This method blazed a different trail, focusing on developing the human body itself—an inexhaustible treasure trove.
Through self-visualization and external stimulation, it opened the many hidden acupoints and secret apertures within the body, drawing out deeply buried potential.
Upon reaching minor mastery, one could wield several thousand jin of force, move as swiftly as a cheetah, possess sinews and bones as tough as iron, and strengthen the soul beyond that of ordinary mortals.
At its peak, it could make the flesh nearly indestructible, grant a colossal force of one hundred thousand jin, speed surpassing sound, immunity to water and fire, and a body impervious to blades and spears. Every punch and kick would contain immense might—truly a humanoid beast.
What made Han Feiyu even more overjoyed was that the cultivation essentials and supplementary medicinal herbs clearly listed in this technique suited him perfectly.
So long as he met those conditions, the difficulty of cultivation would plummet, and his progress would advance by leaps and bounds.
The so-called essential conditions were:
First, one had to be surnamed Han.
Second, one had to have dark skin.
Third, one had to possess an utterly ordinary face, impossible to pick out once thrown into a sea of people.
The supplementary medicinal herbs were Seven-Star Grass, Dragon-Elephant Root, Windwalker Seed, Ironclad Vine, and Heavenly Dew Fruit.
As he looked at these conditions, Han Feiyu's mouth fell wider and wider open, while his heart pounded like a war drum.
Surnamed Han?
His surname was Han!
Dark skin?
He had been dark ever since he was little.
An ordinary face?
Don't even mention it. From childhood to adulthood, no one had ever called him handsome. The only praise he got was the perfunctory, "This child sure looks spirited."
Then he looked at those supplementary medicinal herbs—weren't they