Body Tempering Realm Hundred Layers, Activating Spirit Devouring Body

The five leaders on the mountain had their eyes shining brightly. Before the Straw Bag Strategist's words had even fallen, they had all pushed their movement techniques to the extreme and lunged down the mountain.

They were like five ravenous dogs fighting over shit, afraid of being a step slower than the others.

In the blink of an eye, the five were already a hundred meters away, only blurry figures visible.

Immediately after, a group of fierce bandits rushed out of the woods behind the Straw Bag Strategist with a rustle.

These bandits exchanged glances, let out excited howls, and chased the five leaders down the mountain.

Of course, their speed was significantly slower than the five leaders, leaving a large distance between them.

"Sigh!"

The Straw Bag Strategist watched the bandits scrambling down, fanning himself with a sigh.

"If you don't listen to this old man, you'll suffer the consequences!"

"Even if you warriors manage to kill Ning Chuan, you'll definitely suffer losses, which is extremely unwise, extremely unwise!"

The Straw Bag Strategist showed a look of regret.

He closed his folding fan, tucked it back into his waist, and quickly disappeared into the woods behind him.

He ran for a long distance in the woods before finding a large rock. He hid behind it, peeking out with one eye to watch from afar.

He had witnessed Ning Chuan's hidden weapon skills before; they were simply unpredictable, impossible to guard against, and terrifying.

"A wise man does not stand beneath a tottering wall. As a strategist, my main role is to devise strategies!"

The Straw Bag Strategist felt no shame for retreating from the battlefield. Instead, the more he thought about it, the more pleased he became, stroking his beard and smiling.

At this moment, Ning Chuan had only chased Hei Meng for a few hundred meters when he saw five figures suddenly appear on the mountainside, lunging down the mountain at full speed.

Judging by their speed alone, they were clearly on par with Hei Meng.

Then, behind the five figures, dozens more appeared as if out of nowhere, also lunging down the mountain.

Ning Chuan's eyes flashed with brilliance, and he shouted, "Attribute Points, all mine!"

He suddenly increased his leg power, spinning his legs into a high-speed circle.

His soles kicked up dirt that flew backward, his speed instantly increasing by a large margin, closing the distance with Hei Meng by several yards in an instant.

Hei Meng felt the abnormality behind him and, in his panic, looked back, his scalp going numb with terror.

He saw Ning Chuan rapidly approaching him, about to catch up.

Hei Meng gritted his teeth, as if making a firm decision. He took out a blood-red pill and popped it into his mouth.

This was Hei Meng's treasured Qi Burst Pill. After taking it, it would instantly ignite his inner energy, doubling his power.

Of course, the side effect was that his dantian and meridians would be instantly torn apart by the doubled true qi. His internal energy cultivation would likely be ruined.

"Better to live disgracefully than die with honor." In the face of death, what was a lifetime of cultivation?

"Ah!"

"I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

Hei Meng roared to the sky, regretting being the first to act!

As the pill entered his stomach, violent true qi surged through his limbs and bones. Hei Meng's already massive body instantly expanded by a circumference.

"Ah!"

His eyes turned blood red, and he let out a beast-like roar. His movement speed suddenly increased by a large margin, actually matching Ning Chuan's.

On the mountain, bandits rushed down like rabid dogs fighting over shit;

Down the mountain, Hei Meng fled for his life like a pursued dog.

"Only by reuniting with the other leaders might I have a chance to survive!"

Hei Meng saw the delighted expressions on the faces of the other leaders and felt a sudden sense of relief.

"I'm finally saved!"

Just as this thought arose in Hei Meng's mind, he suddenly felt the world spinning at high speed, and his consciousness was swallowed by darkness.

Ning Chuan unleashed an iron projectile, and Meteor Chasing Moon flashed with light. Hei Meng's entire body bloomed like fireworks.

The five leaders who had just caught up had their hair stand on end, their ferocious smiles instantly turning to panic.

"Holy crap! Run!"

With a strange cry, the five figures drew beautiful arcs in the air, shooting off in five different directions.

At that instant, they unleashed their lifelong power, performing at several times their usual level, their speed reaching the absolute limit.

With a swift movement, the five figures were about to dive into the woods.

A flash of light from the mid-air martial art, Meteor Chasing Moon, streaked across the sky, and the five figures were simultaneously shredded into a rain of blood.

"Run!"

