Cultivation Technique, Cleansing the Marrow and Remaking the Body

After Wu Tong returned to the Academy, it was already late afternoon, close to dusk. He did not go back to the dormitory, but instead came to the rear mountain of the Academy.

At dusk, the rear mountain was gently embraced by a soft afterglow, revealing an indescribable tranquility and peace. The sky was as brilliant as a palette, shifting from orange-red in the west to deep blue in the east, while the clouds were gilded by the setting sun, like nature's most exquisite handicrafts.

Under the glow of the setting sun, the mountains' outlines became soft and warm, as if draped in a thin layer of golden gauze. The branches and leaves swayed gently in the breeze, casting mottled shadows that intertwined with the fallen leaves on the ground into a vivid scene. Fallen leaves covered the path, and every step echoed with the passage of years, traces time had left behind in this place.

At this moment, the rear mountain's air was filled with a faint fragrance of grass, trees, and earth, making one involuntarily take a deep breath and feel this gift from nature. In the distance, perhaps one could still hear the babbling of a mountain stream, crisp and pleasant, like heavenly music, adding a touch of vitality and life to this deserted dusk.

Wu Tong walked to the mountaintop, found a spot beneath a tree, looked at the tall tree before him, and nodded.

"Here will do. According to the data, the Crimson Sun Sutra: Lesser Sun Chapter can't absorb the solar essence around noon. The solar essence then is far too scorching. Once I absorbed it, I'd be burned to ash. Only early morning and evening, around dusk, are the best times to cultivate the Lesser Sun Chapter. The timing is just right now."

As Wu Tong muttered to himself, he condensed Soul Power and struck the ground. Pure Soul Power surged out of his body, driving the path of the wind and causing a breeze to coil around his hand. Following Wu Tong's will, the wind swayed, sweeping up the dust, weeds, and fallen leaves accumulated on the ground.

Wu Tong controlled his Soul Power and lightly waved his hand. The trash on the ground flew toward the steep cliff nearby.

Wu Tong did not mind the exposed brown soil on the ground. He sat down on the cleaned patch of earth and began circulating the cultivation route of the Crimson Sun Sutra.

As the Crimson Sun Sutra circulated, Wu Tong closed his eyes and focused his mind. His breathing gradually grew long and steady, and his entire body seemed to form a subtle resonance with the energy between heaven and earth. The surrounding energy surged over like a tide.

With each breath Wu Tong took, the surrounding air seemed to tremble. A ray of sunlight in the sky also began to pass through the clouds. Pale red sunlight shone onto Wu Tong's body, and the seven hundred and twenty Acupoints within him began to emit a faint glow.

These Acupoints might be hard for ordinary people to notice, but in the eyes of Wu Tong, the creator of this technique, they were as dazzling as stars, flickering with brilliant light.

As the sunlight fell, these Acupoints seemed to awaken and began slowly rotating, like miniature vortices, drawing over both Sun Power and the surrounding energy. The two energies fused together in the air, and after being diluted, became a weakened version of Sun Power—Lesser Sun Energy. As the Crimson Sun Sutra continued circulating, Lesser Sun Energy was continuously absorbed into Wu Tong's body.

After being refined, the Lesser Sun Energy slowly flowed through his Meridians. It was as docile as a sheep, obeying his will like an extension of his arm; moreover, the energy circulating through his Meridians was like a warm current, vast and pure, without the slightest scorching sensation. Instead, it gave Wu Tong the feeling that he was soaking in a hot spring.

Wu Tong's skin gradually became crystal clear, as if covered by a thin layer of golden gauze. That was the sign of surplus Sun Power condensing into form outside his body.

The surplus Sun Power condensed on the surface of his body, continuously tempering Wu Tong's skin, flesh, and bones. The impurities in his body were refined by the Sun Power and began to be expelled through his pores.

As specks of black-red impurities surfaced from Wu Tong's body, they were then directly evaporated by the condensed Sun Power, causing an unpleasant odor to spread through the air. Wu Tong, however, seemed not to smell it at all. He made no movement and continued cultivating.

Wu Tong's body gradually changed. The circulation of his blood and qi became more active. The significantly strengthened blood and qi ensured nutrition for every part of his body while also promoting the expulsion of impurities, making his body healthier.

His muscles began to become more refined. This not only increased his physical strength, but also improved his posture, making his figure more balanced and harmonious, and his movements more agile and powerful.

His internal organ functions began operating in the most optimal way. His cardiopulmonary function and the perfect operation of his regulatory system promoted the balance and stability of his internal environment, raising his body's overall metabolic efficiency and immunity.

Even the nervous system of his Brain became more sensitive. Not only did it improve his body's reaction speed and coordination, it also allowed him to quickly adapt and adjust when facing changes in the external environment.

As his cultivation continued, Wu Tong was also evolving bit by bit toward perfection, even though the time required for this process was beyond measure.

As time passed, the sun in the sky gradually tilted westward, but its light did not diminish, continuing to provide Wu Tong with an endless stream of energy.

Around Wu Tong's body, golden mist gradually began to appear, completely enveloping him within it. In this mist, he seemed to have entered a wondrous world, one where there was no concept of time, only endless Sun Power flowing and gathering.

In the end, when the last trace of the setting sun's afterglow vanished beyond the horizon, Wu Tong slowly opened his eyes. The surrounding sun mist gradually began to dissipate.

Wu Tong's eyes flashed with dazzling light. It was the Lesser Sun True Qi that had yet to settle. He stood up, his figure straight as a pine, and every part of him exuded an indescribable sense of majesty and power.

Feeling the majestic power within his activated Acupoints filling every corner of his body, Wu Tong felt that he had swollen with confidence. He even felt as though he could smash a mountain apart right now.

But Wu Tong knew clearly that this feeling was merely an illusion caused by his strength increasing too quickly.

Just as Wu Tong was adapting to his own power, the senses that had been sealed during cultivation also slowly began to reopen.

"Ugh~ What's that smell? It stinks."

Wu Tong twitched his nose, and the stench of burned impurities in the air rushed straight into his nostrils. After sniffing carefully, Wu Tong discovered that the smell was coming from his own body.

Sensing the foul odor in his nose, Wu Tong immediately mobilized the Lesser Sun True Qi in his Acupoints, circulated it along his Meridians to his legs, then rushed it out beneath his feet and down toward the ground. A tremendous recoil carried Wu Tong away from where he stood.

Borrowing this recoil, Wu Tong's figure flickered like Guimei. Before long, he found a stream in the rear mountain. Wu Tong hurriedly took off his clothes, jumped in impatiently, and began washing his body.

He washed his body three times, until he could no longer smell even the slightest stench. Only then did Wu Tong leave the stream. Looking at his bare body and that single set of clothes, Wu Tong forcibly suppressed the urge to throw them away. He used Lesser Sun True Qi to connect with the stream water, controlling a current of water to rise into the air and spiral through it.

He threw the foul-smelling clothes on the ground into the current, controlling the water to rinse them. The all-pervasive current washed every gap in the clothes, slowly cleaning away the smell.

After washing them, he controlled the stream water to slide down beneath a nearby tree. Then, after reaching out and picking up the clothes, true qi surged in his hand, and the water in the clothes gradually began to evaporate.

After putting on his clothes, Wu Tong recalled what had just happened, and his expression became a little embarrassed.

Looks like I should go buy a Storage Soul Tool. I'll prepare more clothes and daily supplies. Whether I end up using them or not, preparing in advance is never wrong.

As Wu Tong thought this, he walked down the mountain.