The Body Sect's Secret Technique

Li Ang spoke as he knelt, kowtowing three times.

This was the ancient apprenticeship ceremony. Seeing Li Ang so sensible, Mu Ye nodded in silence.

He flipped his palm, producing a small booklet. It looked brand new, likely a transcribed copy.

Mu Ye glanced at the booklet before handing it directly to Li Ang.

"Keep this safe. I will teach you the first method now; this secret technique is primarily divided into several parts."

"The first part is the Hidden Style. It requires you to constantly condense your muscles, suppressing your physical strength to the extreme—you could also call it sealing."

As Mu Ye spoke, he raised his hand.

The muscles in his arm began to condense, and suddenly, a massive surge of power erupted, building upon his original strength to become even more formidable.

"This is the primary function of the Hidden Style: to compress your muscles and continuously enhance their density. While it weakens your strength in the short term, it also creates a hidden reserve."

"In this state, if you encounter a powerful enemy and unleash it, the terrifying power you can manifest will far exceed anyone's imagination."

As Mu Ye spoke, he raised his hand again.

The terrifying power within his body began to slowly fade. Watching this, Li Ang's eyes lit up instantly.

He already possessed nearly a ton of strength. Practicing the Hidden Style would not only have no impact on his daily life, but it would also allow him to unleash power far greater than a ton when he chose to erupt.

It was akin to constantly nurturing sword intent; he was now treating his own body as a treasure, nurturing it to unleash greater power at the critical moment.

This was perfect for him. After all, having read many novels before transmigrating, he understood this concept very well.

Seeing Li Ang nod decisively and grasp the meaning of the Hidden Style so easily, Mu Ye's eyes brightened as well.

After all, most of those who joined the Body Sect were not particularly bright, or were simply muscle-headed men who only knew how to train.

Many of them couldn't understand these concepts when explained, so seeing Li Ang's intelligence, Mu Ye nodded.

"For this first step, practice here until you've mastered it. Once you hide your muscles, your strength will likely drop to around three hundred to four hundred kilograms."

"Of course, this won't affect your actual muscle training. Once these muscles become stronger, you can slowly increase the load. This process is equivalent to giving your muscles their first complete tempering."

After Mu Ye finished speaking, he looked at Uncle Zhang with a helpless expression.

Uncle Zhang knew these secret techniques; as a senior of that generation in the Body Sect, he naturally understood these things.

Although he hadn't been exposed to some of the core heritage, he understood these initial stages.

The reason he hadn't passed them on before was that the Body Sect strictly forbade private transmission of these techniques. However, with Mu Ye's permission, Uncle Zhang could now teach them to Li Ang.

"Alright, little Mu, you can go back now. If anything comes up, I'll contact you. Leave this child to me."

"I won't waste his talent. Of course, if you can, try to squeeze out some time to see if you can procure those special medicinal pills."

Uncle Zhang said this with a sigh. Many of the Body Sect's secret training methods required specific pills.

These were pills meant to consolidate the body's foundation and make it even more powerful.

Yet, looking at the current wealth of the Body Sect, it was clear they simply couldn't produce them.

Li Ang, however, was completely indifferent to this.

He was being nurtured every day, nourished by the power of the entire Douluo Planet.

This was no different from absorbing ten-thousand-year spirit herbs daily; it was even equivalent to absorbing a dozen such herbs combined.

In this situation, the last thing his body lacked was various forms of essence energy.

"Alright, Senior Brother, don't worry. I will find a way to get some pills. You two should head back now. Once you return, teach the child well regarding the use of techniques."

"Especially focus on controlling his muscle strength to ensure every single muscle in his body is fully developed."

After Mu Ye finished speaking, he looked at Li Ang with a complex expression.

This kid's talent was the most brilliant he had ever seen in his life—six years old with a ton of strength.

His future growth would undoubtedly be terrifying, yet this boy had already joined the Spirit Pagoda.

But as his senior brother had said, if this child didn't have the protection of the Spirit Pagoda, once he grew to a certain stage, neither the Holy Spirit Cult nor any neutral organization would let him go, given the talent he had displayed.

And by that time, no matter how strong the Body Sect was, they would never be able to protect this child.

Comforting himself with this thought, Mu Ye moved and vanished from the hotel.

The two of them returned to the Spirit Pagoda.

In the training room, Li Ang followed Mu Ye's method to temper his muscles, or rather, to perform the Hidden Style.

As he condensed his strength, Li Ang could feel his terrifying power beginning to gradually recede.

But just as the power faded slightly, in the next second, fueled by the power carried by Douluo Planet and the infusion from the Geo Archon Rex Lapis template, his muscles began to swell even more.

Feeling the power within his body constantly nourishing and contracting, Li Ang slowly closed his eyes.

He practiced for the entire night, only returning from the training room the next morning.

However, Uncle Zhang was still surprised that Li Ang could train for an entire night.

After all, a normal person would find it unbearable after just an hour. This involved hiding one's own muscles into the bones and deep into the muscle tissue, forcing them to constantly break down and regenerate.

This sensation was incredibly painful.

The pain was of a level most people could never accept, yet Li Ang's expression did not change in the slightest.

The muscles that had just been hidden—or rather, the muscles that had just begun to fuse with his bones and were constantly increasing in mass—carried with them an unbearable, agonizing pain.

Yet, as if he were completely oblivious to that extreme suffering, Li Ang ate his meal as usual, then shouldered his backpack and headed straight for school.

Standing in the training room and watching Li Ang's retreating figure, Uncle Zhang found himself swallowing hard, a rare reaction for him.

One had to understand that this level of pain was equivalent to having someone tear off a piece of your muscle every single second, shredding your blood vessels, forcing them to knit back together, and then shredding them all over again.

Such agony was simply beyond the endurance of an ordinary person.

Therefore, the more expressionless and calm the boy appeared, the more Uncle Zhang's eyes filled with shock, or perhaps a complex, indescribable emotion.

Could this kid actually be a monster? Or is he capable of ignoring pain entirely?

Back in my day, I was in agony after just half an hour. How has this kid managed to persist all night and still be so full of vigor?