Fortune in Hand-If You Object, Fight!

The Stone Spear's voice kept ringing in his ears. Though it made him somewhat uncomfortable, it had drawn back the curtain on a whole new world!

So the Great Wilderness was this vast, its heaven's chosen as plentiful as rain, each with their own fortunes. For the descendants of those ancient great clans, being born into such powerful races was itself a kind of fortune!

Of course, being born into a great clan did not guarantee heaven-flooding fortune. Even on Qingyang Mountain, resources were put to their fullest use. Only the most gifted boys and young men in the tribe received its unceasing support. Only then could the tribe develop faster and win more resources.

"As you are now, you can just barely stand alongside the descendants of the great ancient clans, or even the mutant young of certain fierce beasts. In this little corner you inhabit, you're strong enough to roam unhindered among your peers."

After speaking for so long, the Stone Spear finally said something Qingyang Huan found rather difficult to get used to. Was the Stone Spear praising him? Yet it sent a shiver down his spine. No matter how he listened, something sounded wrong.

"Then where would I rank now among my peers of the Great Wilderness's many races?"

"At the bottom. Among your peers of the myriad races of the Great Wilderness, those who could slaughter you are still as numerous as the hairs on an ox!"

He had heard those words from the Stone Spear when he first awakened it. Back then, he had not even reached the Body Casting Extreme Realm. Yet in just one short year, he had come this far, with thirty thousand jin of blood strength.

"Doesn't that mean there are many powerful beings in the Great Wilderness?"

"Correct. The powerful beings in the Great Wilderness are countless beyond measure. In the struggle between the myriad races, weakness leaves only the road to death."

At that moment, a trace of solemnity seeped into the Stone Spear's tone.

"Once you leave this land, you'll understand just how vast the true outside world is, and how wondrous the fortunes of those heaven's chosen are. They inspire shock, even despair, making others lament being born in the same era."

Faced with the Stone Spear's words, Qingyang Huan gently shook his head, clearly disagreeing!

Besides, the Stone Spear seemed much more talkative today than usual. Saying so much for no reason was hardly its style. Suddenly, a glimmer flashed through his eyes, and he said:

"Senior Stone Spear, since you've told me so much, does that mean you have a way for me to keep improving?"

In the Qingyang Mountain Range, five days earlier, every member of the Qingyang Tribe had clearly seen that wolf-smoke column of Blood Qi piercing the heavens above the ancestral hall.

Their young master had attained the Body Casting Extreme Realm!

What puzzled the tribespeople, however, was that five days had passed, yet their young master still had not emerged from the ancestral hall. In the valley outside it, little children gathered together, constantly guessing when Brother Huan would come out.

"Aah..."

At sunset, just as wisps of smoke rose all over Qingyang Mountain and the fragrance of meat filled the air, a howl of agony rang throughout the mountain range!

What had happened?!

The scream pierced the slightly darkened mountains. Both the men of Qingyang and the women busy preparing food involuntarily headed toward the valley at the center of the mountain range.

That agonized cry had come from the valley, and they had also recognized whose voice it was.

It was their own young master, Qingyang Huan!

What on earth had happened? Their young master was a genius who had attained the Body Casting Extreme Realm. Why would he let out such an agonized scream?!

In a stone courtyard in the mountains, a snot-nosed child clutched a beast's leg almost as big as himself, wolfing it down without even caring that grease smeared his whole body.

"What's wrong with Brother Huan? Did Uncle Chief beat him again? Poor Brother Huan. Lu'er is well-behaved, though. Daddy never hits me."

Right afterward, the child's attention returned to the beast's leg as he buried his head in it again.

Inside the stone house.

The young master who had caused an uproar throughout the tribe lay sprawled on the stone bed like a heap of mud, bean-sized beads of sweat soaking his whole body as he gasped for breath.

The Blood Qi that had surged through his body like a mighty river had now poured away in a thousand-li torrent!

That was right. He had started cultivating all over again!

He had restarted once more, and this time after reaching the very peak of the Body Forging Realm!

Before him stood piles of jars filled with pure Blood Qi, resources prepared for his recultivation!

Since meeting the Stone Spear, he seemed to have endured this agony of ten thousand ants gnawing at him several times already. He struggled upright into a cross-legged position. A Body Casting formula manifested in his mind, and he began cultivating anew!

This was not one of the Qingyang Tribe's Five Body Forging Methods, but another new Body Casting formula the Stone Spear had given him. Though both were Body Casting formulas, they emphasized different things.

Taking the Blood Refining stage as an example, the twelve blood vessels might be the same, but the body contained countless networks of tiny vessels. No single Body Casting formula could fully open all these networks, and each step of a formula placed a different emphasis on tempering them.

Starting over with a different Body Casting formula meant uncovering the places within his body that Qingyang's Five Body Forging Methods had not tempered, then blending and bringing them together.

This round of recultivation was much easier than his first time cultivating. After all, reaching the Body Casting Extreme Realm earlier had already opened his body throughout, leaving only minute differences.

He remained completely secluded in the stone house, and five months passed just like that. The tribespeople had even unconsciously forgotten that their young master was still in seclusion in the ancestral hall!

Rumble!

At noon that day, a sudden rumble shook the mountain range. At the ancestral hall, a wolf-smoke column of Blood Qi pierced through its stone walls and shot straight into the heavens.

Inside the stone house, surging, dawn-bright blood radiance filled the entire room. The wolf-smoke column of Blood Qi behind him seemed to have grown somewhat more slender than its former bloated water-snake shape.

Three days passed like this before another scream rang throughout the mountain range.

"Brother Huan's getting beaten again!"

Excitement filled the eyes of the snot-nosed children. They formed groups and headed toward the tribal hall, wanting to see Brother Huan getting beaten.

Sprawled inside the stone house, Qingyang Huan struggled to sit up. A new Body Casting formula manifested in his mind, and he began cultivating from scratch once more. This was his third complete recultivation. Compared with these, his earlier attempt at restarting halfway through hardly counted for anything.

He sucked cold air through the corners of his mouth. Though his body hurt, Qingyang Huan was excited. The Stone Spear had not lied to him. Upon reaching the peak in his second round of recultivation, his strength had surpassed thirty-six thousand jin!

Three months later, a wolf-smoke column of Blood Qi boiled up over the Qingyang Tribe again. Naturally, Qingyang Huan's screams followed.

In his third round of recultivation, his blood strength reached thirty-nine thousand jin!

His fourth round of recultivation took two months. His blood strength broke through forty thousand jin and reached forty-two thousand jin. The wolf-smoke column of Blood Qi behind him was no longer bloated, though it still resembled a large snake.

His fifth round of recultivation took a month and a half, and his blood strength soared to forty-four thousand jin.

His sixth round of recultivation took one month, and his blood strength soared to forty-six thousand jin.

His seventh round of recultivation took twenty-five days, and the blood strength throughout his body rose to forty-seven thousand jin!

His eighth round of recultivation took fifteen days, and the blood strength throughout his body had already surpassed forty-eight thousand jin.

Each time he started over, he cultivated a different Body Casting formula. These different formulas had also brought the excavation of his body's potential close to its limit, and the increase in strength after each round grew smaller and smaller!

Just as Qingyang Huan was about to see how far the Blood Qi flood dragon behind him had condensed, the stone door rumbled, and Qingyang Jue stepped into the stone house with a dark expression!