Devilish Training!

Damn! This smell... why is it like those energizing, mind-clearing things from my past life? Lin Fan muttered inwardly, though he did not dare let even a hint of it show on his face.

"Drink it. It will benefit your cultivation," Qian Daoliu ordered.

Lin Fan pulled a long face and cautiously took a sip. The taste was bitter and astringent, carrying an inexplicable chill that shot straight to the top of his head.

He nearly spat it out, but when he thought of how it might be a shortcut to greater strength, he could only grit his teeth and down it in one gulp.

Before long, he felt a warm current rise from his dantian and rapidly spread through his limbs and body. It was as though his entire being had been ignited, filling him with strength.

"Not bad. Now, your training begins." Qian Daoliu nodded in satisfaction, then his expression darkened and became utterly stern.

"First task: weighted flight! Strap twenty jin of iron blocks to your legs and fly around this mountain thirty times!"

As he spoke, he tossed several iron blocks from his Soul Tool.

Lin Fan looked at the iron blocks that had suddenly appeared by his feet, and his eye twitched violently—this Old Man was serious!

"Grandpa Qian, I'm only six..." Lin Fan tried to struggle.

"After awakening the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, your physical fitness should already be at the level of a Soul Grandmaster. After absorbing your first Soul Ring, you will be comparable to a Soul Elder." Qian Daoliu lifted the iron chains expressionlessly. "Do you need me to tie them on for you?"

"I'll do it myself!" Resigned to his fate, Lin Fan crouched down, cursing wildly in his heart. Is this training or attempted murder? Even Tang San in the original story didn't have it this bad!

The moment the chains fastened around his ankles, Lin Fan staggered and nearly fell.

"Begin!" Qian Daoliu gave the order. "No soul skills!"

The Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul possessed him in an instant!

With a beat of his six wings, Lin Fan shot into the sky, hauling the heavy iron blocks as he began circling the mountain.

One lap, two laps... after ten laps, Lin Fan was already panting heavily, his clothes soaked through with sweat.

But Qian Daoliu had no intention of letting him off. Standing at the foot of the mountain, he stared coldly at Lin Fan without even blinking.

One careless moment later, Lin Fan crashed into a tree with a bang, feathers scattering everywhere.

"Your control is terrible." Qian Daoliu frowned. "Rest for a moment, then add five more laps."

"Damn it. Old Man, do you have any—" Lin Fan's protest was smashed back down his throat by an apple flying straight at him.

The Old Man's voice drifted over lazily. "No objections, or I'll add more."

And so, relying on sheer determination, Lin Fan forcefully completed all thirty laps of weighted flight.

When he returned after the final lap and landed, his legs were shaking like sieves.

Only then did Qian Daoliu reveal a faint smile of satisfaction. "Not bad, boy. You have some perseverance. But this is only the beginning. The training ahead will be even harsher. If you can endure it, your future achievements will be limitless!"

At noon, when Bibi Dong arrived with the intention of watching a show, she witnessed this scene:

Her disciple was sprawled across the training platform like a dead dog, the chains on his feet clinking while Qian Daoliu used Holy Light to heal the bruises on his back.

"Dead?" Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow.

"Not yet. With me here, he won't die." Qian Daoliu calmly withdrew his hand. "What are you here for?"

"To watch."

"To watch? Then watch." Qian Daoliu shrugged, utterly unconcerned with Bibi Dong's attitude.

Lin Fan lay facedown on the ground, gasping for air. He felt as if his lungs were about to explode.

"Rest is over." Qian Daoliu nudged Lin Fan's rear with his foot, then continued, "Training resumes!"

Yet when Lin Fan heard the words "training resumes," excitement flashed through his eyes.

That was right—excitement!

The effects of that bowl of Spiritual Dew Broth had begun to show. His stamina was recovering at an astonishing rate, and his entire body was overflowing with inexhaustible energy.

"Second task: gravity training. Five times gravity. Endure for one shichen!" Qian Daoliu announced expressionlessly.

At that moment, Golden Crocodile Douluo stepped out from the side. "Are you ready?"

Lin Fan gritted his teeth and climbed to his feet.

"I'm ready!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo silently raised his right hand and shouted sharply:

"Right Arm Soul Bone Skill, Gravity Suppression!"

In an instant, Lin Fan felt as though an enormous mountain had been placed on top of him. Even breathing became difficult.

But he did not give up. Driven by that inexplicable excitement, he forcibly straightened his back.

One, two, three... Lin Fan counted silently in his heart. Sweat poured down like rain, and his clothes had long since been drenched.

Yet his gaze grew ever firmer, and his movements increasingly fluid.

In less than twenty minutes, Lin Fan had completely adapted to five times gravity and began running around the field. He grew faster and faster. Although his form remained improper, neither Qian Daoliu nor Golden Crocodile said anything.

He just kept running, as though he could not feel fatigue at all.

"Grand Priest, did you drug him?" Bibi Dong watched her disciple sprint madly, swallowing in shock.

Golden Crocodile Douluo stood beside her, dumbfounded. Though he had high hopes for Lin Fan, he had never expected him to adapt to five times gravity so quickly.

"Th-this kid is a monster, isn't he?"

Qian Daoliu, meanwhile, wore a gratified smile. This was how someone favored by two gods ought to be.

An hour and a half later, Lin Fan finished his gravity training. Though his face was pale, his eyes shone even more brightly.

"Grandpa Qian, I can keep going!" Lin Fan shouted, his voice brimming with confidence.

Qian Daoliu nodded, thinking to himself, This boy truly is an excellent seedling for cultivation.

The training that followed grew even harsher, but Lin Fan became more and more excited as he trained, as though he had no idea what fatigue was.

After watching all of the morning's training, Bibi Dong and Golden Crocodile were both stunned. This "grandfather and grandson" pair had trained themselves to the point of forgetting heaven and earth!

If they had not seen Qian Daoliu occasionally take out recovery pills and release Holy Light to treat and restore Lin Fan,

Bibi Dong would definitely have stopped such a body-damaging training method.

But that was Qian Daoliu's Holy Light!

Light with a sacred attribute naturally possessed healing and purifying effects, not to mention the Holy Light released by Qian Daoliu, a Limit Douluo with the Ultimate Sacred Attribute.

Since Lin Fan could withstand this devilish training and even enjoy it, she had no reason as his master to stop him.

Besides, she was using someone else's resources to train her own disciple.

Why not?

As the sun slanted westward, Qian Daoliu finally raised his hand and called a halt. Lin Fan crashed to the ground like a rotten log. His Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul automatically withdrew, and steam rose from his entire body, making him look like a freshly steamed bun.

"Training is over." The Old Master kicked his calf lightly. "I have a gift for you."

After using Holy Light to restore him for a while, Qian Daoliu took out a large box, one meter wide, from his Soul Tool and handed it to him. "Open it."

Lin Fan panted heavily, barely propping himself up as he reached out and flipped open the lid—

A Brilliant Golden Light instantly dazzled his eyes.

Only after he adjusted to the intense light did he see clearly that inside the box was a golden right arm bone.