Feng Long

On a plateau like rocky structure. Thousands of unique array mechanisms shone scattered over the surface. 

Amongst these mechanisms one could see hundreds of people wearing dim blue robes either practicing or talking to each other. 

In the middle of this plane a giant golden temple stood tall and high, it was surrounded by rock stairs from all the sides, however what stood out was that the number of steps in the stairs could be counted to at least a few hundreds.

One could see a few dozens of disciples trying to ascend these stairs to reach the shining golden temple above. 

However the ones climbing were clenching their fists and grinding their teeth together as they tried to climb even a step higher. 

Many were even of all fours trying their best to move up. 

With each step they took the pressure of their bodies intensified, each muscle of their body was being crushed with an immense invisible pressure. 

Some even coughed up blood before backing out and going back down with their bodies shaking out of exhaustion. 

Naturally this was the Body Tempering Peak, out of thousands of outer disciples of the Lake Lotus Sect only a few hundred were successful in reaching the top of the peak. 

However it's name was rather misleading, it was actually only half of a peak and looked more like a stature. 

According to the legends, over a thousand years ago one of the founding figures of the Lake Lotus Sect, The Unchained Dark Fist used a single punch to blow off half of the entire mountain while carving out a temple in middle. 

It was said that he used only pure muscular power to achieve this feat, as he blew away the upper half of the mountain like a beast he also delicately carved out this temple and the stairs surrounding it. 

Furthermore under the pressure of his physical power, the rocks of the mountain got compressed so much that they turned into shining gold. 

He then used this temple as his inheritance grounds and left an ancient mysterious array which would exert immense pressure on whoever tried to go up the mountain. 

It was said that only a few had ever reached the temple and gained the cultivation arts of The Unchained Dark Fist, it was said that they all turned out to be huge powerhouses in the future. 

The trial would only allow outer sect disciples of Qi Condensation Realm to take part in it. 

Naturally with such a challenge in front of their eyes some cultivators would even dedicate their entire lives, remaining an outer disciples just to have a chance on gaining the inheritance of The Unchained Dark Fist. 

Thus unlike some disciples who would work to raise their cultivation, some outer disciples would spend thousands of hours tempering their bodies. 

Interestingly once someone stepped inside on the stairs of the Golden Temple, they would not be able to utilize any spiritual qi at all. 

Thus the only way to gain the inheritance of The Unchained Dark Fist a cultivator would have to completely rely on their physical strength. 

Everyday dozens would attempt the trial to only come back down in a miserable shape. 

" Oh it's him he's going at it again! " 

" Look it really is him, he's attempting the trial again" 

" What a madman..." 

An ambitious fellow with a muscular figure stood out of the crowd as he walked towards the Golden Temple.

His eyes looked focused and determined. 

This was an outer sect disciple Feng Long. 

" Hey is it true that he has been going at it for 5 years?" 

" Yeah you've heard the rumor right, he's been trying to reach the top since the age of 16! " 

" I heard he completely gave up on qi cultivation and spend all his time either training his body or sleeping" 

" tsk tsk how is he still in the sect then? " 

" I heard that the elders want to observe his peculiar behavior " 

Hundreds of whispers erupted as Feng Long stepped on the first stair, however he didn't mind them at all. 

He had grown accustomed to them, without looking back or sparing a thought Feng Long started to ascend step after step. 

2...

3....

5....

10....

14....

20.....

28.....

30....

After the 30th step Feng's gaze turned sharper as he started to feel the pressure of his body faintly, however it was far from being able to slow him down. 

34....

39....

44....

47.....

50.....

" Hiss Feng Long is already at the 50th step and hasn't even battled an eye nor broke a sweat, don't tell me that he's going to make it this time..." 

" No way! The real trial starts now, the difficulty will increase exponentially and each step with become harder and harder" 

" Yeah there's no way that he'll make it!" 

Looking at Feng's success many showed signs of admiration and surprise, however most looked at him with the hint of jealousy, after all they all wanted to gain the inheritance of The Unchained Dark Fist. 

However, Feng Long was in a world of his own. To him nothing else than his goal mattered, his eyes were set upon the Golden Temple above as he started to climb higher. 

Streaks of sweat appeared on his forehead as he move higher and higher. 

Each time he took a step forth his body had to endure more and more pressure. 

