Yesterday, Wang Yue had finished extracting the Hundred Meridians Convergence. His meridians had widened slightly. With his exceptionally solid foundation, such talents could only strengthen him a little. What was rare was that the circulation of Blood Qi and inner force within his body had faintly quickened by a fraction.
Dressed in short training clothes, he slowly walked to the center of the training ground and fixed his gaze on the half-man-tall iron cauldron. This was a tool the Wang Clan used to temper the body. It weighed three hundred jun; an ordinary Blood Condensation Realm martial artist would need to exert all their strength merely to push it, let alone lift it.
He took a deep breath and bent down to grasp the cauldron's handles. The Blood Qi in his dantian stirred slightly, and the muscles in his arms instantly bulged as knotted veins rose sharply.
"Up!"
With a low shout, Wang Yue suddenly exerted both arms. The iron cauldron rose from the ground in response, held steadily above his head.
His brows did not so much as twitch. His gaze swept over the water bucket beside the cauldron, and he simply reached out to lift it, pouring bucket after bucket of clear water into the cauldron.
The clear water filled the cauldron to the brim, yet not a single drop spilled amid the swaying.
Up!
Holding the iron cauldron filled with water, Wang Yue slowly walked two laps around the small courtyard. His breathing remained steady, as though he were holding not a thousand-jin burden, but an ordinary stone.
"Put it down."
Wang Yue murmured softly. His arms sank slightly, and the iron cauldron crashed to the ground with a boom, making the earth tremble faintly and shaking down the morning dew around it.
He lowered his head