Climbing Mount Buzhou

After a while, Chen Yu finally staggered to his feet, bruised and swollen. In the end, he still hadn't managed to protect his head.

With two black eyes, he shot Houtu a resentful look. He hadn't said anything that excessive, had he? Did she really have to hit him that hard?

Although Houtu had been extremely measured and hadn't truly injured him, his whole body still ached. Even cultivating the Indestructible Scripture did nothing to help.

"Alright, I was actually helping you temper your body." Houtu glanced sideways at Chen Yu and spoke with perfect seriousness. Our Ancestral Witches may have been losers, but was it really okay for you to say that so openly in front of me? Does Houtu not have any pride?

Chen Yu nodded without arguing. He was worried that if he refuted her, he would receive another vicious beating. It was better to go along with her.

He still couldn't defeat Houtu. He would have to wait until his strength surpassed hers before speaking freely; otherwise, he was liable to get beaten.

When he tried to circulate his Divine Power to reduce the swelling and ease the pain, he discovered that a force within the sore areas was preventing him from doing so. He glanced at Houtu suspiciously. She wouldn't harm him, would she?

He did not ask aloud. Instead, he mobilized even more Divine Power and gathered it at one of the swollen, painful spots, surrounding and attacking the force that was hindering his recovery.

Once he wore that force away completely, he found that his Divine Power had become even purer. His gaze sharpened at once. After immediately examining his origin and finding nothing wrong with it, he finally sighed in relief.

He did not dwell on it further. As he walked outside,