mind, and deeply sighed for his ill-fated mother.

  He then casually grabbed a towel hanging on the edge of the wooden bucket, wiped his hands dry, and carefully put on the crimson ancient ring. He cautiously pulled out a red notebook from his outer garment - 'Blood Prison Record'.

  Gu Xiang still had a note, which was left by his father. Gu Yi Fan treasured it especially. He always felt that these two things were not simple and might be the clue to finding his father.

  "Dad, grant me strength... For mom, for grandpa, I must quickly cultivate my body to perfection..." Zhuo Yifan kissed this Blood Prison Record again and reopened it.

  The contents of "Blood Prison Record" are all about the location and time records of the appearance of the "Blood Prison Gate". Zhuo Father only recorded half a book. People try to find some rules from this cunning door, but the result is obvious, everything is in vain.

  There are still some strong people who have come out of the Blood Prison, introducing the Blood Prison Gate, and even the appearance and habits of some spiritual beasts. Father Zhuo Lie has drawn vividly according to the description in this notebook. But as for the details inside, perhaps due to certain reasons, no one is willing to say more than a word, not mentioning it at all.

  This also gave the Gate of Blood Prison a mysterious veil, which is a shortcut for the strong and a gate to hell.

  For those who have walked out of the strong, they are fortunate to be able to return alive from the doomsday life in the Blood Prison Gate. But often become melancholy, because they feel that they can obviously become stronger...

  Squeak!

  Just as Zhuo Yifan's eyes were focused on writing his notes, a small commotion broke out around him...

  Whoa! A black shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes, startling him and making him stumble.

  "Ah! Last time I didn't catch you, watch me skin you alive this time!"

  Zhuo Yifan suddenly stood up from the wooden bucket with a loud "whoosh" sound, his body not caring about anything, and punched out with great force, emitting a loud sonic boom. The water in the bucket splashed everywhere along with the powerful aura, and that black shadow was beaten until it cried out in disarray.

  With a loud "thud", it heavily smashed into a wall, and the dark body slid down the wall, leaving a streak of blood behind. It rolled to the ground. It was actually a big fat rat!

  "My goodness! A mouse can even grow as big as a rabbit!"

  Zhuo Yifan had discovered a long time ago that the breakfast he brought back often disappeared, and this time he finally caught the culprit.

  He let out a sigh of relief. The fat old mouse also didn't care, stretching its limbs in the cool water and lazily arched its back. Suddenly, it discovered that something in its hand had disappeared!

  Where are my notes? My notes! His face turned pale all of a sudden.

  A thought flashed through his mind, and then both hands reached down into the wooden bucket below him, feeling for a hard object. The wet "Blood Prison Record" was pulled out of the water by Zhuo Yifan.

  "Today is also too unlucky! It's all because of that dead mouse!" Suddenly, Zhuo Yifan had an urge to continue pounding the dead mouse into a pulp.

  His mood had turned sour, and he no longer had the leisure to enjoy a warm bath. He stood in the wooden tub, bewildered, and placed the "Blood Prison Record" on a table behind him with his backhand. He took out a towel to dry his body. His gaze involuntarily passed through the water surface, only to discover that there was another white paper submerged at the bottom of the water.

  "It must have just fallen off. Damn it..." Zhuo Yifan reached out to grab it, but the white paper dissolved into a faint blue substance at the moment his fingers touched it, and Gu Jie also flashed a weak light at the same time.

  The two somehow resonated with each other.

  At this moment, the calm water surface suddenly rippled with a wave of movement, emitting an eerie energy.

  The water surface was shaken more and more violently, the waves surged in all directions, rushing out of the wooden bucket and splashing everywhere.

  "What's going on?"

  Zhuo Yifan fell into a daze, and all he saw was the blue substance melting away like ice cubes. As the blue substance dissolved, the temperature of the bucket of cool water began to drop rapidly. A strange wave-like motion caused his legs to twitch violently, and he suddenly shrank back.

  Staring at the mist of ice floating on the water's surface, Zhuo Yifan became somewhat distracted, his small face deep in thought. He felt that the soles of his feet were wrapped in a strange substance - a thin, pale blue membrane. This thing was like ice but not quite ice, refreshing and pleasant to the touch.

  "...". After observing for a long time, Zhuo Yifan finally made up his mind and decided to continue soaking in the "ice water".

