Lin Ming let out a breath, he had already reached the peak of Body Tempering First Stage, and was only one step away from Body Tempering Second Stage. Even if he didnt take the Yu Jin Lu Tai Wan, he would still be able to smoothly advance into Body Tempering Second Stage, its just that it would take a few more days.

  The first stage of body training focuses on building strength, with the true yuan mainly concentrated in the muscles. The second stage of body training refines the flesh, and the true yuan spreads throughout the body, not only greatly increasing power, but also enhancing the defense of the skin and flesh by a level. Although it cant be said that swords and guns are ineffective, if it was easy to be pierced by someones sword before, then now, with the same sword, only the muscles would be injured, and combat effectiveness has increased by more than just a little bit.

  However, Zhu Yan had already reached the peak of Triple Heaven Refining half a year ago. He himself was only at the beginning of Double Heaven Refining, and even with the amplification of the "Chaotic True Origin Scripture", he still had a significant gap compared to Zhu Yan. Moreover, it was impossible for Zhu Yan to remain stagnant over the past six months, as he possessed a Fourth-Grade Heavenly Gift and his cultivation speed was extremely fast.

  Although he hadnt slept all night, Lin Ming had just made a breakthrough and was feeling refreshed and spirited, not feeling the slightest bit tired. He immediately pushed open the door and strode out, unfolding his movement technique as he sped towards the empty space between the trees on Mount Da Zhou.

  From the Grand Ming Pavilion to the Grand Zhou Mountain, there were more than ten miles of empty space in the forest. In the past, Lin Ming had sprinted over and it would take two incense sticks worth of time. Now, after breaking through to the Second Heavy Layer, his time was shortened by nearly half. This change already made Lin Ming extremely delighted.

  Found the iron tree for practicing boxing, Lin Ming casually threw his backpack on the ground. These backpacks contained medicinal materials and bandages. The medicinal materials were all precious and rare healing medicines that were not cheap. Even the bandages had been soaked in the juice of Wugucao, which could increase the healing effect. With such luxurious medicinal herbs, there was no need to worry about leaving behind internal injuries. Lin Ming could train to his hearts content.

  Lin Ming took a Yuan Gathering Pill to increase his True Essence accumulation speed and began cultivating the Chaotic True Essence Art and the Chaotic Heavenly Fist Scripture.

  In the Tianyuan continents body-refining technique, having a strength of over 1,000 jin is considered small achievement in cultivating strength. Afterwards, martial artists go through a series of tendon-changing, bone-forging and pulse-condensing techniques, finally ending their body-refining period. A martial artists strength can reach up to 8,000 jin, with a few rare individuals born with divine power able to reach 10,000 jin.

  This is the limit of power, even if its a postnatal master, the power wont increase anymore, only the true yuan will be more condensed.

  Later on, the pre-heavenly realm and above will no longer be cultivated, but instead, one will cultivate the true yuan and refine the spirit, which is considered the orthodox way of martial arts.

  In the records of "Hunyuan Gongfa Jing", a force of over 1,000 catties is just the beginning, and a force of over 10,000 catties is considered to be at the entry level. A force of over 100,000 catties is considered to be a small achievement in physical training, while a great achievement in physical training is beyond estimation. After opening the Eight Gates and Nine Palaces, the human body can borrow the power of heaven and earth, with feet splitting the firmament and fists breaking through the sky. That kind of power cannot be described by 100,000 catties or even 1 million catties.

  At that time, Lin Ming saw this place and couldnt believe it in his heart. If the difference was one or two times, or even ten or more times, he would think its normal, after all, the Divine Realm had been passed down for millions of years.

  But the difference was in the tens of thousands, and he felt a bit out of place. However, recalling the memories of that great master, even the disciples who swept the gate and the medicine boys who watched the fire in the Dan room had several tens of thousands of jin of strength, let alone the true disciples, whose strength were all above 100,000 jin.

  Such a detailed memory scene made Lin Ming have to believe that even Qin Xiao, the Grand Marshal of Tianyun Country, would probably not be able to defeat a sweeper at the gate of that sect.

  Of course, that kind of power in the tens of thousands of jin stage is still far away for Lin Ming. Because from Condensing Pulse to Tempering Marrow, there is a hurdle that requires very harsh conditions to overcome. And from Tempering Marrow to opening the Eight Gates of the Heavenly Palace and the Nine Stars of the Dao Palace, its even more difficult. Not to mention Lin Ming, even among the top sect disciples in the memories of the great elder, many people are stuck at this stage. Its even harder than for a martial artist from Tianyun Country to transcend from acquired to innate!

  Lin Ming took a deep breath, thinking that it was still too early to consider these things. What he needed to do now was to practice the introductory techniques of the Chaotic Void Fist, at least to the point where his strength was like silk.

  The power is like silk, and with one punch, the surface of the wooden stake remains intact, but the internal wood is crushed into cotton!

  Unfortunately, however, the memory of that senior Dainan is somewhat vague here, so Lin Ming has not been able to enter the door until now and can only grope.

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  In the southeast of Tianyun City, on top of the Tianyun City Guard Armys headquarters, a young man in brocade clothes with an exquisite long sword at his waist stood in the corridor, looking around as if waiting for something.

  After about an incense sticks worth of time, a young man in armor appeared at the end of the long corridor. He looked to be only in his early twenties, and although he wasnt particularly robust, this person had steady footsteps and slow breathing, clearly a master.

