Blood Rage

Lin Xuan clenched his fist slightly, feeling extremely satisfied.

"With my current strength, and Blood Rage activated, I could kill Niu Fang with a single punch."

The late stage of Body Tempering has brought a significant improvement.

The gap between minor realms is already quite noticeable. I wonder what the difference will be for those in the Fourth Great Realm?

Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

"Should I... try cultivating?"

Even with the Useless Body talent of Myriad Ages in an Instant, Lin Xuan's desire to grow stronger burned fiercely. Anyway, he still had 72 years of cultivation time left, which was more than he'd ever had before.

Without further ado, Lin Xuan focused his mind into Myriad Ages in an Instant and began to cultivate autonomously, using the Divine Firmament Body Tempering Art.

However, ideals are often grand, while reality is often harsh.

Without the support of Blood Essence, the Useless Body talent of Lin Xuan was thoroughly exposed.

The increase in Blood Essence within his body was incredibly slow. After ten years, he had only progressed a small step in the late stage of Body Tempering.

"Is it really this useless?"

Lin Xuan couldn't help but feel annoyed. He stopped caring so much and increased the time investment, only stopping when he had 36 years of cultivation time left.

Even then, he had only progressed a little bit further. No wonder they say that a Useless Body can hardly ever step onto the path of immortality.

Lin Xuan completely gave up.

"Forget it, I should focus on improving my strength first. Without Blood Essence support, there's no point in wasting my time."

Immediately, he changed direction and headed towards the Martial Pavilion.

He had just obtained seven hundred Contribution Points, enough for him to choose a powerful martial skill.

Unfortunately, seven hundred Contribution Points was still too little. It was clearly impossible to get a movement technique, a saber technique, and a battle saber at the same time.

"Oh well, I'll take it one step at a time. Once I advance to an outer disciple, I can accept missions and leave the Sacred Land. Then I can steal time and Blood Essence by killing demonic beasts, and quickly earn Contribution Points."

While Lin Xuan was thinking, he arrived at the entrance of the Martial Pavilion.

"Hmm?"

"Why are you here again?"

The Pavilion Elder stared at Lin Xuan with wide eyes, looking somewhat angry.

He had just reminded Lin Xuan not to be too ambitious. Was this kid just ignoring his words?

"Greetings, Elder. I'm here to exchange for a martial skill."

Lin Xuan didn't know what the Pavilion Elder was thinking and answered truthfully.

"Are you crazy? Aren't the two martial skills you already have enough for you to cultivate?"

The Pavilion Elder's eyes narrowed slightly. "I seem to have told you that your own strength is the foundation. It's better to chew thoroughly than to swallow too much. Martial skills are good, but you can't let your own cultivation fall behind."

"This disciple remembers the Elder's teachings, but this disciple's cultivation has not fallen behind."

Lin Xuan answered truthfully.

"Tch!"

"A mere handyman dares to spout nonsense?"

"How long have you been a disciple? How dare you say that?"

The Pavilion Elder scoffed.

"This disciple has been a disciple for five days!" Lin Xuan replied.

"What?"

"Are you kidding me?"

The Pavilion Elder glared. "Five days as a disciple, and you're in the early stage of Body Tempering?"

"No, reporting to the Elder, this disciple is already in the late stage of Body Tempering."

Lin Xuan shook his head.

"What?!"

The Pavilion Elder was shocked. With a wave of his hand, a terrifying force enveloped Lin Xuan.

In the next moment, his power directly collapsed, and he lost his composure.

His jaw almost dropped to the table, and his old eyes were filled with shock...

"Whoosh!"

Before the Martial Pavilion, Lin Xuan only felt a blur before his eyes, and the Pavilion Elder had already appeared in front of him, gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, staring intently at him.

That powerful aura prevented him from even thinking about resisting.

"Too strong, what realm is this Pavilion Elder in?"

He could feel that the current Pavilion Elder was like a starry ocean, inspiring boundless fear with just a glance.

"Five days since entering the sect, late stage of Body Tempering, and he's just a handyman..."

"Such talent... such talent, how could he be a handyman?"

"If you were given the best resources, wouldn't you already be at the Blood Refinement stage?"

The Pavilion Elder's voice trembled slightly.

He swore he had never seen anything like this in all his years of cultivation.

Even those peerless geniuses who had once shone brightly before fading into the dust of history had never accomplished such a feat.