Golden Crocodile Body Refining Method, First Stage: Willpower

Bibi Dong left with Bibi Han.

Afterward, another person appeared beside Golden Crocodile Douluo. If Bibi Han had been there, he would definitely have recognized him as the old man who had appeared on the Seventh Level of the Library Pavilion.

"Big Brother, why didn't we kill that child? Whether in talent or perseverance, that child is exceptionally formidable. The distance he ran even surpassed Little Xue's. Given time, he'll become another Tang Chen."

"You know my character. Since I've taken on a disciple, I will fulfill a master's duties."

The only person Golden Crocodile would call Big Brother was Spirit Hall's Great Enshriner, Qian Daoliu.

"I have my own considerations regarding this matter. Go ahead and do as you please," Qian Daoliu replied.

Afterward, Qian Daoliu returned beneath the Angel Statue and recalled what Bibi Han had said during their conversation.

If the empire and the nobles really are like this, then one day, I will flatten them all!

Qian Daoliu said faintly, "I heard your resolve in those words. If you side with them in the future, then even if it means bullying the weak, even if Spirit Hall splits apart because of it, even if it means breaking the agreement between Tang Chen and me, I will still erase you."

Inside a room in the Papal Palace, Bibi Han woke from a large barrel that exuded the fragrance of medicinal herbs. At that moment, he wore only a pair of shorts.

"Little Han, you're awake." A sissy voice came from nearby.

"Grandpa Ju, why am I here?"

"You passed out from exhaustion. Your Majesty the Pope sent you here to recuperate."

"But Little Han, you really are impressive. You actually passed Second Worship's test."

This was a medicinal bath. Every generation of Spirit Hall's top geniuses underwent such treatment. These medicinal baths were essential for ensuring they could continue training without leaving behind hidden injuries, and they could also strengthen the user's physique.

"Little Han, are you still sore anywhere?" Ju Douluo asked.

"No."

"Not at all?!"

"Mm."

"How strange. No matter how good the herbs are, they couldn't possibly restore you completely. It's not like you were injured."

"Little Han, Second Worship told you to return to that courtyard once you woke up."

After getting dressed, Bibi Han arrived at that courtyard. Golden Crocodile was sitting in a chair, drinking tea.

Seeing Bibi Han arrive, he said blandly, "Although you passed my test, I still need to see your future performance before I let you call me Master."

Bibi Han replied, "That's for the best. It'll save you from being incapable and still taking advantage of my future self."

Although he had heard from Grandpa Ju that Second Worship's body-refining method was peerless on the continent, he could not talk himself up too much. Otherwise, it would be showing weakness.

"Good kid. Training starts now."

Golden Crocodile stood up, and a wave of pressure descended upon Bibi Han. His body was forced slightly crooked under the crushing force.

"Go run. Run until you reach the same state as before!"

The powerful pressure was applied with perfect precision, pressing upon every part of Bibi Han's body and allowing him to train in every aspect. One had to marvel at Golden Crocodile's control over Soul Power.

Bibi Han began to run, staying within the range of Golden Crocodile's pressure.

That bastard Golden Crocodile could actually keep up the pressure while drinking tea. He looked utterly at ease.

After a long while, Bibi Han's consciousness grew increasingly hazy. Remembering what Golden Crocodile had said before training, he wanted to collapse.

Golden Crocodile's slightly mocking voice rang out. "Don't deliberately fall over. Otherwise, I'll have you get lost immediately."

"Old man, who are you looking down on?" Bibi Han replied with difficulty.

He kept running until he truly lost consciousness. At that instant, Golden Crocodile withdrew the pressure, picked Bibi Han up, and tossed him to Ju Douluo to continue soaking in the medicinal bath.

Then he returned to run again, ran until he soaked, and repeated the process for an entire day.

That night, Bibi Han returned to his room and collapsed straight onto the bed. He had never been this exhausted before. Bibi Han's body was holding up fine, but his mind was truly close to being drained dry.

A knock sounded at the door. When it opened, it was his mother, Bibi Dong.

"Han'er, how was your training?"

"Mm, very good. Although it's tedious, it's extremely effective."

"Get some proper rest."

"Mm. Good night, Mother."

The next day, at dawn, a figure pushed open the door and directly hauled Bibi Han out of bed.

"Get up. Time to cultivate."

"Damn it, old man, are you serious? It's only just dawn. Isn't this too early?"

Golden Crocodile replied irritably, "Hmph, this is exactly the right time. Do you know how many geniuses give up sleep to cultivate? You'll have to do the same from now on."

"Get up!" he added before leaving. A master could only lead one through the door; cultivation depended on the individual. Golden Crocodile only ever reminded his disciples once. If they did not listen, they could get lost.

After getting up, Bibi Han went straight to that courtyard. Seeing him arrive, a faint smile appeared at the corner of Golden Crocodile's mouth.

"Old man, are we continuing like yesterday?"

"More or less, but put these on."

Four pieces of cloth were tossed to Bibi Han. They looked like the compression gear athletes wore in his previous life, covering only the arms and legs. The arm pieces weighed five jin each, and the leg pieces weighed ten jin each. Combined with Golden Crocodile's oppressive aura, this was practically trying to work him to death.

"Old man, isn't this a little too soon?"

"You're a genius with Innate Level 20 soul power. There isn't even a third person like you on the entire continent. You've already adapted to yesterday's training, so naturally, we need to increase the intensity."

"Put them on and start running."

The oppressive aura descended again, even stronger than yesterday's.

And so, day after day, Bibi Han trained until he passed out. Every time he adapted, the difficulty increased.

Three months later, wearing two hundred jin of weights and enduring an oppressive aura that even a Soul Grandmaster could not withstand, Bibi Han ran twenty li.

After Golden Crocodile declared the first stage of training complete, Bibi Han removed the weights and bent over with his hands on his knees, gasping for breath.

Three months had passed. Bibi Han's skin looked no different from how it had been three months ago; the blazing sun had barely affected it. But his expression had changed drastically. His eyes now held determination, as well as respect for Golden Crocodile—though the way he addressed him had not changed.

Aside from his expression, Bibi Han's physique had also changed greatly. He had become sturdier, stronger, and more muscular, brimming with powerful strength.

Because of the Blue Silver God, he did not look particularly bulky while clothed. But once naked, he would absolutely make any straight woman blush. He looked slim in clothes, but was all muscle underneath—that described him perfectly.

"Alright. Tomorrow, we begin the second stage of training. Wait for me here again." Golden Crocodile left after saying that.