With a cheat like this, if he still failed to make good use of it, heaven itself would not tolerate it.
Besides, his current situation was far from safe. If another battle broke out, he would not die, but constantly getting cut down would surely leave a bad taste in his mouth.
Cultivate. Cultivate like mad.
The early hours of the morning!
Lin Fan opened his eyes. He really could not take much more. His head felt heavy and muddled. Cultivation consumed too much mental stamina, and he was not yet strong enough to disregard rest.
At least for now, he was still mortal flesh and blood.
By his rough calculations, he could gain thirty Hard Cultivation Points a minute, which meant eighteen hundred an hour.
He glanced at the panel. Hard Cultivation Points: 7150.
He had cultivated for three hours.
Looking at the sky outside, he found the night deep and still, with only the cries of insects.
He might as well improve his strength too, but he did not have enough Hard Cultivation Points, so he could not raise it.
The next day!
Bang! Bang!
Knocking came from the door. Lin Fan had yet to adjust his body clock to this place. In the past, it would already be noon when he opened his eyes.
"Fuck, who the hell is knocking this early in the morning?" Lin Fan opened the door. Before he could react, his vision blurred, and a fat figure wrapped him in a hug.
"Junior Brother Lin, you're really alive!" Lü Qiming was so excited that tears spilled from his eyes. Everything on the battlefield remained vivid in his mind. After the battle ended, he had been taken away for treatment, but he had endured his injuries and told others about Lin Fan's deeds, begging them to find Lin Fan's body.
Later, when he heard someone say that Lin Fan had returned completely unscathed, he was so excited that he wanted to go find him immediately. However, his injuries had not allowed him to move around freely. After a night of recovery, his body had gradually improved, and he had hurried over, unable to wait any longer.
"Your sister!" Lin Fan ranted furiously inside. What is this fatty doing? This great one doesn't like men! He wanted to struggle free, but the fatty's arms were like iron hoops, holding him fast.
Lin Fan kept a calm expression. "Senior Brother Lü, I didn't expect you to survive."
Lü Qiming's round face flushed red as he said excitedly, "I thought I wouldn't make it, but you insisted that I live on carrying your will, Junior Brother Lin. I swore that I couldn't die, that I had to hold on. I'm so happy to see you again!"
"Ahem!"
Just then, a voice came from outside the door.
"Did we come at a bad time?" Yin Xiaotian stood outside, sneaking glances at the two embracing men. Then he looked at Gao Dazhuang and immediately turned his gaze away, thinking no further about it.
Gao Dazhuang merely scratched his head foolishly. "Junior Brother Lin sure is popular. Just as popular as me."
Realizing that he had gotten too excited, Lü Qiming released Lin Fan. "Sorry, senior brothers. I was just too excited to see Junior Brother Lin."
Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief. This man was far too enthusiastic-frighteningly so.
"Senior brothers, what brings you here so early?"
"Junior Brother Lin, we came to get you so we could eat at the dining hall together, then go cultivate at the training grounds," Yin Xiaotian said.
Gao Dazhuang grinned foolishly. "Junior Brother Lin, hurry up, or there won't be anything left to eat!"
He had been here for three days now, all on his own, and had made quite a few embarrassing blunders. He had never expected to be so popular now that people would come call him for breakfast in the morning. It felt pretty good.
He then washed up.
"Senior brothers, let's go."
They finished eating at the dining hall.
The four headed toward the training grounds. Although they were at war, cultivation was a discipline none of them would neglect.
"Senior Brother Yin, do all of us cultivate the Body Refining Art when we first join?" Lin Fan asked in puzzlement.
"The Body Refining Art is the foundational cultivation method practiced in the Flame Magnificence Sect during the Body Tempering Realm," Yin Xiaotian said. "Its purpose is to hone the body all the way to the Body Tempering Ninth Layer, preparing it to enter the Earthly Dipper Realm. Once you enter the Earthly Dipper Realm and generate Yuan Power, you can cultivate many methods beyond the mortal level."
