Chapter Nineteen: Brutal Training
In the early morning, a thin layer of white mist shrouded the top of the back mountain, lingering for a long time. A gentle breeze blew by, suddenly bringing a muffled sound of **contact. The novel is all here.
In a secluded grove at the top of the back mountain, Xiao Yan's feet were firmly planted in the mud like tree stumps, his toes gripping the ground tightly, his teeth clenched, cold sweat streaming down his forehead, and on his bare **body, there were numerous bluish bruises covering it.
Behind Xiao Yan, Yaolao, in his spiritual form, was sitting cross-legged on a large rock, his face serious as he watched the gritting Xiao Yan, his palm gently waving.
With a wave of Elder Yao's hand, the air slightly rippled, and a faint red aura shot out violently from Elder Yao's palm, finally crashing down on Xiao Yan's shoulder like a whip, leaving behind a long, blue bruise.
His mouth twitched violently, and he sucked in a breath of cold air through his teeth; Xiao Yan felt as if his shoulder had suddenly gone numb, with waves of fiery pain drilling into his heart. Under this intense pain, even Xiao Yan's toes felt a bit weak, almost causing him to stumble forward...
After the intense pain, there was a faint fighting spirit rushing through the body, which seemed even more vibrant than usual under the stimulation of pain. It joyfully flowed through the veins and acupoints at the shoulders, a cool sensation gradually seeping into the bones and muscles, quietly reinforcing them...
"Come on again!" As the pain in his shoulder gradually faded, the young face of Xiao Yan was filled with determination and stubbornness as he gritted his teeth and said.
Looking at Xiao Yan, who was stubbornly enduring the strikes, a hint of relief appeared on the withered old face of Yao Lao. He nodded slightly, and a faint red fighting spirit shot out from his palm again.
"Bang, bang, bang..." In the small forest, a series of somewhat eerie muffled sounds mixed with low groans of pain continued to spread out...
Old Yao's strikes were extremely measured, each attack just reached the critical point that Xiao Yan's body could endure, so he wouldn't be seriously injured but could still feel real pain.
The piercing pain from the fighting energy striking his body made Xiao Yan's small face twist in agony.
On his body, as Old Yao's palm waved, more and more bruises appeared…
「Bang!」 Another wave of fighting energy shot out, and the wooden post-like Xiao Yan finally reached his limit, his legs went weak, and he collapsed in exhaustion.
After gasping for breath for a while, Xiao Yan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, lifted his head, and forced a smile, saying, 「Teacher, how was that?」
"Not bad, today you managed eighty-four energy whips, much stronger than the nine you did a month and a half ago..." The old man smiled and nodded, a hint of barely noticeable astonishment in his old eyes. Over the past month and a half, Xiao Yan's perseverance had surpassed his expectations. For example, today he thought that seventy energy whips would be Xiao Yan's limit, but the latter surprisingly held on until the eighty-fourth. This really made him marvel at the little guy's endurance.
Listening to the old man, Xiao Yan let out a heavy sigh of relief, sitting down in the mud to rest for a while. After his body regained some feeling, he slowly got back up and took his clothes from a nearby stone, putting them on.
As he got dressed, the cool fabric brushed against his bruises, and Xiao Yan couldn't help but wince in pain.
The transparent body twisted, and the old man turned into a beam of light that flashed into the black ring, leaving behind a concerned phrase he had said many times: "Hurry back and soak your body in the Foundation Establishment liquid, or the residual blood clots in your body will seriously injure you!"
Nodding in understanding, Xiao Yan, who had put on his clothes, slowly walked down the back mountain.
Back in the small hut, unable to bear the pain any longer, Xiao Yan quickly shut the doors and windows, then stripped off his clothes again, using hands and feet to jump into the wooden basin filled with green liquid...
The icy green water stained his skin covered in bruises, and Xiao Yan immediately took a few deep breaths of the cool air, that ethereal feeling made him enjoyably close his eyes slowly, lying stiffly in the wooden basin, not moving an inch.
Xiao Yan softly leaned against the edge of the wooden basin, his breathing rapid, gradually stabilizing, and eventually, a low snore escaped from his nose, blurred and faint. After enduring a painful torment, Xiao Yan finally couldn't stand the dual exhaustion of body and spirit, and fell into a deep sleep.
During Xiao Yan's slumber, the green liquid in the basin gently swayed, a wisp of soft and mild energy quietly drilled into his body through the slightly open pores all over, cleansing away the somewhat hideous bruises, while also constantly adding vitality and reinforcing the already exhausted body…
The deep sleep continued, and the reinforcement was unknowingly ongoing.
As the reinforcement and repair of Xiao Yan's body continued, the green liquid in the basin was gradually becoming lighter, clearly indicating that the medicinal power contained in the liquid was about to be completely squandered by Xiao Yan.
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Not sure how long he slept, Xiao Yan only remembered that when he woke up, the scorching sunlight had already filled the room to the brim with brightness.
Stretching lazily, his bones cracked and popped all over, and lifting his head, feeling that indescribable vitality and fullness coursing through him, Xiao Yan couldn't help but exclaim, "So refreshing!"
Getting up from the wooden basin, Xiao Yan suddenly froze. He noticed that the originally green water in the basin had completely transformed into clear, transparent water that he could see through.
"Has the medicinal effect been absorbed completely?" Rubbing his nose, Xiao Yan shook his head helplessly, suddenly seeming to remember something, and with some excitement, he slowly closed his eyes, carefully sensing the state of his internal fighting energy.
Moments later, Xiao Yan opened his eyes, his palms slightly clenched, and in his gentle laughter, there was an unmistakable hint of surprise: "Finally, I」ve reached the fifth stage of Dou Qi!"