He clenched his fists hard, feeling an inexhaustible strength throughout his body, his blood surging ceaselessly like rivers.
For no apparent reason, an utterly absurd thought surfaced in Song Yan's mind.
The next time he saw Li Yi, he could fight him barehanded and test just how strong his body had become.
But he quickly snuffed out that thought.
Unlike his own physique, built up with Heavenly Treasures and Earthly Treasures, Li Yi's martial body had been forged through real, deadly combat on battlefields since childhood.
He had better not ask for trouble.
At the same time, Song Yan began considering finding some fist and palm arts to practice in his spare time.
The reason was simple: what the nameless mnemonic said.
The method of tempering the body with demon blood merely allowed one to effectively absorb the power contained in the demon race's essence blood into the body.
During this process, the enormous difference in physical strength between human cultivators and demon cultivators produced an immediate improvement.
However, most of the demon power would remain within the cultivator's limbs and bones. Only through fighting, being wounded and healing, or practicing body-tempering martial arts could it be absorbed rapidly.
He wondered whether Li Yi or Han Yuan had anything like that. If he returned to the sect, he could ask them.
At worst, he could trade some spirit stones or something they needed for it.
After tidying the room, he calmed his mind and focused.
At last, he summoned the ownerless spirit in the shape of a crow from the Two-Pole Realm.
The crow landed on his shoulder and tilted its head to look at him.
Song Yan sat cross-legged in the center of the meditation chamber, Unmoored Boat laid across his knees.
Closing his eyes, he carefully recalled the