Lin Xuan got up early on the next morning and quietly swept the courtyard of Body Peak, as usual.
Other than the rustling leaves and the distant birds, the mountain was all alone.
Elder Mo suddenly came up to him carrying his usual wine gourd.
“Enough sweeping—follow me.”
The old man took him along through a narrow mountain path until they came to a high cliff.
On its outskirts, one giant waterfall plunged into the valley with a thunderous thump, its noise reverberating like a fierce dragon’s roar.
Elder Mo gestured towards the waterfall.
We don’t use flashy martial arts; we develop the body itself.
If the body is strong enough, techniques will not have an impact.
When the body is strong enough, every technique becomes a weapon.
Lin Xuan didn’t manage to get a second question out of his mouth when—
*Splash!*
Elder Mo had casually thrown him into the waterfall.
“If you have an earth-grade physique, crouch down in the morning and stand under the earth.”
Lin Xuan found it difficult to get onto a smooth rock below the rapids.
When he stood up—
*Boom!*
The waterfall was like a thousand iron hammers; it struck him.
Each drop weighs as much as a stone.
His muscles screamed.
His bones trembled.
His breathing started to become labored and irregular.
In a couple of breaths he lost his footing and was carried into the pool below.
Elder Mo just swallowed down another glass of wine.
“Again.”
Lin Xuan regained his feet.
He fell.
Again.
He was able to climb up again.
Again.
He had tried dozens of times by the time it was time to go to bed at dusk.
Elder Mo never once gave them encouragement.
Only a single sentence.
“Stand.”
The next few days were much the same.
Lin Xuan pushed his way under the waterfall each morning before the sun was up.
His shoulders bruised.
His skin split.
It ached all through his body as though it had been broken in two.
But after the pain subsided each night, he saw something unusual.
He made a quicker recovery from the death.
His muscles grew tighter and stronger.
His bones were firmer.
He was able to stand firmly on the slippery boulder half a month later without being swept away.
This finally convinced Elder Mo, who nodded.
Body cultivation is easy.
He gestured toward Lin Xuan, who was injured.
“Break it.”
Next, on recovering muscles.
“Rebuild it.”
At last, he lifted his wine gourd to his lips and grinned.
“Repeat.”
Elder Mo didn’t give Lin Xuan a chance to cheer but hurled an oversized stone pack onto his back.
He was almost ready to fall to his knees by the weight.
From today, I taught them, “Take it up from the bottom of the mountain to the top every morning,” said Elder Mo calmly, pointing toward the far end.
Lin Xuan gritted his teeth.
Step.
Step.
Step.
With each movement, he felt his bones would break.
He fell down the mountain road countless times.
He began to get up countless times.
One night, when the wind was gentle, Elder Mo suddenly laid his two fingers on Lin Xuan’s belly.
A slight impression of the seal was made.
Lin Xuan was soon to find that he was no longer able to circulate ‘spiritual qi.’
“My dantian…”
Elder Mo nodded.
You depend too much on how good your chi is.
The Body Peak does not focus on spiritual energy; it focuses on the body.
Now, one must climb the mountain, train, and fight with only their flesh and blood starting today.
The old drunkard’s aura was changed for an instant.
He felt as if some ancient creature had awakened in him.
This pressure went just as quickly, and he had his carefree expression back again.
Lin Xuan silently bowed.
He understood.
This is an old man who was apparently lazy, but he had depths to him that were unfathomable.
It was another month that went by.
Each morning, Lin Xuan would lift the great stone without stirring any qi while climbing Body Peak.
He practiced the sword-handling technique he had received from Zhang Sang all day long until he made it second nature.
After Elder Mo had gone to sleep with his wine gourd in his hand, Lin Xuan subliminally created the Heavenly Tyrant Thunder Body Art, using the body-tempering pills Zhang Sang had secretly given him.
His body developed more and more with each passing day.
He was packed with explosive strength in his muscles.
His senses sharpened.
Without qi, he could break rocks with a single blow.
From his private house, Zhang Sang observed all this from afar.
His face was illuminated with a slight smile.
“Elder Mo…”
“So it was your decision to polish this rough jade.”
Toward the far, far-away Body Peak, he whispered.
A period of 2 months has elapsed.
“It’s almost time for Lin Xuan to exit the shadows.”