In the training room, Song Ankang was practicing the Second Fist of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra, Fist of the Flesh. Nofitication from the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual kept appearing.
"You are cultivating the Seven Wounds Demon Sutra. You are affected by the side effects of the Sutra and your spiritual will is about to be damaged… The Fate-Defying Heaven Manual has taken effect and your spiritual will has increased. You have become even more clear-headed!"
"You are cultivating the Seven Wounds Demon Sutra. You are affected by the side effects of the Sutra and your foundation is about to be damaged, your blood vitality is about to become unstable, and the membranes on your skin are about to develop hidden dangers… The Fate-Defying Heaven Manual has taken effect, your foundation is becoming increasingly stable, your blood vitality is becoming increasingly pure, and your skin is becoming increasingly perfect!"
There were a total of nine variations to the Flesh Training Fist. It could train every muscle in one's body. Once it was used in a fight, it would also make one intoxicated. Then, one would subconsciously become possessed until one's blood essence and lifespan were exhausted.
However, after obtaining the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual, Song Ankang was able to effectively absorb the side effects and increase his spiritual will, allowing him to easily grasp his current progress. He wouldn't have to consume his blood essence and lifespan after his energy was exhausted.
Moreover, Song Ankang was able to enjoy the joy brought about by the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra. Hence, cultivating a demonic technique was a very enjoyable thing for him. He wasn't like the others who were trembling in fear and constantly worried that they would go berserk.
To other cultivators, demonic arts were equivalent to suicide. To Song Ankang, it was a fortuitous opportunity. Not only could demonic arts not bring him any side effects, but these side effects could even turn harm into treasures.
How satisfying!
Song Ankang was completely immersed in it. He only stopped when all the excess power from the medicinal cuisine was exhausted.
At this moment, all the muscles in his body had become extremely well-proportioned. His eight-pack faintly appeared on his stomach. Regardless of whether it was his strength, speed, reaction speed, or spiritual will, they had all increased significantly.
Such comprehensive qualities should have exceeded the limits of Earthlings in many aspects. Song Ankang smiled as he felt the surging blood essence power in his body.
After adapting to his newfound strength, Song Ankang left the training room and went to the bathroom to wash up.
He specially instructed Qiu Shi that she should not wait outside the training room tonight. However, she still placed some steamed herbs in Song Ankang's room. These were herbs that could be eaten directly and could be used for supper.
The ice cubes were also prepared for Song Ankang. The meticulous care made Song Ankang feel warm.
After eating a piece of steamed Jade Fruit, Song Ankang stood in front of the bed and hesitated for a moment. In the end, he gritted his teeth and punched three times. Then, he was overwhelmed by the surging muscle pain and fell asleep on the bed.
Song Ankang had never experienced such pain on Earth previously therefore it was very difficult for him. As an ordinary person, he did not have much willpower.
He was just an ordinary member of the crowd. He would need anesthesia even if it was a minor surgery. There was a surgery where anesthesia could not be used, at that time, three or four people had to hold him down the entire time.
Of course, he screamed the hospital down. It was said that all the doctors, nurses, and patients of the nine storey hospital had heard it. Hence, it became one of the legends of that hospital.
The Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra was much more painful than the minor surgery. Even though he had merged with the original host body's soul and memories and improved his willpower through the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra, Song Ankang still couldn't take it.
If he could really withstand it, he would not have fainted after three punches.
However, when he thought about the dangers of this world and the benefits it would bring, Song Ankang suppressed his fear and struck out three times.
As the name suggested, the Skin Wounding Fist injured the skin membrane, while the Fist of Pain injured the muscles of the entire body.
This kind of willpower might seem a little cowardly, but it should be above average among most ordinary people on Earth.
Song Ankang believed that if other people on Earth had experienced the pain brought by the Seven Wounds Fist, most people would not have thought of coming here a second time. His performance was already a warrior among ordinary people.
Of course, Song Ankang would only do this because of the temptation of a surge in strength.
