Golden Body

As the Golden Rhino Meat was digested, a massive amount of Transcendent Factor poured into Jiang Chuan's dantian.

After the two types of spiritual power devoured the Transcendent Factor, they flowed from Jiang Chuan's dantian like Sweet Spring, spreading through his flesh and blood.

After several days of cultivation, Jiang Chuan had already tempered most parts of his body. Only the flesh and blood in his right arm remained untempered.

The two types of spiritual power wrapped around the flesh of Jiang Chuan's arm, continuously tempering every inch of it.

As time passed, Jiang Chuan quickly finished tempering his arm and began tempering his final hand.

Little finger, index finger...

When the last thumb had been tempered, Jiang Chuan felt a powerful force surge forth from within his body.

Jiang Chuan's flesh and blood emitted a faint golden glow.

He seemed like a Divine Statue in a temple, carrying an air of solemn sanctity.

"Could this be the rudimentary Golden Body mentioned in the Daoist tome? Could my physical talent be no weaker than my soul's?!"

Delight appeared on Jiang Chuan's face. According to the records in the Daoist tome,

many cultivators would have their bodily potential awakened after reaching the third realm.

Golden Body, Copper Skin Iron Bones, and Golden Muscles Jade Bones were all manifestations of awakened potential. During the Ancient Era, there had even been people with Three Heads Six Arms and Back Born Divine Wings.

"I wonder how strong I am now?"

Thinking this, Jiang Chuan climbed down from the truck.

The Red Sun was already slanting westward, and the Evening Glow dyed the horizon crimson.

The smoke of battle had dispersed. From afar, he saw a large group of soldiers constructing fortifications roughly twenty kilometers ahead.

Then Jiang Chuan saw Meng Nanxi, clad in Silver White battle armor, fighting Zhang Lingyun, who wore Black Battle Armor.

Meng Nanxi usually looked quiet and ladylike, but now, wielding a large halberd, she was like a female war goddess, forcing Zhang Lingyun back again and again.

Fierce!

Too fierce!

Jiang Chuan silently appraised his Top Supporter Sister.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Zhang Lingyun was, after all, the son of the Public Security Bureau's Deputy Director. Though he was at a disadvantage, his movements showed no panic whatsoever. His defense was watertight, and Meng Nanxi found it difficult to seize a suitable chance to determine the victor in one stroke.

In the end, after nearly ten minutes of fierce fighting, both sides chose to stop.

"Jiang Chuan, you finally finished cultivating?"

Song Zhiyan, wearing Purple Battle Armor, noticed Jiang Chuan.

"Teacher Qu said that as we advance, the demonic beasts we encounter will grow stronger and stronger. We'll probably end up fighting at close quarters. She wants us to get used to fighting in armor ahead of time. Want to trade a few moves with me?"

No set of Alloy Battle Armor weighed less than a hundred jin.

If one was not a third-realm cultivator, an ordinary person would struggle even to move in Alloy Battle Armor, let alone fight.

And even for third-realm cultivators, suddenly having a hundred-jin suit of armor on their bodies would still affect their movements.

If they could not adapt, it would become a fatal weakness on the battlefield.

Jiang Chuan looked at the Crimson Treasure Sword at Song Zhiyan's waist, shimmering with flowing light, and said irritably, "Student Song, do you think your Class Monitor is an idiot?"

"Not exactly smart, anyway," Song Zhiyan said with certainty.

Jiang Chuan: "..."

If not for the sword at your waist, I'd definitely let you see the majesty of your Class Monitor!

Song Zhiyan's sword was clearly a magic treasure, and most likely even a treasure artifact.

Sparring with Song Zhiyan using an alloy weapon against a magic treasure was, in Jiang Chuan's eyes, the behavior of a complete idiot.

His Alloy Great Spear could very easily be chopped in half.

With the balance in his account, once the Alloy Great Spear was broken, there was no way he could afford to repair it.

If demonic beasts came charging over then, was he supposed to hide behind Song Zhiyan?

"The three Class Monitors of the Elite Class, take a few students to help the Cookhouse Squad chop meat. Bring some back while you're at it, so the hungry students can have a late-night snack."