"Then what cultivation methods can we practice in the Body Tempering Realm?" Lin Fan asked.
"You can practice Human Grade cultivation methods. Those can be cultivated before you've generated Yuan Power. Anything above Human Grade requires Yuan Power to activate," Yin Xiaotian explained.
Before long, they reached the training grounds.
When they arrived, Lin Fan found the sight before him rather hard to watch.
Brutal. Absolutely brutal.
Bloodstains mottled the grounds. Some people stood there letting others beat them with wooden or iron rods, while others gripped ropes with both hands and let huge rocks slam into their bodies.
This was not self-abuse. They were cultivating.
There were many ways to hone the body. One was to diligently practice the Body Refining Art, using resonance to compress the flesh.
Another was to rely on external force while circulating the Body Refining Art, subjecting the body to intense honing to accelerate cultivation.
But ordinary people could not endure this torment for long before giving up. Forcing themselves to continue could kill them.
"Junior Brother Lin, let's cultivate," Lü Qiming said. He, too, pushed himself hard to improve his strength.
"All right." Lin Fan smiled. It was time to put himself to good use, though he still harbored doubts about these methods. Could they really increase his cultivation speed?
Yin Xiaotian did not cultivate this way, as though he could not bear to mistreat his body. Gao Dazhuang, however, stripped off his clothes, revealing a body of powerful muscles.
"Come on, hit me." Gao Dazhuang drew a deep breath, his face flushing red as he held it. The muscles of his back coiled and bulged like twisting dragons, making for a truly striking sight.
Holding an iron rod, Yin Xiaotian struck Gao Dazhuang hard across the back. Gao Dazhuang, who normally wore a foolish expression, became serious and meticulous while cultivating.
He buried the pain deep, showing none of it.
Drawing on the external force as he circulated his cultivation method, his flesh gradually turned red, as though seared by raging flames. The blood within him suddenly boiled, transforming into strands of mysterious power that spread throughout his limbs and bones.
He was refining his bones, and had already reached a very high level.
Looking around, Lin Fan felt he ought to give it a try and see whether he could withstand it.
"You're Lin Fan? The Lin Fan who destroyed the war behemoth on the battlefield?" Just then, a voice came from behind him.
Lin Fan turned and saw a bare-chested man walking toward him. The man's upper body was covered in scars. Clearly, he was a fierce fellow too.
"Yes, that's me," Lin Fan said proudly. It seemed he had met a fan.
The man looked him up and down, then shook his head. "With your cultivation and build? I, Zhang Long, don't believe it."
Lin Fan was displeased. This great one worked so hard to accomplish something big, yet someone actually refuses to believe it? Isn't this fucking insulting my character?
"Then what would make you believe it?" Lin Fan felt he had to prove himself.
"I just don't believe it, that's all," Zhang Long said, turning to leave.
This left Lin Fan rather baffled. According to the usual script, he should have shown off his strength and taught this fellow a lesson. Yet the man gave him no opening at all, simply saying that and turning away.
"Zhang Long, what's that supposed to mean? Are you doubting Junior Brother Lin?" Lü Qiming could not stand it. He had personally witnessed Junior Brother Lin destroy the war behemoth without fear of death.
"Lü Qiming, what do you want? So what if I doubt him? He used to be as timid as a mouse, and now you're telling me he destroyed the war behemoth? I wouldn't believe it even if you beat me to death," Zhang Long said contemptuously.
"You..." Lü Qiming faced off against Zhang Long, momentarily at a loss for words.
Suddenly, cries of astonishment rang out.
"Holy shit, who is that disciple? Isn't he way too hardcore?"
"At that frequency, no one could withstand it, however strong their body was."
Crashes rang out.
Lü Qiming and Zhang Long looked over.
What they saw left them both dumbstruck.