For the next few days, Song Ankang consumed medicinal cuisine during the day to cultivate the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra. At night, he would practice at least three moves. In fact, if he had enough time, he would use six moves, which meant he would be unconscious twice.
He practiced during the day and fought at night. With the aid of sufficient medicinal cuisine, Song Ankang's abilities improved rapidly.
This morning, when Song Ankang woke up again, he was overjoyed to discover that his abilities had unknowingly advanced to the next realm.
Tendon realm!
Other martial artists needed a year or two to reach this realm. With the help of the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual and the devil arts, Song Ankang only needed a few days to break through his bottleneck and reach the Tendon Realm.
Even though he had only just stepped into the Tendon realm, Song Ankang's realm was already very stable. His tendons were nimble and agile, and he was able to do some movements that he had never been able to do before.
By the way, when he was in the Flesh Realm, Song Ankang successfully trained himself to be a muscular big shot. Furthermore, it was not pure muscles, but very well-proportioned muscles.
Each of his movements contained kilograms of strength. He could be considered an expert on Earth to break bricks.
Song Ankang was fascinated by the surging blood essence and strength in his body. It strengthened his determination to cultivate.
In the past few days, Song Ankang had also managed to cultivate the Hidden Heaven Earth Technique to the elementary level. He was barely able to conceal the fact that his abilities had increased significantly.
As a quasi-demonic secret technique, the effects of the Hidden Heaven Earth Technique were rather impressive. It would cause damage to the body during the cultivation process, causing the qi and blood to deteriorate.
This quasi-demonic secret technique was mainly divided into three levels: Concealed Form, Concealed Qi, and Concealed Spirit. Concealed Form corresponded to the fourth minor realm of External Realm, the fourth minor realm of Internal Realm, and the Earth Gate.
These few realms were mainly the stages of tempering the body. Therefore, one had to hide the form, which was also the body.
"You are cultivating the first stage of the Hidden Heaven Earth technique, Hidden Form. You have been affected by the side effects of the Hidden Heaven Earth technique's first stage of Hidden Form. Your skin, muscles, and tendons are about to be damaged, and your seven wounds and blood vitality are about to deteriorate… the Life-Defying Heaven Manual has taken effect. Your skin, muscles, and tendons have become stronger, and your seven wounds and blood vitality have become purer!"
The Hidden Form had reached elementary level. Once it was activated, it would constantly damage Song Ankang's body. However, with the help of the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual, not only would it not harm Song Ankang's body, but it would also strengthen his body, effectively assisting his cultivation of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra.
This made Song Ankang even more fond of using the Hidden Heaven Earth technique. As long as he had the time, he would use it.
The combination of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra and the Hidden Heaven Earth Technique had given Song Ankang the most solid cultivation foundation. He had far surpassed any martial artist of the same level.
"Slap slap slap…"
Qiu Shi stood in front of Song Ankang and patted his body gently while tidying his clothes.
Her exquisite little face was filled with seriousness. A faint fragrance landed on Song Ankang's nose. It smelled especially comfortable.
Song Ankang's eyes were slightly dazed, but Qiu Shi did not notice it. She frowned as she moved her hands. "Your physique has changed so much ever since you stepped onto the path of cultivation. You are much sturdier and more well-proportioned than before. Hence, your clothes and shoes seem a little small."
"Young master, why don't we go to Tongxin Town today and buy some good fabric and shoes for you? I'll make a few sets of clothes and shoes of bigger size for you. Otherwise, the clothes and shoes from before would be too uncomfortable."
Song Ankang also felt that the clothes he wore in the past were a little too small. He was going to buy a few sets of clothes from the nearby Tongxin Town when he heard Qiu Shi's words, so he immediately agreed. "Sure, we'll go to Tongxin Town after dinner."
After staying in Chaoyun Manor for a few days, Song Ankang also wanted to go out and take a look. Furthermore, he had just broken through to the Tendon realm, which gave him quite a bit of courage.
This world might be dangerous, but he should be fine with the protection of Jiang Yun, who was at the Internal Realm.