One hour, two hours, three hours.
In the blink of an eye, three hours had passed. The area around the Spirit Spring was packed with female disciples, all staring in shock at Ye Lin in the center of the spring.
They bathed in the Spirit Spring every day, but even the longest they had ever managed was less than twenty minutes. The spring was beneficial, but they still had to endure the pain.
Yet Ye Lin had already soaked for a full three hours, leaving them utterly astonished.
"Master, do you think he might be dead? He hasn't moved in three hours."
"Exactly, Master. Shouldn't we pull him out? He's a personal disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect. If he dies here in the Bamboo Sect..."
The female disciples surrounding them looked anxiously at Chu Xue as they voiced their concerns.
"No need. He's undergoing a transformation."
At their urging, Chu Xue only smiled faintly, though inwardly she sighed.
Your sister really took on a fine disciple. Just this much perseverance already puts him ahead of ninety-nine percent of his peers.
"About time."
Suddenly, Ye Lin opened his eyes. The skin on his body began to slough off, revealing fresh, flawless, snow-white skin beneath.
That skin held astonishing defensive power.
"Even if a Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator used a martial skill, I could withstand one hit with my body alone. This is incredible."
Feeling his newly strengthened skin, Ye Lin marveled inwardly.
He was probably the only one who could make such a claim. Even experts at Foundation Establishment Late Stage wouldn't dare say they could withstand an attack from someone at Foundation Establishment Early Stage using nothing but their bodies.
Their strengths lay in cultivation, combat power, and spiritual energy—not their physiques.
After that thought, Ye Lin plunged