One hundred and three copper skin iron bone

  The strong endurance suppressed the pain that wanted to scream, and the calm lake water suddenly churned up a torrent! This undercurrent came too suddenly, and even before he could react, he felt like he was riding a galloping warhorse, his entire body violently colliding with the huge iron plate flying towards him. His bones, already scorched by the hot water, seemed to shatter into powder in this sudden massive impact, as if all the bones on the front of his body had disintegrated. The intense energy that had melted into liquid iron also seemed to penetrate into his bones along with the collision.

  Qian Jin was impacted by the water, and just as he opened his mouth in pain, a scalding hot water poured into his mouth. Suddenly, there was a savory aroma of cooked meat spreading in his mouth. The dark current that had been impacting him from the front suddenly rose up from behind him.

  In an instant, Qian Jing felt that not only were all the bones on his front shattered, but also his back seemed to have been slammed into a large iron block, and all the bones in his back seemed to be broken as well. The web of Dou Jing that had just been set up melted again.

  "Endure! I endure! The wind is invisible, the sword is difficult to see, the cloud has no shape, gathering and dispersing are unpredictable!"

  In his heart, he silently and repeatedly recited the unyielding conviction of wanting to become a great warrior, supporting him to never give up, enduring the agony of this torture.

  The old man gazed at the underwater scene, where Bai Zhe's skin had already turned bright red, like a cooked crab or lobster. The fighting energy gathered and dispersed repeatedly, melting away each time, yet never showing any signs of surfacing. He couldn't help but reveal an expression of admiration, nodding his head in succession.

  "This suffering, similar to torture, can be endured, but does he really want to become a great warrior that much? Has he never considered that no matter how hard ordinary people try, they still cannot surpass the Bloodline Warriors? What obsession is driving him? Being able to endure it is good, but unfortunately, he still doesn't understand the meaning of those two sentences, otherwise, he wouldn't be suffering like this, and at least would be much more relaxed."

  "The wind is invisible and cannot be hurt by swords. The clouds have no shape and gather and disperse without regularity."

  His mind, which had been muddled by the scorching hot lake water for a long time, suddenly flashed with a glimmer of light, and in the midst of confusion, he seemed to have grasped something.

  He seemed to understand something in an instant, his curved shrimp-like body trembling slightly.

  "I am the wind! I am formless! Swords and knives cannot harm me! I am clouds, I have no fixed shape or form, gathering and dispersing without constancy."

  The dry and stiff body suddenly seemed to come alive, they were no longer scattered all over the body like before, high temperature dissipated and disappeared, dark surges collided and offset some of the power also instantly dispersed like clouds being hit and scattered. Instead of stubbornly defending against something.

  Pain! Still pain! Yet, there's a brand new growth in his body. The pores on his skin no longer forcibly closed, and between the sudden openings and closures, they expelled the stagnant blood produced by the dark surge's impact, along with some black filth that seemed like mud, which was the hidden bodily impurities within him that even his inner strength couldn't expel from his body. Now, under the high temperature, it melted and was squeezed out by the dark surge's impact.

  The impurities in the blood, flesh and bones have been removed, and the body has become strong and refreshed. The dry and powerful feeling inside the Dou Mai has unknowingly expanded by more than twice, and the whole body's Dou Qi is surging with vitality. When the muscles are soft and relaxed, they seem like a pool of gentle water, but when exerting force, they seem to have turned into a piece of iron plate. Endurance and explosive power have not only been greatly enhanced, and even the ability to withstand impact seems to have made significant progress.

  "One hour", "two hours", Qian Jin bit the breathing tube and jumped into the water, still curled up like a shrimp, letting the lake water scald him, and being hit by the dark current, occasionally spitting out a thread of bright red blood from his nose and mouth, which was an internal injury caused by the impact. Wanting to not get hurt in this water was simply impossible for Qian Jin.

  A painful expression was maintained on his dry and strong face, but compared to the first time he entered the water, there was a relative relief.

  "How can he last so long in the water for the first time? Entering the Four Seasons Valley with a courage of less than ten, but with a bottom-line strength that's top-notch, and a clear-headed judgment. And to think that his willpower and endurance have reached this level! What a pity!" The old man shook his head repeatedly, sighing towards the sky: "What a pity that this kid isn't a Bloodline Warrior."

  "That's enough for today, you can come out now." The old man lightly waved his hand, pulled out a soft whip from his waist, and swung it out with a "whoosh" sound that broke through the air, transforming into a straight steel sword that inserted into the water. As soon as it touched Qian Jing's skin, it turned soft and fluttering, coiling around his waist, and then lifted him out of the water and back to the shore.

  He knelt on the ground with his knees locked, his elbows digging into the earth, panting heavily, every muscle in his body twitching rapidly, his face contorted in pain as he coughed, struggling to shake off the fatigue and pain from his body. The remaining lake water dripped down his skin, trickling onto the ground.

  Even in the endless world of practice, there has never been a day as painful as today, it really feels like I've died and come back to life.

  "How does it feel?" The old man asked with some tension.