Hearing Qu Shi's voice, Jiang Chuan's eyes lit up.

"Finally, we can cook Demonic Beast Meat ourselves!"

Jiang Chuan immediately led Kang Bo and seven or eight others toward the Cookhouse Squad.

When they arrived at the Cookhouse Squad, Jiang Chuan was dumbfounded.

Cart after cart of demonic beast corpses, giving off a scorched stench, were continuously transported back from the front lines.

"Holy shit! Can this stuff even be eaten?" Kang Bo was completely dumbfounded.

Jiang Chuan rubbed his temples. He even saw shrapnel the size of bowls embedded in many of the demonic beast corpses!

"Probably... maybe... possibly edible."

"Lads, this is a battlefield. You should count yourselves lucky to have something to eat. Cut off all that burnt meat, and the rest can be eaten."

The Class Monitor of the Cookhouse Squad called out, "Give each of these lads a Boning Knife and get moving. Otherwise, when those regiment commanders and Brigade Commanders waiting with empty stomachs come over, they'll start cursing us again."

Jiang Chuan and the others exchanged glances, then sighed in unison and joined the meat-chopping operation.

Chop off the thighs.

Chop off the heads.

The internal organs had long since been blown away.

Throw it all out!

After chopping up four or five demonic beasts in a row, Jiang Chuan discovered that most of the meat was completely inedible.

He only managed to trim out a spine over a meter long and the hind leg of some unknown creature.

"Hm?"

Just as Jiang Chuan dragged down a demonic beast from a truck, burnt so black that he could no longer tell whether it had been a wolf, a dog, or a leopard,

the thundercloud in his dantian, now already the size of a human head, suddenly twitched.

It was as if the thundercloud wanted to break free of Jiang Chuan's control, emerge from his body, and enter the charred demonic beast.

"What's going on?"

Greatly puzzled, Jiang Chuan dragged the charred demonic beast back to his spot. Then, exerting force with both hands, he tore open its belly, which had already been ripped open by shrapnel.

What met his eyes were the demonic beast's blackened internal organs, as well as a Prismatic Light Cluster flickering with golden fluorescence.

"This demonic beast actually swallowed a treasure nurtured by immortal light!" Jiang Chuan was overjoyed.

Jiang Chuan tore open the demonic beast's charred stomach and grabbed the Prismatic Light Cluster.

In an instant, a warm sensation spread from Jiang Chuan's palm throughout his entire body.

He then looked around. Seeing that none of his classmates were paying attention to him, Jiang Chuan slipped the Prismatic Light Cluster into his pocket and continued chopping meat without a word.

Once the sun had completely set, Jiang Chuan and the others finished chopping meat. Carrying medicinal cuisine stewed with Demonic Beast Meat and each shouldering a large bag of Demonic Beast Meat, they returned to where the Elite Class was stationed.

By then, everyone at the Elite Class's position had already set up their tents and lit a campfire.

Jiang Chuan sat down before the fire and instinctively wanted to take out a piece of Demonic Beast Meat to roast.

Then he suddenly remembered something.

He had not brought any seasonings!

Helpless, Jiang Chuan gritted his teeth and took huge bites of the completely flavorless Demonic Beast Meat.

After dinner, when it was time to rest, Jiang Chuan discovered that Meng Nanxi and the others had set up only one very small tent.

"You and Kang Bo can squeeze in together. Zhiyi, Zhiyan, and I will sleep in the truck tonight."

As Meng Nanxi spoke, she went to the back of the truck, took out a piece of military camouflage cloth, and covered the rear cargo compartment.

"Kang Bo, you take the tent."

Jiang Chuan patted Kang Bo's shoulder.

"Class Monitor, it's a little cramped, but we can make do."

"I'll make do in the cab for the night."

Kang Bo: "..."

I almost forgot the truck cab could be slept in. Can we switch?

The cab of the Military Truck had two rows of seats. The back row was actually rather like a small bed. Though narrow, it was still better than sleeping in the tent.

Opening the door and entering the cab, Jiang Chuan took the Prismatic Light Cluster from his pocket and examined it.