Body Tempering Pill, Flesh and Blood Integration

Black Tiger Digs Heart!

Black Tiger Coils Mountain!

His body crouched slightly, transforming into a black tiger.

At this moment, Liang Qisheng's entire face and aura seemed to shift, becoming a fierce tiger visage.

Alien Tiger Transformation!

In that instant, Liang Qisheng felt as though he had become a black tiger hunting in the mountain forests.

A golden "king" character flickered atop his head, and as he moved, he exuded a majestic, awe-inspiring presence, the domineering air of a tiger roaring through the mountains.

The techniques of Black Tiger Fist continuously evolved in Liang Qisheng's hands, a tearing sensation surging from within his body.

A terrible ripping force spread relentlessly through his insides, his limbs and bones, his muscle tissues all constantly reshaping, tearing apart, and reknitting.

Turbid, grimy sweat oozed from his pores, faintly tinged with a rancid odor, then evaporated into mist by the high temperature of his skin, dispersing with his movements.

These were all impurities within his body, expelled through sweat as the Black Tiger Fist's frame ground his flesh and blood during intense exertion.

Humans eat grains and suffer toxin buildup.

Even after marrow cleansing, impurities must be expelled daily from the flesh and blood, or they will always accumulate within.

Martial arts training, through the polishing of techniques and the stretching of stances, is itself a constant refinement of flesh, blood, and bone, driving them toward qualitative change.

This is akin to the body's self-evolution cycle—not a matter of a single day or hour, not something to rush in a moment.

Especially as his entire musculature vibrated, Liang Qisheng clearly felt that with each movement, power continuously rippled through his muscles.

His bones and spine writhed as if one motion stirred the whole body, forming the undulating momentum of a great dragon, with the sensation of a fierce tiger roaring, a tiger howling through the mountains.

It seemed an invisible force infused his entire musculature, every muscle group in his body receiving immense training.

Thump! Thump!

Muscles vibrated, flesh and blood expanded, and invisible power surged upward through his bones and spine.

Liang Qisheng felt his strength, in that moment, twist together like a chain, the power of all his limbs and bones converging at a single point, rising like a tide, madly compressing.

He had already possessed the strength of one ox, and now, advancing further to the mid-stage of Flesh Refining, his muscle fibers and bone density had greatly increased, his overall force once again elevated.

And as his movements continuously swung power, a series of bone joints crackled and exploded, his elbows, knees, hands, and feet constantly striking the void, creating bursts of sound in the air—this was the impact of enhanced strength on the atmosphere.

The surrounding air, with his movements, turned into a gale of surging wind.

Centered on Liang Qisheng's body, it was like a fierce tiger coiling, its howling force sweeping across the entire training ground.

His fists and feet rose and turned, stances stacked, body undulating, kicking up dust and broken stones from the ground, swirling them into the air.

Finally, it became a storm, fallen leaves flying, instantly shredded to pieces, completely engulfing his form.

The gale on the training ground grew fiercer and fiercer.

Under the bombardment of Liang Qisheng's power, it eventually turned into a surging ocean, the shredded leaves swallowing everything around.

After a long time, the wind ceased, the drifting dust gradually settled, and finally Liang Qisheng's figure emerged.

He stood still, his clothes completely soaked, thick sweat and white steam rising from his head and limbs, his chest heaving violently.

This was the metabolic phenomenon of his body's functions undergoing further transformation.

Liang Qisheng reopened the data in his mind to view.

"Name: Liang Qisheng

Realm: Flesh Refining Late Stage.

Lifespan: 70 years.

Techniques: Black Tiger Fist 89%(+)

Ghost Slaying Blade Art (Not Yet Initiated)

Seven Kill Blood-Transforming Divine Blade! (Contains Blade Intent, Exceeds Bearing Realm, Sealed)

Auxiliary: Hundred Herb Scripture

Merit: 0!"

Liang Qisheng examined it closely and found that his lifespan had unknowingly increased by two years, reaching 70 years.

The greater improvement came from his realm, directly reaching the late stage of Flesh Refining, a rise of one minor rank.

As for Black Tiger Fist, it had only increased to 89%. This was gradually nearing the later stages, not far from mastery.

But Liang Qisheng knew that these techniques consumed more Merit Points the further they went—fast growth early on, but the Merit Point cost grew larger later.

"With my current strength, if I were to fight that Shopkeeper Lin from Nine Harmonies Hall again, in a life-or-death struggle, how many exchanges could I last?"

Liang Qisheng had an imaginary enemy in mind, a benchmark for combat.

But just then, a feeling of panic suddenly surged from his stomach, as if countless ants were gnawing at his intestines.

Liang Qisheng's face turned deathly pale. He rose on the spot, forcing back his hunger as he rushed to his room, where he had long prepared a stockpile of supplies.

Liang Qisheng grabbed the large chunk of beef on the table and half a jug of heated wine, gulping it down in big mouthfuls, eating the meat with the wine.

The liquor wasn't strong—just farmhouse rice wine—and with over ten catties of beef, it could temporarily stave off the hunger.

"It always hits like this. The body's functions drain too much, and the instinctive compensation mechanism demands a massive influx of external energy to replenish."

"Lucky I'm training in martial arts now. My stomach churns faster, my digestion is freakishly efficient—otherwise, I'd really starve to death."

Liang Qisheng downed the last mouthful of rice wine from the jug, swallowed the beef that his teeth had ground into pulp, and finally let out a slow breath.

With his current realm advancement, each time required more and more food, and the hunger grew fiercer.

Clearly, the higher the realm, the more energy the body needed.

Even after wolfing down over ten catties of meat in one go, his belly only rose and fell slightly. His teeth ground even bones to powder before it all slid down.

The vast amount of food passed through his enhanced stomach, digested as if merely going through the motions, directly turning into nutrients that flowed to every part of his body, rapidly absorbed to balance his internal energy.

"Next, I'll need the Body Tempering Pill."

At this stage, Liang Qisheng instead began to scheme over medicinal pills.

Since entering the inner courtyard of Yama Gate, Master Chen had held him in high regard, refining many details of martial practice that he had previously been unaware of. His foundation was far from solid.

In this situation, external pills could be used to temper the body. Among them, the Body Tempering Pill could solidify the foundation and enhance physical strength.

Earlier, Liang Qisheng had absorbed medicinal decoctions, soaked in herbal baths, and supplemented with the Body Nourishing Pill—the same principle applied.

"Poor scholars, rich martial artists" was no empty saying. A martial artist's cultivation was like sailing against the current—forge ahead or fall behind.

Martial arts advanced step by step, tempering flesh, blood, bones, sinews, and skin through gradual accumulation, where quantitative change led to qualitative transformation.

In this process, the medicinal properties of these pills settled into the flesh, blood, and membranes, circulating through the body with the bloodstream, thereby enhancing physical strength and solidifying the foundation.