Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training, Thirteen Iron Men Events?

Hanshan Inn.

Ning Chuan entered the room, tossed Xiao Hua onto the bed, and let the two brothers play by themselves before impatiently opening the system to check.

He had 3 Sign In attempts remaining, and his current status already showed: "Available to Sign In."

By now, Ning Chuan had summarized two patterns for Signing In.

First, he could Sign In within towns and cities, such as Qingshi Town and Hanshan Town.

Second, he could also Sign In in places out in the wilderness where factions existed, such as Three Tiger Mountain.

He would have to explore the other Sign In patterns later.

Ning Chuan took a deep breath and calmed himself, praying devoutly in his heart.

"Patriarchs of the Three Pure Ones, Amitabha Buddha, immortals and deities of every path, please bless me with an internal cultivation manual—or even a movement technique!"

"Sign In all of them!"

"Ding. Congratulations, you have Signed In for 5 Attribute Points."

"Ding. Congratulations, you have Signed In for 12 Attribute Points."

"Ding. Congratulations, you have Signed In for the cultivation technique Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training. Would you like to learn it?"

His first two Sign Ins had only given him 17 Attribute Points in total. His luck had been rather rotten.

After adding them to his physique, it had risen to 163 points, and his realm had reached the sixteenth layer of the Body Tempering Realm.

Feeling warm currents surge through his limbs and bones as all his attributes rose sharply once more, he was overjoyed.

Then he looked at the cultivation technique.

"Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training? Not bad!"

"This was a cultivation technique renowned even in my previous life. Once mastered, it makes one impervious to blades and spears, immune to all poisons!"

When the torrent of information flooded into his mind and Ning Chuan finished reading the technique's introduction, he was instantly dumbfounded!

Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training was a superior horizontal training art. It divided the human body into thirteen regions and tempered them thousands upon thousands of times with qi and blood, making them as hard as steel and iron.

Upon reaching Great Completion, it would automatically generate Steel True Qi. Its attacks would be unstoppable, and its defenses unbreakable.

Steel True Qi sounded rather similar to Iron Shirt True Qi.

Training in Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training was incomparably cumbersome, but its power was astonishing.

The so-called Thirteen Great Protectors required the practice of thirteen different techniques.

They were the Iron Head Skill, Iron Teeth Skill, Iron Neck Skill, Iron Shoulder Skill, Iron Back Skill, Iron Chest Skill, Iron Waist Skill, Iron Spear Skill, Iron Thigh Skill, Iron Leg Skill, Leg Palm Skill, Iron Arm Skill, and Iron Finger Skill.

"This is called Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training?"

"It should be called the Thirteen Iron Man Events!"

Once mastered, he would be a genuine Iron Man!

The standards for verifying mastery of the techniques were even more speechless.

"The standard for completing the Iron Head Skill is leaving a dent in a steel plate with your head. That's easy enough to understand!"

"The standard for completing the Iron Thigh Skill is leaving two imprints on a steel plate when you sit on it. That isn't hard to explain either, though it's a little ridiculous!"

"Wait, damn it, what the hell is this Iron Spear Skill?"

"The completion standard is poking a hole through a steel plate with your spear. Fuck, is this supposed to train it until it can pierce steel plates every day? How am I supposed to dare marry a wife after this? One careless slip and it'll be a matter of life and death!"

Ning Chuan was a little frazzled, suspecting that there was something improper about this technique.

"The Iron Spear Skill is for men. If a woman practiced it instead, what would the corresponding art be? Iron Scissors Skill? Iron Clamp Skill? Iron Hole Skill? Iron Mouth Skill? Or Iron Yin Skill?"

"And this Iron Chest Skill and Iron Crotch Skill—how would women practice those?"

The image was too beautiful. Ning Chuan did not dare imagine it.

"And if a married couple both mastered Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training, what would it be like when they did that?"

Ning Chuan could almost hear the sound of an iron rod scraping against a steel plate.

Ning Chuan wiped away a bead of sweat. This cultivation technique was simply too strange, making him unable to stop his thoughts from wandering off on tangents.

Fortunately, though the technique was peculiar, its method of cultivation was fairly conventional.

It was nothing more than using qi and blood to temper the body, rather than using external force to temper it as the novels from his previous life had described.

