Eight Cultivation Sessions, Explosive Growth in Strength!

Beyond the town, Feng Buzhi gripped a rope and dragged Pei Chao along as he ran.

Pei Chao had run diligently enough at first, but as his stamina waned, laziness set in. So Feng Buzhi had used this method to help him.

Feng Buzhi did not run very fast.

Though he still had plenty of Abyss Points left, he did not immediately shatter his limits as before, exhaust his body completely, and then repeatedly use [Basic Cultivation Assistance] to strengthen himself.

Instead, he ran while familiarizing himself with his strengthened body.

When he had hunted Goblins for Abyss Points last night, he had discovered a drawback to consecutive strengthening: his control over his body declined.

The more he strengthened his body in succession, the worse his control became, deteriorating almost geometrically.

It was like stacking building blocks. If the lower layers were crooked, the upper layers would become even more crooked.

In the end, restoring control over his body would take even longer.

By comparison, strengthening once, adapting to his body once, and only proceeding with the next strengthening after regaining control was the best approach.

After this use of [Basic Cultivation Assistance], his physical attributes rose once more. His strength increased from 17.5 to around 19.5, while his agility, reflexes, and other aspects also received varying degrees of improvement.

Feng Buzhi soon opened the Reagent No. 5 flask from earlier and took a sip. Just as he had guessed, the pain weakened somewhat. It seemed that, through training, his body's resistance to Corpse Weird Poison had also grown stronger.

"Boss, I'm out of stamina. Let's rest for a while. I really can't go on."

Seeing Feng Buzhi slow down and drink that Reagent No. 5 which made one's entire body sting with pain, Pei Chao immediately pleaded.

At that moment, Pei Chao's mind was filled with regret.

It was not that he regretted acknowledging Feng Buzhi as his boss. He regretted the rope he had once twisted together.

Yes, this rope was made from the spider silk of that giant spider he had killed before. Now, this sturdy rope was being used on him.

When all was said and done, why had he made this rope in the first place?

In a daze, Pei Chao once again recalled his previous life.

As Caribbean pirates, they had many methods of tormenting enemies. One of them was to bind an enemy's hands and feet, then hang them from the ship into the sea.

According to his friend Hans, cowboys in the western United States also liked to tie up people's hands like this and drag them behind horses.

That was simply too vicious!

If Heaven gave him another chance, he would never use such methods to torment those traitors again.

Pei Chao looked pleadingly at Feng Buzhi ahead of him, but received not the slightest mercy.

Not only that, he vaguely felt that the force with which Feng Buzhi dragged him had become stronger again.

Pei Chao tried to resist, but it was useless.

Feng Buzhi's body clearly looked far less robust than his, yet Feng Buzhi was simply stronger and could drag him along with ease.

On top of that, under the pretext of training his resistance to Eerie Whisper, Feng Buzhi had forcibly made him drink the dizzying Reagent No. 4, leaving his head in a constant haze.

Time passed. Half an hour later, Pei Chao lost consciousness from excessive running and the dizziness caused by the reagent.

After Pei Chao woke from his faint, Feng Buzhi quickly dragged him into another run. Then, after who knew how long, he ran himself unconscious again.

And so it continued, one time after another.

After being put through this several times in a row, Pei Chao felt as though his mind was no longer clear. His legs had been torn to shreds from being dragged, and his lungs felt as if he had inhaled a whole canister of pepper, burning fiercely with every breath.

By the time he realized what was happening, Feng Buzhi had already carried him back to the town's central square once more.

Then, at Feng Buzhi's reminder, he groggily used [Basic Cultivation Assistance].

After using [Basic Cultivation Assistance], his body gradually recovered. The exhaustion, soreness, and weakness slowly faded away, only to be replaced by intense hunger.

So he began eating [Extravagant Meal] again. This time, the food consisted of two plump slabs of foie gras rich with milky fragrance.

If it had been the old him, he would certainly have savored them properly. But this time was different.

He stuffed the foie gras haphazardly into his mouth, then immediately charged toward the crowd.

He was going to escape!

Yet after taking only two steps, he discovered that Feng Buzhi had already seized his wrist. He swiftly swung his other arm in a hook punch, but Feng Buzhi easily dodged it.

After that, Feng Buzhi subdued him. Then the back of his neck took a heavy blow, and he lost consciousness once again...

Time passed, and the sky darkened once more.

In the open ground beyond the southern town wall, Feng Buzhi sensed his body as he assumed a strange posture.

His arms were bent at the elbows and held level before his chest as if embracing a ball. His wrists were flexed, palms upright, fingers pointing skyward, palms facing each other, while his shoulders, elbows, and wrists remained in the same plane.

This posture was Weituo Offers the Pestle, the first of the twelve forms of the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic.

After holding the posture for a while, Feng Buzhi quickly shifted into the second form, Horizontal Demon-Subduing Pestle, followed by the third, Palm Supporting Heaven's Gate, the fourth, Plucking Stars and Shifting the Dipper Stance, the fifth...

Over a dozen minutes, Feng Buzhi practiced the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic once more from beginning to end. The result was the same as before: he still could not sense any inner qi or true qi.

It seemed the power system of the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic was not suited to this world.

Still, it was not as though he had gained nothing. By practicing the twelve forms of the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic, he found that his control over his body had grown somewhat stronger.

If the limit of his former bodily control had been 100%, then that limit had now become 120%.

Furthermore, practicing the twelve forms of the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic had shortened the intervals between his consecutive uses of [Basic Cultivation Assistance].

After all, every use of [Basic Cultivation Assistance] reduced his control over his body, while the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic could rapidly improve it.

With the help that the Muscle-Tendon Transformation Classic provided for bodily control, he had completed eight [Basic Cultivation Assistance] sessions over the course of the day.

His strength had now risen from 19.5 to 27, leaving only the final 3 points before reaching his estimated limit of 30.

Yet those final 3 points might require more than a dozen sessions of [Basic Cultivation Assistance] to raise, and the intervals between each session would only become longer and longer.

Feng Buzhi estimated that reaching his limit might take more than five days.

This time, it was not because of bodily control that he deliberately slowed the pace of using [Basic Cultivation Assistance].

It was because his endurance had improved.

Now, after shattering his limits, his body's strength could reach 48, and the duration he could maintain it had already reached fifteen minutes.

And it was not merely fifteen minutes on its own. After fifteen minutes of shattering his limits, he would be exhausted, but he would not suffer an especially severe backlash. After resting for several dozen minutes, he could continue breaking through his limits for several more minutes.

In other words, every time he wanted to completely exhaust his physical strength from now on, it would take several hours. And as his endurance continued to improve, that time would only grow longer.

Without further thought, Feng Buzhi looked toward the bearded Pei Chao not far away.

At that moment, Pei Chao sat nearby with unfocused eyes.

Over the course of the day, while completing eight sessions of [Basic Cultivation Assistance] himself, Feng Buzhi had also helped the exhausted Pei Chao complete three sessions of [Basic Cultivation Assistance].

Perhaps because there had been no stimulation from the brink of life and death, Pei Chao's three training sessions had not been very effective.

Fortunately, night had already arrived. Now, Feng Buzhi could take Pei Chao into the Mist and continue experiencing life and death.

At that thought, Feng Buzhi revealed his usual sunny smile. "It's finally dark. We can go into the Mist to hunt and train at the same time."

At Feng Buzhi's words, a change appeared in the bearded Pei Chao's muddy, bewildered eyes. His pupils kept contracting, and his body began to tremble.

"Your body should be about ready now. Drink all of this remaining half-flask of Reagent No. 4."

As he spoke, Feng Buzhi handed the reagent to Pei Chao...