Auxiliary Cultivation

Lin Qi moved again. He continued circling the room, his hands drifting slowly through the air, his body swaying like a frail willow in the wind as he followed a circular path. His movements were slow, yet fully extended. Sweat streamed constantly from his body, and gradually, a wet ring appeared on the floor around the room.

Thin jets of blood occasionally burst from Lin Qi's body, but they quickly stopped. Following the paths of his meridians, he blasted open and ruptured one acupoint after another, then swiftly repaired them. All three hundred and sixty-five blood points across his body burst open in succession, until specks of blood merged into patches that slowly trickled down his skin.

Osmanthus Tree's unhurried voice sounded in Lin Qi's mind.

"Have you ever seen a tree trunk that has been chopped? So long as it receives enough nourishment afterward, the wounded part will form a scar. That place becomes far harder than an ordinary trunk. It is like the scars on a human body—they are tougher than normal skin and muscle."

"It is like forging iron: destroy the body again and again, then repair it again and again."

"Your body already has a certain foundation, but that foundation is fragile. That is why you must train your body even harder. Possessing a powerful fleshly body will greatly benefit your future development. You cannot feel it yet, but once you break through this so-called Saint realm and reach the Enlightener realm, you will understand just how many benefits a powerful body can bring."

"That Venerable Duowen you killed—his physical body... simply had not been tempered to sufficient strength. That was why you were able to kill him."

Lin Qi drew deep breaths. Another acupoint burst open, and the vast essence of blood and vitality from