The many parts of Song Ankang's body that had been tempered could not only help him break through the deeper bottleneck, but also protect him effectively.
As mentioned before, the power of the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra was astonishing to begin with. The parts that were tempered often had extraordinary hardness and flexibility. It was just that they were not compatible with each other, causing hidden dangers.
However, with the Fate-Defying Heaven Manual, he could effectively turn the side effects into benefits. Therefore, these parts were not only coordinated but also smooth and flawless.
In addition, his cultivation foundation was stable, and his qi and blood of the seven wounds were rich and pure. All the side effects turned into positive effects. This made the Seven Wounds Demonic Sutra, which was originally considered one of the top in the world, become one of the peak Foundation Establishment divine techniques of the Mysterious Desolate Great World.
He had a strong foundation, a strong body, and a promising future… Therefore, when breaking through the bottleneck, he also had various advantages.
"Knock knock knock…"
As a strange knocking sound sounded in his body, the bottleneck leading to his bone marrow cracked one by one. The wisps of Qi and blood began to temper and nourish his bone marrow according to the mysterious trajectory.
Bone marrow refinement!
Official breakthrough!
Song Ankang's strength had entered a new realm. His qi and blood had entered his marrow, and his moves were smooth, forming instincts. When he used various martial arts, he could easily circle around and unleash shocking power.
Song Ankang took another ninth-grade intermediate pill to stabilize his current realm. Only then did he begin to adapt to the sudden increase in strength.
Every move he made had nearly ten thousand kilograms of strength. He could easily destroy a small mound. Even if hundreds of people joined forces, they could not do anything to Song Ankang.
His speed had reached a few seconds and a hundred meters, and his reaction speed had also reached the level of several knives in an instant. With such combat power and lethality, he would be a little superman on Earth.
Even in China, where demons ran rampant, he was considered a second-rate expert. No martial artist in the Internal Realm was a match for Song Ankang.
If Song Ankang were to face the Lilac Girl again, he would be able to blow her up with three punches and not cause any more trouble.
As for the lilac girl's illusion, Song Ankang was now immune to it, and his spiritual will had increased a lot. Unless it was the illusion of a high-level ninth-grade ghost spirit, anything below the high-level ninth-grade was useless.
At this moment, Song Ankang's overall strength was not much inferior to Jiang Yunhe's. Perhaps Jiang Yunhe was far superior to Song Ankang in terms of combat experience and combat skills, but in a real life-and-death battle, even if Song Ankang could not defeat Jiang Yunhe, it was still very easy for him to escape.
Relying on his movement technique, Song Ankang was even confident that he could grind Jiang Yunhe to death.
Song Ankang was so powerful that he was already standing at the peak of Chaoyun Manor and Tongxin Town.
Within a radius of about ten miles, Song Ankang was enough to dominate.
After carefully sensing and adapting to his soaring strength, Song Ankang stopped and began to worry.
Even though his strength had increased very quickly during this period of time and he had broken through to the Marrow Tempering Realm in the blink of an eye, and his overall strength was comparable to a Blood Renewal Realm martial artist, the consumption was still quite astonishing.
He had already used up half of the pills that his cheap wife, Tang Yelan, had sent over. The remaining pills were only enough for him to break through to the Blood Transfusion Realm. He would have to think of a way to obtain more resources in the future.
Fortunately, Chaoyun Manor's processing workshop was slowly on the right track. It should be able to barely support his cultivation. However, the further he went, the more resources he would need. It was better to be mentally prepared.
Soankang sighed at the thought. The poor were literate and the rich were martial.
He left the training room and was about to go eat when he received news that Hao Jiyong had come to visit and brought him a big bag of good stuff.
Song Ankang looked at the dozens of precious herbs in his bag, including ginseng that was more than five years old. He looked at Hao Jiyong in surprise. "Manager Hao, did you bring all the precious herbs in the warehouse?"
"That's right. All the good herbs with some age are here," Hao Jiyong said.
Song Ankang was speechless. "Manager Hao, if you don't give me an explanation for this, don't blame me for removing you from your position as the manager of the warehouse."
"Manor Lord, the weather is very dry this year. Our harvest in Chaoyun Manor has decreased sharply, and the surrounding demons and ghosts are not in a good situation, so we have our eyes on the surrounding villages and farms." Hao Jiyong said in a low voice, "There are also a few earthworms lingering around Chaoyun Manor. They might sneak into the farm at any time to eat people."
Even lthough stone pavement in the farmstead can block the earthworms, most of the land is still land. If those earthworms insist on coming in, it won't be too difficult. Therefore, Chaoyun Manor is in danger now."
Song Ankang asked, "What does this have to do with you bringing the herbs from the storeroom to me?"
"During critical times, the family has a special rule. That is, we can give some martial artists more medicinal herbs and money in advance so that they can increase their strength as soon as possible to deal with the current crisis." Hao Jiyong explained, "Therefore, I sent the Manor Lord's monthly salary in advance for the next year. I used these medicinal herbs to pay for the Manor Lord to increase his strength as soon as possible. This is what the family rules allow."
Song Ankang was stunned, then patted Hao Jiyong's shoulder. "Okay, these herbs came at the right time, but aren't you afraid that doing this will put the farmstead in a difficult situation this year and make it unable to pay taxes?"
"Before the workshop appeared, I wouldn't have dared to do this." Hao Jiyong smiled. "But the workshop has been making a lot of money these days. If nothing goes wrong, it will definitely be enough to pay taxes. That's why I thought of these herbs."
"I happened to hear from Miss Qiu Shi that Manor Lord has been engrossed in cultivation recently. The farm owner also encountered an earthworm spying on him, so he brought these herbs over."
Song Ankang nodded. "You're brave and resourceful. You're smart and grateful. I didn't take the risk to save you in vain. However, the position of warehouse manager is a waste of your talent. Learn more. I have a better position for you in the future."
"Thank you, Manor Lord." Hao Jiyong bowed.
After Hao Jiyong left, Song Ankang looked at the large bag of herbs in front of him with a smile.
That was what it meant when one dozed off and met a pillow. So many precious herbs were expensive. Even if the processing workshop worked day and night, they would not be able to earn them for a long time.
But what Song Ankang lacked now was time. With the help of these herbs and the pills sent by his cheap wife, Tang Yelan, he did not have to worry about resources for the time being.
If nothing unexpected happened, after digesting these herbs and pills, Song Ankang's strength would also break through to the ranks of first-rate martial artists.