One Hundred and Seven.

It wasn't fast. It wasn't rushed. But I was meticulous—thorough—leaving no stone unturned.

I could feel it working, reshaping me from the inside out, refining everything down to its purest form.

With a clear mind, I made my decision. I wouldn't hold back. If this method required my pores to open, then I'd open them. The Ninth Yin Metal Method was already reinforcing my foundation—why hesitate now?

But I couldn't do this in front of her.

This perverted girl had sharp senses, sharp instincts. She'd catch on immediately, make a big deal out of it, and start nagging me to stop.

The others wouldn't be any better. Emotional blackmail, exaggerated concerns, endless warnings—holding me back for my own good.

No.

I needed to do this alone.

But for now, I had to change the subject.

"What else do I need to know?" I asked, keeping my tone casual. I'd handle my cultivation at night.