The remaining sixty bandits, still far away, were utterly terrified and screamed in panic.

Like a flock of startled quail, they scattered with a whoosh and quickly disappeared into the jungle.

"Holy crap!"

The Straw Bag Strategist sat down on the ground with a plop, his heart pounding in his throat.

Like startled rabbits, they scrambled and tumbled into the woods behind him, fleeing into the distance with all their might.

Ning Chuan was looking for the Straw Bag Strategist and didn't pay much attention to these petty bandits.

He charged up the mountainside, unleashing his Meteor Chasing Moon repeatedly. His hidden weapons trailed long flames as they blew up one bandit after another.

In the forest, the slower bandits exploded one by one.

He reaped a wave of Attribute Points along the way, but most of the bandits escaped.

Ning Chuan reached the mountainside, but the Straw Bag Strategist was nowhere to be seen.

"That old geezer is truly cunning, he got away again!"

Ning Chuan hated trouble the most. The Straw Bag Strategist had repeatedly sent people to kill him, and Ning Chuan had already put him on his death list.

Once he reached the county town and settled his younger siblings, his first priority would be to kill that old man.

Ning Chuan cursed inwardly. His younger siblings were still with the caravan, and he didn't dare to stay out for long, lest something happened and he would regret it too late.

Returning to the caravan and getting into the carriage, Ning Chuan quickly checked the System. After the chaotic slaughter just now, he had gained another 360 Attribute Points.

"System, add all points!"

"Ding, Constitution has reached 1000, activating the special physique, Spirit Devouring Body!"

"Huh? Increasing Constitution activates a special physique, the Spirit Devouring Body?"

As a veteran reader from his past life, Ning Chuan had heard of all sorts of special physiques.

Spirit Devouring Body, just by the sound of it, seemed like an extraordinary physique.

Just then, his mind roared, and a profound piece of information flooded into his brain.

"The Way of Heaven is to diminish the excess and supplement the insufficient. The Dao follows nature, seizing creation to strengthen oneself..."

Immediately following were streams of warmth that appeared out of nowhere in his body, constantly remodeling his physical structure.

In a daze, he saw that the billions of cells in his body had been transformed by this surge of heat into billions of vortices.

In his consciousness space, Ning Chuan saw his body as a beehive composed of billions of vortices.

As soon as the vortices formed, they began to devour all external energy.

Ning Chuan vaguely felt that free-floating energy from all directions was converging towards him.

A realization dawned upon him: as his physique improved, the Spirit Devouring Body could continue to evolve and become stronger.

Moreover, Ning Chuan had a feeling that he could become stronger just by lying here, without even cultivating.

The Spirit Devouring Body devoured all living things.

"This physique is incredibly powerful, I like it!"

Ning Chuan stood up, his bones cracking and popping, and he grew a few inches taller.

Rolling up his sleeves, he saw that his skin was smooth and delicate, seemingly emitting a faint luster.

Upon closer inspection, these lustrous glows seemed to be composed of countless vortices, as if they could devour light.

Beneath his skin, his muscles were streamlined, lurking like dragons.

With just a slight movement, they could unleash earth-shattering power.

Touching his face, it felt as smooth as silk.

Opening the System, his current attributes were:

Host: Ning Chuan

Realm: Body Tempering Realm (111th Layer)

Age: 16/1133

Constitution: 1117 (Spirit Devouring Body)

Cultivation Technique: Iron Shirt (Fifth Layer, Jade Marrow Realm Peak), Thirteen Great Protectors' Horizontal Training (Peak), Meteor Chasing Moon (Ninth Layer)

Attribute Points: 0

Remaining Sign-in Times: 5.

"Body Tempering 111th Layer!"

"Only monstrous geniuses can reach the 10th layer of the Body Tempering Realm, but I can cultivate infinitely!"

Ning Chuan was immersed in the immense pleasure of his surging strength.

Meanwhile, the Straw Bag Strategist, like a stray dog, fled desperately in the direction away from Ning Chuan.

After running for an unknown amount of time, the Straw Bag Strategist finally ran out of the forest.

He sat down on the ground with a plop, panting heavily like a bellows.

His scholar's robe had been torn into rags by the branches, hanging in tatters, barely covering his vital parts.

His hair was a mess, tangled with cobwebs and rotten leaves, and his face was covered in dirt, showing no trace of his former elegance.

If he were given a broken bowl, he would look like a beggar on the street.