Thrice-honing

In his room.

Fang Ping cultivated the Methods of Honing over and over again.

Previously, he cultivated it only once daily—a single tempering used up a lot and exhausted him, even if he had a full Mentality.

This time, however, Fang Ping had continuously cultivated the Methods of Honing thrice already.

'Break already!'

Fang Ping roared inwardly. He had been stuck at the boundary to 200 for a long time already!

Ever since he got the system, it did not matter if the boundary was 149 or 179, he did not have to spend more than a few days on it.

It was just 199 that had him stuck for almost a month!

…

An hour passed.

Two hours passed…

After Fang Ping completed the sixth tempering of his meridians and bones, suddenly, his skeleton started moving.

Yes, his bones were moving.

His muscles were wriggling too.

Fang Ping, who had gone through twice-honing, was overjoyed. The thrice-honing had started!