  The young man in the brocade clothes immediately went up to him with a delighted expression, "Brother, youve finally finished talking to Father. How was it? Was Father very satisfied with your military achievements on the border over the past few years?"

  The young man in brocade clothes had a smile all over his face, he was the one who lost to Lin Ming last time and had his name read backwards by Lin Xiaodong, Wang Yigao.

  It turns out that Wang Yigao was also miserable. Although he had tried his best to suppress the matter and prevent it from spreading, somehow his father still found out about it, which made Wang Junzheng extremely angry.

  He was angry not because Wang Yigao had fought with others, but because he had lost the fight. Whats more, he had lost to a physically weak person, and even his name was reversed, which was a great shame.

  Wang Junzhu directly ordered Wang Yigao to be confined for two months and has just come out.

  Two months of confinement was almost taking Wang Yigaos life, he couldnt drink or eat meat, couldnt go to the brothel, couldnt bring his younger brothers to swagger around, could only face a few martial arts books every day, and had to complete his daily homework.

  All these hatreds, Wang Yigao attributed them all to Lin Mings head, and he couldnt swallow this breath.

  However, it was not easy for Wang Yigao to deal with Lin Ming. He had no real power in the Military Governors Mansion and could not deploy troops. As for his acquaintances, none of them were a match for Lin Ming. Moreover, his father had also cut off his financial resources, so he couldnt even hire someone, and there was nothing he could do to Lin Ming.

  Until today, Wang Yiming returned home, he felt that the opportunity had come, so he waited for his brother for so long to come and vent his grievances.

  Wang Yi Ming glanced at Wang Yi Gao, both of whom were sons of Wang Jun Zhus first wife, and naturally understood his younger brother. He let out a cold hum and said, "Youre waiting for me about that gambling fight, right?" Earlier, Wang Jun Zhu had already mentioned this matter in his lecture, so Wang Yi Ming was very clear about it.

  Wang Yigaos face turned red with anger, "Brother is indeed sharp-eyed and formidable... You dont know, that little brat is extremely arrogant, first he beat up my servant, then he cheated in the gambling fight, not only that, this guy insulted our Military Governors Mansion, saying we..."

  Wang Yi Ming knew at once that his brother was making things up, and he said impatiently: "Dont come up with that nonsense. What virtues do you have that I dont know about? Do you think Ill avenge you?"

  "Yes, brother is a hero of the ages, dealing with that guy is just a matter of lifting a finger..."

  Wang Yi Ming snorted, "Im a thousand-man commander of the border army, and youre telling me to take action against a little kid whos only at the first level of Body Cultivation? Are you trying to make a fool out of me?"

  Wang Yigao hurriedly smiled and said: "Killing a chicken doesnt require a cow knife, brother, you have the Four Great Guardians, right? Let them go, they can capture him easily."

  "Father is the commander of the Tianyun City Guard, and the imperial throne is changing hands. Now is a very sensitive time. You want me to mobilize the border troops to arrest people in the capital? What absurdity! I think two months of confinement for you was too lenient!" Wang Yi Ming said as he turned away from Wang Yi Gao and strode off.

  Leaving Wang Yigao alone, with a face full of resentment, standing in place, he didnt expect to be scolded by his brother. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, "Damn it, in Tianyun City, Ive never suffered such great humiliation. Lin Ming, if I dont cripple you, my surname is not Wang!"

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  The sun rises and sets, clouds gather and disperse, fifty days of time quietly pass by...

  On Mount Tai Zhou, a young man wore a boxing robe and practiced his punches. The mountain wind howled, but the boys punching winds surpassed the mountain wind, ringing in his ears.

  "Boom!" The young man punched the wooden stake in front of him, and all that could be heard was a "crack" sound. The specially made tough tree stake, which had been soaked in medicinal water, was punched into two pieces by the young mans fist, with wood chips flying everywhere.

  The young man withdrew his fist, and before the wood chips fell to the ground, another whip leg split down, and another crisp sound, the half-section of the wooden stake that was stuck in the ground was crushed by the young mans one leg!

  "Although I still havent grasped the threshold of refining my strength like silk, my Chaos True Origin Technique has already reached the first minor completion, and my physical cultivation at the second level is also very solid. My power has also exceeded 2,600 catties." The young man was Lin Ming, who had been practicing bitterly in the mountains for fifty days. He used only the best medicinal materials, and had consumed twenty Gathering Origin Pills. Due to this massive economic expenditure, Lin Ming was forced to sell another Strength Symbol Paper.

  However, despite consuming so much, Lin Ming was still unable to break through the third layer of the Foundation Building stage. The cultivation of the Chaotic Heavenly Emperor Sutra emphasized a solid foundation rather than seeking speed.

  "Its been fifty days, tomorrow is the day of assessment at the Seventh Xuanwu Prefecture. I wont have any problem passing." Lin Ming picked up his clothes from a large rock and scooped up clear water from the river to wash his body.

  Under the suns rays, Lin Mings muscles were well-proportioned and sturdy, and after soaking in the spring water, they gave off a faint luster, just like a lithe leopard, full of powerful beauty. Just looking at his back, it was hard to believe that this was only the physique of a fifteen-year-old boy.

  After washing his body clean, Lin Ming put on his clothes and darted down the mountain. He unfolded his movement technique, swift as a rabbit and sudden as a bird taking flight, his speed was like lightning, and in just a few breaths of time he disappeared into the dense forest.