Ning Chuan truly did not dare imagine the sight of placing his little brother on an iron anvil and smashing it with a massive hammer—clang, clang—while sparks flew everywhere.

Only then did Ning Chuan compose himself. Sitting cross-legged, he began cultivating according to the essential formula of Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training.

As his qi and blood trembled, Ning Chuan felt as though he were a piece of stubborn iron. The qi and blood throughout his body transformed into hundreds of millions of giant hammers, striking and tempering his entire body from every angle, leaving no blind spots across all three hundred and sixty-five degrees.

Ning Chuan had already cultivated Iron Shirt to the peak of the fifth layer, developing Copper Skin, Iron Bone, Silver Tendon, Golden Muscle, and Jade Marrow. His physique was incomparably powerful.

Now it was strengthened once more. As the hundreds of millions of hammers formed from qi and blood struck him—

Copper Skin, Iron Bone, Silver Tendon, Golden Muscle, and Jade Marrow all unexpectedly glimmered with a faint seven-colored radiance.

Strands of blackish-gray impurities were continuously squeezed out, and his fleshly body became even purer.

The qi and blood throughout his body churned, growing ever more refined. It even rumbled like the surging waters of a mighty river.

This continued for two hours. When he withdrew the technique, the seven-colored radiance gradually faded.

Ning Chuan rose to his feet. His bones crackled loudly all over, and he had unexpectedly shot up another large stretch, reaching around 1.7 meters tall.

His gaze was like lightning, the lines of his face sharply defined. Beneath his delicate features lay an air of unyielding resolve.

He had only crossed into this world a few days ago, yet by adding points to his physique and practicing cultivation techniques, he had already grown nearly twenty centimeters taller.

At last, he had barely escaped the Wu Dalang series!

Looking at his physique again, he had actually grown a few degrees leaner, and his ab lines were no longer visible.

The muscles that had once bulged were now hidden beneath his skin, tempered into something even sturdier.

After briefly checking on his little brother, he found that the Iron Spear Skill had already reached Minor Accomplishment. Forget piercing through steel plates—boring a hole through an earthen wall should be no problem.

Satisfied! More than satisfied!

He suddenly swung a fist forward, smashing out a thunderous airburst that gave Big Dog and Xiao Hua, who were playing on the bed, a huge fright.

"Brother Ning Chuan is so amazing, but he smells so bad—so bad!"

Big Dog and Xiao Hua used their hands as fans, fanning the air before their noses as they fled to a distant corner.

Their little faces scrunched into balls, filled with disgust.

"Hahahaha..." Ning Chuan laughed heartily, ignoring the siblings.

His strength had risen, his attack had risen, his defense had risen—an all-around increase. Naturally, the power of his hidden weapons rose with the tide as well.

"My current strength makes me a bona fide Six-sided Warrior. Even I'm scared of myself. Wonder what rank I count as now!"

With another increase in strength came another surge of confidence, and a bold, heroic spirit rose in Ning Chuan's heart.

After giving himself a ruthless bout of smug self-praise, he asked the inn for several buckets of hot water, washed away the foul-smelling impurities on his body, changed into clean clothes, and felt utterly refreshed.

While Ning Chuan was cultivating his technique, Master Cao Bao had booked out Frosty Inn and was seated imposingly in the main hall.

The two gang leaders, Green Wolf and Black Tiger, stood respectfully behind him.

A madam kept him company at the side. Her old, orange-peel face had smiled into a chrysanthemum, and her eyes kept sneaking glances at the table before him.

On the table sat a fist-sized silver ingot.

"I've struck it rich, struck it rich! As long as I serve this lord well, I'll have money for my retirement!"

At the sight of the gleaming silver, greed flickered in the madam's eyes as she kept rubbing herself against Straw Bag Strategist.

Before the table, a young woman bared one fragrant shoulder and slightly raised her backside, doing her utmost to display her figure.

Spring light shimmered in her eyes, her soft breasts half exposed as she repeatedly cast seductive glances at the strategist.

Behind her, more than a dozen young women stood in line, waiting for their turn to step forward and show themselves.

Master Cao Bao was selecting women, preparing to use them to seduce Ning Chuan!