Stealing Lessons in the Scripture Repository

On this day, in the Savage Realm, within the Hundred Fiends Mountain Gate, in a clearing in the Back Forest Mountains.

Chen Lin had stripped off his upper garments. Veins rose and fell across his bronze skin with every breath.

His fists were like iron as he swung his arms in wide arcs, the force of his punches cleaving through the damp air. At the same time, sweat rolled down his neck into his collarbones, winding through the grooves of his muscles before being flung onto the gravel by the gusts stirred up by his fists.

After finishing a set of punches, Chen Lin looked at the Spirit Tablet he had stolen from the Patriarch's Hall and placed atop a rock.

"Patriarch, this is the Primordial Chaos Fist I'm currently cultivating. Please take a look and tell me where it still needs improvement."

Lin Yi's mental voice came from the Spirit Tablet. "It's utterly worthless. Your fists are as soft as wet cloth. You've only grasped one fraction of this fist technique's true essence."

"This disciple is dull-witted. I beg the Patriarch for guidance!"

Chen Lin stood straight and clasped his fists, his face full of respect.

Lin Yi, within the Spirit Tablet, nodded slightly. It had already been several days since Chen Lin had taken him out of the Patriarch's Hall.

Through his guidance over this period, Chen Lin's various fist techniques had improved by leaps and bounds, and he had developed an extremely high level of trust in him.

During this time, Lin Yi had also learned about this world from Chen Lin.

The world he was currently in was called the Savage Realm, where body cultivation was the primary path of cultivation.

There were ten realms of body cultivation, precisely the ten major body cultivation realms recorded