57.... 59.....62.... 69...72....76....81..

At the 81st step Feng Long couldn't bear more pressure and fell of all fours, yet even in this embarrassing position he never stopped trying to climb. 

Amidst this the look on the disciples turned darker as they saw him nearing success. 

If Feng stopped earlier they would praise him for trying his best, however now they started to fear that Feng Long would gain the inheritance of an ancient powerhouse. 

" Just one more.... one more step!" With blood shot eyes Feng Long began to crawl up.

Feng's entire being was being crushed, each muscle was being subjected to unbearable pressure. 

The harder he tried, the harder it got for him to climb up. 

81.... 82....83...84..85 

On the 85th step, Feng Long's entire body was pinned to the ground as his internal organs started to malfunction. 

cough cough cough 

Feng started to spit blood as his body started to roll down the 85 stairs he had previously climbed. 

This was part of the inheritance, once someone couldn't move anymore it would throw the body as it would roll down from the stairs they had stepped on. 

As Feng Long crashed on the ground, he was covered in small cuts and a lot of bruises. 

The hint of jealousy immediately dissipated from the eyes of the disciples as they rushed forward to help him. 

" Brother Feng Long you shouldn't force yourself too much, just take it slow" 

" Yes brother please take care of yourself, after all if you push too hard you might even hurt yourself permanently!" 

As a few disciples picked him up and carried him towards the infirmary nearby several such voices of superficial concern started to erupt. 

" These bastards..." Feng Long sneered before his lost his consciousness. 

At the same time Shen Wang had arrived at the bottom of the Body Tempering Peak. 

Near the base of the peak there were chainmail robes neatly aligned on tables near the entrance. 

Each robe had a specific weight which was assigned for different levels of cultivators. 

For example, Shen Wang had to carry at least 2.5 tonnes of weight on him and then climb half of the peak to truly enter the body tempering peak. 

The process was quite simple, Shen had to simple show his disciple token to the disciples stationed on duty and he quickly equipped the 2.5 tonnes of weight onto himself. 

Upon wearing it Shen immediately started to feel a lot more difficult to move than before, however it was bearable. 

Without worrying too much Shen quickly started to spam various effects onto himself. 

/effect give Shen Wang health_boost 1000000 255

/effect give Shen Wang instant_health 1000000 255

/effect give Shen Wang regeneration 1000000 255

/effect give Shen Wang resistance 1000000 255

/effect give Shen Wang saturation 1000000 255

/effect give Shen Wang speed 1000000 255

/effect give Shen Wang strength 1000000 255

Controlling the outburst of this strength Shen started to slowly walk towards the mountain and started climbing. 

Opposite to Shen's expectations, nobody found anything suspicious about his behavior. 

Even if the disciples had already passed this test, they would still have to climb the peak wearing weight thus even if some disciples were moving fast nobody paid much attention to them. 

Shen didn't hold back either, he immediately started to climb upwards without even breaking a sweat. 

A single human could lift a hundred kilograms of weight easily and Shen had that magnified 255 times, it was extremely easy for him to climb the peak. 

Amidst of this his graze also fell upon the disciples who were struggling with the weight, many of them had developed a strong will through tedious and hard training. 

Each day they would wake up early and come here to overcome their physical limits. 

" Although I respect their willpower for training so hard to develop themselves, I have no intention of doing that. The ability to use Minecraft commands is my trump card, thus a part of my own capabilities, I'd just be an idiot for not using the resources given to me" 

Shen's mind was clear about this, as long as he could use something for his own benefit he would without remorse. 

As Shen was thinking about this, he had already arrived at the top.

Hundreds of custom arrays were set up, each meant to train different part of the body. 

All the disciples were training themselves, there was a pin drop silence across the place. 

It was as it they had been motivated to the extreme for some reason. 

Without disturbing anyone Shen walked around observing the surroundings before his eyes met with a muscular man sitting on a rock. 

This man was covered with bandages and was just sitting there observing things around him. 

" Um.. Hello there fellow Daoist, My name is Shen Wang and I just arrived here. How can I address you brother ? ," Shen cupped his hands together and gave this unknown man a slight bow, he tried to be as polite as he could be. 

The man looked at Shen Wang as if sizing up to him, after a second of pause he replied with a deep and hoarse voice. 

" Feng Long "