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Early morning, in the small courtyard.

Wang Chen stood barefoot on the cold flagstones, bare from the waist up and wearing only a pair of shorts below.

He practiced the body-tempering methods within the "Heavenly Dragon Vajra Righteous Dharma," one stance and one movement at a time.

Strengthening the exterior, fortifying the interior, and nourishing the blood and qi—this was the fundamental principle of this Buddhist body-refining divine art, one that happened to coincide with the martial path of this world.

As his blood and qi circulated without cease, his muscles continuously contracted and swelled. Thick tendons writhed rhythmically beneath his bronze-colored skin, squeezing out his potential bit by bit.

Glistening sweat seeped from his pores, as though Wang Chen had been coated in a layer of luminous oil, faintly shimmering with a soul-stirring radiance.

Yet the sweat did not remain on his body for long. It was quickly evaporated by the heat radiating from within him.

Having completed a Great Zhou Heaven circulation, Wang Chen withdrew his stance and let out a long breath.

A white mist shot from his mouth, like a sharp arrow flying straight ahead for ten paces.

This was the sign that the "Heavenly Dragon Vajra Righteous Dharma" had been cultivated into the internal organs!

Wang Chen was quite satisfied with such progress in his cultivation.

But he could still go faster.

He rubbed his stomach, and a thunderous rumble immediately rose from his intestines.

Wang Chen shook his head helplessly. He hauled over a bucket of well water and gave himself a quick rinse, then put on his outer clothes and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

What had risen in step with his strength was undoubtedly his appetite.

Ordinary food could no longer meet Wang Chen's cultivation needs. Sweet potatoes, which Little