Zhang Sheng Tempers His Body, Astonishing Everyone with His Ability

Why had Zhang Sheng thought of body tempering? Because he wanted to strengthen his physical body through it,

while also laying a foundation to bear higher-level Martial Souls in the future.

Although his Martial Soul had now materialized and no longer needed to be summoned back often, it was still one with him, after all.

If his physical condition failed to keep up, he might be unable to seize an opportunity for his Martial Soul to evolve in the future.

Now that Zhang Sheng had made up his mind, he waited no longer and immediately set to work.

Not long after the new year, Uncle Dashan and his family moved out. Although they had enjoyed living here well enough,

this was not their home, after all, so in the end they resolutely moved out despite Zhang Sheng's repeated attempts to persuade them to stay.

As a result, only Zhang Sheng and the sisters Lan Xin and Lan Yun remained in his home.

Fortunately, Lan Xin knew how to tend the fire and cook, or he would have had to do it himself.

"Young Master! What are you doing with so many stones?"

"They're for my cultivation. Don't worry about them."

"Cultivation?"

Lan Xin and Lan Yun had no idea what cultivation was. They watched Zhang Sheng handling the stones with curiosity on their faces,

but before long, their eyes widened, and they covered their mouths and cried out in surprise.

"Young Master! You're so strong! You can even lift stones that heavy onto your shoulders."

"Sister! Young Master is amazing!"

As soon as her older sister finished speaking, the younger sister also gazed at Zhang Sheng with admiration.

"You two sisters shouldn't stand so close. You might get hurt."

The body-tempering method Zhang Sheng had chosen was the crudest approach. He wanted to use this extreme method to break through his body's limits and reach greater heights.

The reason Zhang Sheng dared to be so reckless was his first Soul Skill. He had discovered that his first Soul Skill was miraculously powerful.

As long as a person was not dead, any injury to the body could be healed. If he had enough Soul Power in the future, he could even regrow severed limbs. That was somewhat heaven-defying.

Zhang Sheng understood what he was doing, but the others did not!

After he did something so reckless, Uncle Dashan and the others naturally found out.

They were worried sick. After all, if Zhang Sheng carried on like this, he would not live long.

"Eldest Son of the Zhang Family! What are you doing? Do you have a death wish?"

So when Uncle Dashan saw Zhang Sheng, anger flared in his heart, and he immediately gave Zhang Sheng a thorough scolding.

Faced with Uncle Dashan's concerned scolding, Zhang Sheng did not get angry. Instead, he patiently explained,

"Uncle Dashan! I know what I'm doing. I won't hurt my body.

Look! I've trained for several days without losing so much as a patch of skin. You can rest easy now, right?"

Uncle Dashan saw that Zhang Sheng truly had no injuries on him, and this astonished him.

With Zhang Sheng training at such an intensity, his body should surely have been covered in scrapes and bruises.

Yet now, the skin on Zhang Sheng's body was smooth and fine, with no sign at all that he had been training. This piqued his curiosity.

"Eldest Son of the Zhang Family! How did you do that?"

Seeing Uncle Dashan's eager expression, Zhang Sheng had no intention of hiding it from them. After all, they would find out sooner or later.

He would be using this Soul Skill often in the future, and it would be inconvenient to keep concealing it.

"Uncle Dashan, and you two, Lan Xin and Lan Yun, don't casually tell anyone what you see today, or it could bring great disaster."

"Then you'd better not tell us!"

"Mm, mm!"

When Uncle Dashan and the two Lan Xin sisters heard there was danger involved, they grew frightened and said they no longer wanted to hear it.

Zhang Sheng was left somewhat speechless by them, so he explained,

"It's not as frightening as you imagine. Just don't go spreading it around. In a few years, it won't matter even if you do tell people.

Besides, even if you don't want to hear it now, you'll find out eventually, so there's no need to avoid it like the plague."

After Zhang Sheng reassured them, they set aside the panic in their hearts.

Their gazes gathered on Zhang Sheng again, eager to hear what secret he had to tell them.

Zhang Sheng did not tell them the secret right away. He simply gestured for Lan Xin to go inside and fetch a dagger. After Zhang Sheng took the dagger from her,

he slashed his own arm without another word. Blood immediately streamed out.

Zhang Sheng's reckless act stunned the three onlookers. When they came to their senses, they cried out,

"Eldest Son of the Zhang Family, you..."

"Young Master..."

Before they could finish what they were about to say, they witnessed a sight they would never forget.

Zhang Sheng put down the dagger and ran that hand over the wound on his arm. A green light flashed,

and the arm that had been streaming with blood a moment ago was instantly restored to its original state. If not for the blood remaining on his arm, they would have thought it had all been an illusion.

"It's miraculous! That must be an immortal's method!"

"Young Master! Can you use magic? You were bleeding just now, and in the blink of an eye you're healed! Isn't that an immortal art?"

Perhaps what Zhang Sheng had shown them was too miraculous. They were so shaken that they began talking nonsense.

"Ahem! Are you all right?"

Seeing that they seemed somewhat out of it, Zhang Sheng coughed a few times to get their attention. But those coughs set them off.

"Eldest Son of the Zhang Family! Did you come across an immortal encounter? Will you become an immortal someday? What are immortals like?"

"Young Master! Can you fly? What's it like in the sky? Is Chang'e on the moon?"

Uncle Dashan and the sisters crowded around Zhang Sheng, bombarding him with questions, especially Lan Xin

and Lan Yun. The two sisters even worked up the nerve to reach out and touch him. It was enough to make Zhang Sheng's head swell,

and he could only interrupt them, or they would never stop.

"Stop! All of you, be quiet and listen to me!

First, I haven't met an immortal.

Second, I'm not an immortal either.

Third, all of this came from cultivation.

So there's no need to make such a fuss. Maybe you'll be able to do it someday too."

"Really? We can become immortals too... No, I mean cultivate?"

"I'll have to verify that before I know, so it's still too early to talk about it.

You only need to know that this ability is very powerful. Serious illnesses and minor ones are no problem."

"Eldest Son of the Zhang Family! I never imagined you'd have such a fortunate encounter. This is, this is..."

Zhang Sheng saw Uncle Dashan's face turn red and that he could not get his words out, so he hurried to reassure him.

"Uncle Dashan! Don't get worked up. Just knowing about this is enough. From now on, everything should be as it was. Just don't go spreading what happened today."

"Don't worry! We wouldn't tell anyone even if we were beaten to death!"

"Uh!"

Uncle Dashan's assurance left Zhang Sheng at a loss for words, but he did not want to say anything more. It was good that they felt that way, anyway; it would reduce unnecessary trouble.

Once everything had been explained, Uncle Dashan stopped concerning himself with Zhang Sheng's training and turned to leave his home.

But judging by his expression, he still seemed somewhat dazed, as though he had yet to recover from what had just happened.

There was nothing Zhang Sheng could say to help them with that. They would be fine once they got used to it; once they had seen it often enough, it would be nothing special.