Iron Hand Immortal Lady (in honor of Brother Zhao zq!)

Tianyuan Sect.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged, breathing in and out, calm and at ease.

As his chest rose and fell rhythmically, a kind of Heaven and Earth Vital Energy that could only be sensed in Mysterious Heaven continuously seeped into his limbs and bones, tempering his sinews, bones, skin, and membranes at the same time.

After a long while, Lin Fan rose to his feet, and every joint in his body exploded with sound.

"Tianyuan Sect truly lives up to its reputation as a major sect. Its inherited 'Guiyuan Heart Method' cultivates a breath of internal energy while tempering the sinews, bones, skin, and membranes... Once Qi Refining is accomplished, one can swiftly become a Seventh-Rank Martial Artist."

"I really did come to the right place in Tianyuan Sect."

Lin Fan clenched his fists, feeling the strength within his body, and could not help but feel delighted.

Then he let out a long sigh. "What a pity... Although I find this Internal Energy Cultivation Method flawless, and it perfectly suits the human bodies of my world, no matter how long I meditate in reality, I simply can't feel any progress... Is it because there's no vital energy? No... This is a game, after all. When did I start treating it as a real world?"

Lin Fan pondered silently, his expression gradually turning blank.

He walked out of the training room and saw a frail figure in the garden. Her eyes were red, and she seemed to have been crying at a plum blossom for who knew how long.

"Wuwu... Brother Fan, my father... My father, he..."

Pu Feiling held a letter from home, her eyes swollen and red, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Fan's lips moved, but he did not know how to comfort her.

He had naturally learned