From Douluo to Godhood: Chapter 23

Over the past few years, he had focused solely on cultivating the Heavenly Corpse Transformation without engaging in any physical training. Now that he realized absorbing a soul ring required a robust physique, a sense of urgency began to set in.

Due to the presence of the Ten-Thousand-Year Corpse Pellet within his body, the soul power he had cultivated over the last three years had been refined by the pellet, becoming incredibly toxic.

At the same time, thanks to the characteristics of a zombie, his strength and physical durability were freakishly high. Even so, he still felt it wasn't enough.

Thinking of this, he dashed out in a flash.

The sun had only just risen; the morning was the best time for a day's work, and it was the perfect time for exercise.

The sense of crisis from the heavenly tribulation hung over his head like a sharp sword. With his own life at stake, Jiang Chen dared not slack off any longer.

After running for a few minutes, Jiang Chen sensed something was wrong. With his current strength, running was far too easy for him; it provided absolutely no training effect at all.

To improve his physical strength, he had to engage in high-intensity training.

As he reached the entrance of the village, his eyes suddenly lit up when he spotted an object perfectly suited for exercise.

The men and women at the village entrance saw Jiang Chen running toward them and all shrieked as they scrambled home, locking their doors tight.

Jiang Chen curled his lip, unbothered. He had already moved back in with Old Jack, and he believed it wouldn't be long before these people realized he was no longer the same.

In front of him sat a massive stone roller, the kind used in Holy Soul Village to grind grain.

Jiang Chen ran over excitedly and hoisted the stone roller, which was several times larger than his own body, into his arms.

He weighed it in his hands; it must have been seven or eight hundred jin, feeling slightly heavy.

"Haha, not bad. From now on, I'll use you for my training."

With a hearty laugh, Jiang Chen sprinted away while clutching the stone roller.

Tang Hao's house was located right at the village entrance. Tang San had gone to the mountain to train, and for once, Tang Hao had actually woken up early.

He was sitting at his doorstep, holding a bowl of porridge Tang San had prepared. He had just taken a sip when he saw that little runt sprinting away with a massive stone roller in his arms.

"Pfft!" His eyes went wide, and he spat the porridge straight out.

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"Gulp." Tang Hao couldn't help but swallow hard, unable to hide the shock on his face.

He knew that stone roller; it weighed eight hundred jin! And that kid, Jiang Chen, was just running off with it like that?

Was he a monster?

Tang Hao's shock was difficult to quell. His Clear Sky Sect was known for its strength, but at six years old, a hundred jin of strength was considered peak performance. He had never seen anyone at age six running around with eight hundred jin of weight.

He knew his son, Tang San, possessed innate divine strength, but in front of Jiang Chen, it seemed completely insignificant.

Recalling the phenomenon of the heavenly punishment that descended when Jiang Chen awakened his martial soul yesterday, Tang Hao became even more convinced of his theory.

The Clear Sky Hammer martial soul of their Clear Sky Sect was one of the top martial souls on the Douluo Continent, but its awakening scene didn't even amount to one ten-thousandth of Jiang Chen's.

"A god-level martial soul—that must be a god-level martial soul! Only a god-level martial soul could possess such immense potential."

Tang Hao knew a few secrets regarding god-level martial souls; those who possessed them had terrifying talent and potential.

The only god-level martial soul he knew of belonged to the Angel Family of Spirit Hall. Legend had it that their exceptionally talented descendants could even possess innate soul power of level twenty upon awakening.