Spring gave way to autumn, and the four seasons turned. In the blink of an eye, four years had passed.
That day, a streak of white light shot down from the upper slopes of Tianxing Mountain. After a few flashes, it arrived outside Xiao Yu's cave abode. The light faded, revealing a dashing figure in flowing white robes.
At first glance, she appeared to be a woman of breathtaking beauty, yet her stride and every gesture carried a distinctly masculine air. She was none other than Ling Yuling.
"Well, Brother Xiao's cave abode has even more restrictions than before, and they're stronger too!"
Ling Yuling sighed in admiration as she examined the restrictions around Xiao Yu's cave abode. Then she took out a Sound Transmission Talisman, murmured a few words, and flicked her hand. The talisman turned into a streak of red light and silently slipped into the restrictions. She then waited quietly.
Inside the cave abode, in the cultivation room, Xiao Yu was practicing in a bizarre posture, a faint white radiance shining from his body.
His feet were crossed behind his head, one hand threaded between his legs, its five fingers curled like claws to support him against the floor. His other hand was clenched into a fist and raised toward the ceiling. Veins bulged on his forehead, his eyes were wide and glaring, and his face was contorted with pain.
At a certain moment, Xiao Yu lowered his feet, stopped practicing, and began gasping for breath.
"Not only are the postures in the third level of the Brahma Saint Body Refining Art unbelievably strange, but the pain has also increased enormously. Practicing this art is sheer torment!" Xiao Yu could not help muttering.
It was already this difficult when he had only just begun. The thought of