City.
Thud, thud, thud!
Heavy footsteps drew the sidelong glances of pedestrians on the street.
An ordinary-looking young man was trudging along with great difficulty.
Faced with this, Xiao Hei, who was walking ahead, looked back at Chen Changsheng and said,
"Although tempering the flesh is an indispensable part of cultivation, you don't need to take it this far, do you?"
Hearing Xiao Hei's complaint, Chen Changsheng smiled. "Ten years to grind a sword, one day to test its gleaming edge."
"Cultivation is a process of constant accumulation. The Chen Changsheng of the past always liked taking shortcuts, never realizing that there had never been shortcuts on the path of cultivation."
"The world only knows that Thirteen's sword slew Candle Dragon and shook the land, but they do not know that Thirteen swung his sword ten thousand times every day, come rain or shine."
"I no longer have any obstacle when it comes to accumulating strength, but my control over that strength has yet to reach its pinnacle."
"If I want absolute control over my strength, the only way is to train day and night."
Receiving this answer, Xiao Hei rolled his eyes. "Even so, you didn't need to add so much weight to yourself."
"Without cultivation to support you, you're nothing more than an ordinary mortal now."
"You've placed five thousand jin of weight on this mortal body. Aren't you afraid you'll train it into ruin?"
"You should know that this body doesn't belong to you alone..."
"Can a mortal body withstand five thousand jin of weight?"
Before Xiao Hei could finish, Chen Changsheng immediately refuted him.
Xiao Hei was instantly left speechless.
Because mortals truly could not bear such immense weight.
Seeing that Xiao Hei had nothing to say, Chen Changsheng said seriously, "The Chen Changsheng of the