  "Awesome! Too awesome!" Gan Jing forced himself to lift his head and look at the old man, with water droplets on his chin hitting the ground. He gritted his teeth in pain and squeezed out a sentence that was harder than crying: "If you don't believe me, go down and try it yourself..."

  "I believe." The old man smiled, still able to say such things after coming ashore, clearly his brain hadn't been cooked.

  "Gudong" The strength that was once so strong is no longer forcing my body to hold on, the power has withdrawn and my body has collapsed to the ground, weakly looking up at those slowly moving white clouds, feeling like my muscles have been torn apart by thousands of steel knives, and smashed by hundreds of large hammers. I also admire myself for being able to endure it, and still be alive.

  Even so, Qianjin believes that if he encounters any danger, the killing power and combat power he bursts out with at this time will far surpass his previous self.

  If I were to fight my pre-breakthrough self after breaking through, I'm confident that I can knock down my old self in a short amount of time. Just this threefold expansion of my meridians alone would allow me to unleash unimaginable power. "You've grasped a bit of the Wind Cloud Golden Body's secrets; as long as you can keep enduring, then continuing to cultivate will be of great help on the day you become a Demon Vanquishing Warrior."

  "What chance do I have of becoming a Demon Slayer?"

  "You still come ask me? Of course it's a 100% chance."

  "The old man smiled and sat beside Qianjin: "Although you can now attack the Demon Slayer, I advise you to continue tempering your fighting spirit and strengthening it. After becoming a Demon Slayer, you can also strengthen yourself, but I still think it's better to strengthen before that."

  "Is that right, a 100% chance of becoming a Demon Slayer?" Gan Jing's face was filled with a proud and satisfied smile, slowly closing his eyes that were filled with contentment: "Father, after I leave the Four Seasons Valley, I'll come to pick you up! From then on, you won't have to continue living a humble life bowing your head, I want to become a son who makes you feel glorious and proud!"

  "Alright, the Wind Cloud Golden Body, that's all for today." The old man stood up and walked into the mist, leaving behind only his words floating in the air: "Remember every feeling you had in the lake water today, and deeply experience it. Your body has already started to change, it's just that you haven't realized it yet."

  "What's wrong? Am I that stupid?. Qing Jin raised an eyebrow and muttered to himself: "The scorching lake water didn't just seem to melt the Dou Qi, it really did melt them all. It seeped into my skin, my muscles, my internal organs. The undercurrents crashed against my bones, allowing the melted Dou Qi to slowly invade."

  "Brilliant!"

  An old man's voice of praise came from the fog, and when the aura is cultivated to a certain level, it will also invade internal organs, skin, muscles, and bones to strengthen them. This kind of strengthening was originally impossible at the 10th-level warrior stage, but "Wind Cloud Golden Body" can achieve this by taking an extreme approach.

  After resting for three hours, all the strength in his body had recovered, and even the internal injuries caused by the dark current were almost healed. With a swift movement, he sprang to his feet, bowed slightly towards the thick fog, turned around quickly and left the lakeside.

  In the fog, the old man nodded in satisfaction. This young man was polite and powerful, with almost all the qualities of becoming the greatest warrior, but he lacked the most crucial one - bloodline! Not a Bloodline Warrior!

  "It's a pity, but if one can really cultivate the Wind Cloud Golden Body, it would be a decent first step, barely worthy of being called Copper Skin and Iron Bones. The old man shook his head lightly: "The phrase 'Copper Skin and Iron Bones' is well done, I wonder how Step Absolute Heaven came up with it?"

  Striding through the stone forest with light footsteps full of power, chin slightly raised looking at the sky, the depression in his heart was swept away! What about Bloodline Warriors? And what about Ultimate Bloodline Warriors? Who says that ordinary people without bloodline power can't surpass those born with a golden spoon through their own efforts and hard work? Winds and clouds clash, fighting spirit surges, endless world!

  In a short period of time, three great wonders, a surge of heroic passion rose in my chest. The greatest warrior of ordinary human beings, Zuo Xiao, once said to me: "Don't ask if you can or not, just ask yourself if you will do it!"

  Although Zuo Xiao's last challenge to the ultimate blood warrior in history ended in failure, it still inspired countless ordinary warriors to maintain their forward momentum.

  But as time went on, there was no longer a legendary myth like Left Laugh's, and ordinary warriors also lost that kind of momentum.

  "Ordinary people, they're the most common in this world! What's wrong with being ordinary?" With a surge of energy, he let out a long, drawn-out whistle: "Since you laughed at me for not being able to do something, I'll be the one to do it! I want to become the greatest warrior! I want to make every single person in the Qian family stop ignoring my father! Stop ignoring those who have made great contributions to the Qian family!"

  Another night, still no beasts came to the cave entrance. Qian Jin began to think that maybe he should find some time to look for a few weak beasts in the Four Seasons Valley and lure them to the cave entrance to kill them and establish his dominance. Otherwise, every night would be just sleeping and resting, unable to enter the endless world to learn more, which was really not worth it!