Special Physique, Eight Shackles Broken, Mortal Shell Shed!

As the thought flashed through Meng Chuan's mind, his steps faltered for an instant. In the blink of an eye, he vanished.

He was heading to Shaolin Temple's cultivation ground, the Western Sage Hall.

To practice his fists. To train his hard-body arts.

Roar!

An innate pressure surged, and a dragon's roar and an elephant's bellow rang across heaven and earth.

Golden light radiated from Meng Chuan's body. His swelling muscles writhed like pythons and dragons, gleaming like red-hot gold bricks beneath the light.

Scorching waves rolled outward in rings, filling the entire cultivation ground with a suffocating, charred heat.

Ever since the Prajna Dragon-Elephant Art had become part of him and the "sun" had risen, even his Horizontal Training could wreak havoc on his surroundings.

While circulating his power, he could not restrain his body the way he normally did.

A slight lift of his hand could whip up a hurricane. One shift of his feet could casually shatter the ground beneath him.

But standing in the sky felt insubstantial. He could find no purchase there.

He could always seek out Master Bai Bao afterward to "reload his save"...

But he could not do that every day.

His master had cultivation of his own. He could not spend all his time revolving around Meng Chuan.

That made a cultivation ground the best choice for Horizontal Training.

Of course, Meng Chuan was now Senior Brother Meng of Shaolin Temple. The real reason was that he could use the grounds for free...

"Senior... Brother Meng..."

Grandmaster Shi Wu, Jueming's master and the guardian of the cultivation ground, looked as black as soot beneath a pot. He forced the words through clenched teeth.

Last time, Meng Chuan had been "kid." What dogshit luck had let him become Dingguang's disciple?

In the blink