In the courtyard, Shen Changchuan stood in an open patch of ground in the rear yard, Ahead of him was a protruding boulder, as tall as a person and as thick as two people embracing it.
Its material was incomparably hard, difficult to deal with.
Thus, when the original owner had built the house, unwilling to spend great effort clearing it away, he could only helplessly leave it there.
At this moment, Shen Changchuan had his eyes closed, standing perfectly still, facing the boulder before him.
His mind sank into its deepest depths, his perception spreading to every corner of his body.
He began to circulate his internal power.
With each breath, streams of force shifted and roamed unstably throughout his body.
Under the deliberate guidance of his mind, they continuously gathered along his right hand.
No one knew how long passed.
Then, suddenly, his eyes snapped open, and a sharp edge as tangible as substance seemed to flash through the air.
Bang!
Shen Changchuan planted one foot on the packed earth of the yard, leaving behind a bowl-sized crater as fine cracks spread outward.
The next instant, Whoosh!
Shen Changchuan's figure seemed to vanish in an instant, turning into a gray afterimage. Within a breath, he crossed several zhang and closed in on the boulder like lightning!
Midway through, Shen Changchuan pressed his fingers together like a sword.
In that instant, the force throughout his body gathered like a tide, condensing upon a single point at his fingertips!
Focused at one point, reaching the very summit of perfection!
Riiip!
The moment his finger-sword thrust out, the air was pierced like thin paper, releasing a piercing shriek!
A visible pale aura flared from Shen Changchuan's fingertips, carrying spiraling, distorted ripples as it crashed fiercely into the surface of the iron-hard