  "Why did this white paper transform into this green liquid? And... it seems to be able to temper the body?" He opened his mouth in incredulity.

  Gradually, the entire body was wrapped and unable to move. The eyes looked at the layers of "ice" crawling like insects, spreading up along their own body, as if wrapping themselves in a layer of ice armor.

  A faint red airflow surged out of his body, Zhuo Yifan tried to use the Body Refining Qi to break through the ice layer, but was suppressed by this blue thin film, which seemed to be a kind of blue keratin layer, extremely tough and resilient, even the strength of an elephant couldn't break it open.

  At this time, a thread of coolness penetrated into the muscles, making the skin of the entire body become harder and harder.

  Zhuo Yifan felt the meridians and even cells in his body, all of which became agile and powerful under the power of this thin membrane, radiating infinite spirit and mighty strength!

  "Indeed, it can temper the body! Is this a gift left by Father?"

  Feeling the changes in his body, Zhuo Yifan's small face was filled with ecstatic joy, and his entire being surged with power once again. Faintly, he had actually achieved a breakthrough to Great Completion, taking a step towards perfection.

  "Awesome!"

  Zhuo Yifan was suddenly struck dizzy by happiness.

  "Ka-cha!" All the ice was directly shattered by Zhuo Yifan's perfectly round aura.

  "The power of two elephants..." Zhuo Yifan clenched his fist, closed his eyes and felt the toughness of his skin all over his body. It was almost comparable to elephant skin, with more than enough toughness. Especially when Zhuo Yifan saw the fragmented skin that had risen all over his body, he fell into a state of frenzied excitement.

  "This is the transformation that only a fully cultivated body can have, weak skin will retreat, and the whole body will become as tough as two layers of elephant skin! Haha! Heaven helps me too!" Zhuo Yifan hugged the wet notebook tightly and kissed it crazily. His little heart was excited for a while before calming down.

  He flipped through his notes again and was shocked once more - the ink in his notes hadn't smudged into a mess due to the water.

  "Could it be..."

  Right after that, Zhuo Yifan tried to find the page that had fallen off. He carefully flipped through each layer of pages, and finally, when he got to the middle page... his eyeballs almost popped out.

  Only the pages that were originally blank appeared, and after being soaked in water, a few black characters actually emerged.

  His face suddenly flushed with heat, and the beads of sweat on his body evaporated rapidly in the intense heat. He flipped backwards at his fastest speed.

  As expected, every page has words!

  Until the very end, Zhuo Yifan finally discovered some faint clues that had just fallen off that page.

  "What's going on?" Zhuo Yifan was puzzled: "Could it be that Father really didn't die? He knew about his own difficulties beforehand and wanted me to increase my strength to help him?"

  Zhuo Yifan's throat rolled once, and with lightning speed, he tidied up the messy room, afraid of leaving any clues behind. He laid out the Blood Prison Record flat on his desk by the window, waiting for the ink to dry...

  He couldn't even be bothered with breakfast, and sat eagerly at his desk, carefully examining the notebook.

  It wasn't until this moment that he discovered the material of this notebook was very special!

  This is not an ordinary paper. With a light blow, the notes produce rolling steam and all the water content gradually disappears.

  This incredible phenomenon left Zhuo Yifan stunned for a good while.

  He gently stroked it, and after the ink dried, the paper became extremely smooth, like silk, with great elasticity, unable to be cut or torn. It emitted a faint fluorescent glow in the dark.

  With a rustle, the front half of the notebook was flipped open, revealing the familiar contents that had been soaked and blurred. The page in the middle was carefully examined, with the faint words emerging after being soaked in water. As the ink dried, these characters also disappeared, leaving only a blank page again.

  "No wonder there was nothing before, this is too mysterious!"

  Zhuo Yifan poured the tea from the teapot on his desk into the inkstone at the corner of the table, dipped his brush in water and finally applied it to the paper, only then could he see clearly each and every character.

  "Assist the Meng family and annihilate the bandits."

  "Assist the Wu family in Xiantai City, eliminate the evil tyrant, and become a great clan in Xiantai City."

  "Ghostly Coffin Fairy..."

  ……

  The entire second half of the notebook was filled with records of Father's acts of kindness. Including dates and events, all written clearly.

  "This notebook is indeed another world!"

  Zhuo Yifan's eyes suddenly brightened up a lot.