Thirty Thousandfold Acceleration

A surge of formidable energy welled up inside Lin Fan. His body trembled slightly, and faint ripples spread through the air around him. Countless streams of Inner Qi roared and spiraled through him, raising his cultivation even faster.

Thirty-thousandfold Cultivation Acceleration was beyond anything the former twenty-thousandfold acceleration could match.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged on a cushion, his back straight. Every inch of flesh felt as though it were being scoured and hammered by a violent force.

A hot current flowed along his meridians and spread through his limbs. Every pore on his body opened, releasing steady wisps of white vapor. In the cool air, they gathered into hazy clouds around him.

Before long, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on Lin Fan's forehead.

Still, Lin Fan focused on circulating his cultivation technique. It was uncomfortable, but he felt he could endure it.

He knew perfectly well that rapid progress in cultivation never came easily. The path of martial arts was a search for answers amid hardship.

Martial artists without a system had it countless times harder than he did. What was a little pain to him?

If he endured it, he could reach the late Transforming Force Realm within half a year. With greater strength, he could protect Su Qingwei, their two children, and his younger sister Lin Ruoruo's family, and let them live in peace.

Besides, although he had raised the Cultivation Acceleration multiplier, he had less time to cultivate each day. He still needed to spend three double-hours refining pills later.

A day held only twelve double-hours, and each double-hour was two hours long. Thinking of it that way, Lin Fan felt he could bear it.

After Lin Fan had cultivated for more than half a double-hour, the sound of loaded wagon wheels rattling over the ground