The coarse iron sand was filled with sharp, pointed protrusions.
If a ranked martial artist circulated inner energy and fired this iron sand, its power would be no less than that of a shotgun.
But Zou Feng was clearly planning to use this iron sand to scrub himself.
That's right—not bathe, but scrub.
He leaped into a large wooden tub specially used for soaking and continuously twisted his body amid the iron sand.
From time to time, he used his hands to rub the iron sand over every part of his body.
He especially did not spare the most vulnerable parts of the human body.
That alone was nothing. Before scrubbing himself, Zou Feng had also taken all manner of pills required to cultivate the Calamity Ember Undying Body.
Though these pills could replenish bodily damage, their greater effect was to stimulate every organ in the body, forcing them to operate at an accelerated rate regardless of the cost and overdrawing his potential.
The Calamity Ember Undying Body was a true martial art that could only be cultivated after reaching the ranks. Naturally, it was not merely external body tempering; the insides had to be trained along with it.
"Ohohoho—"
"Ow! Ah—oh—"
Naturally, scrubbing with iron sand came with all kinds of strange cries.
Of course, those were for others to hear.
At this moment, the one who truly ought to have been crying out was Qian Kun, the top-ranked patron.
But this was only the beginning. Once the Calamity Ember Undying Body was mastered thoroughly, Qian Kun would probably scream himself hoarse.
Watching this scene, Zhao Tianhu remained fairly calm, but Liu Chun and Xiong Datian were terrified out of their wits.
This wasn't practicing martial arts at all. It was plainly self-harm.
Usually, Fragrance Master Zou seemed perfectly