The Savior's Handbook of Destruction

Chapter 234 The method of body training!

Shang Yang remembered what he saw and heard today, and then returned to his room, looking at the bamboo slips piled up in the room.

Shang Yang's monthly contributions to the sect were all replaced by these, "I really envy them. You can sit in and listen to lectures. The room must be very warm."

Shang Yang's hands were covered with chilblains. It was winter, and his body was thin. Every day he had to write down what the elder Chuan Gong said with his frozen hands outside the house.

According to the sect's regulations, he is just a disciple of the Zongmen, and he is not allowed to enter the Chuangong Hall.

One is to prevent him from divulging the martial art skills, and the other is because the handyman disciples are ordinary people without spiritual roots.

They can't practice, so naturally there is no need to learn exercises.

But Shang Yang was unwilling to accept it. His parents were both refugees, and the people were suffering. Monsters were causing harm to the world, and the people were hungry without food or crops.

Shang Yang's parents died of starvation. They went to a rich family to beg, but they saw that the dogs of the rich family ate only meat.

But he was unwilling to give them a vegetable leaf.

Shang Yang clenched his little hands unconsciously when he thought of this, "The wine and meat of the Zhumen stinks, and the road is frozen to death."

"If I can't control the life and death of others, I can only let others control my life and death."

But Shang Yangye had no choice. The elder said that he had no qualifications, so he must have no posture and was destined to be an ordinary person.

Shang Yang sighed, "If..."

"never mind."

After warming his hands by the stove, Shang Yang immediately covered himself with the quilt and fell asleep.

Until late at night, Shang Yang, who was deeply in his dreams, suddenly saw an old man with white hair. The old man was very handsome, with a fluttering white robe, and he looked extraordinary.

Seeing the old man instinctively clasped his hands, Shang Yang said, "Shang Yang, the handyman disciple of Dingtianzhong, see the immortal!"

The old man smiled when he heard this, "Immortal?"

"What is an immortal? Tell me."

Shang Yang was puzzled, "Isn't an immortal an immortal?"

The old man shook his head, "Wrong, what is an immortal? Those who visit the land of the netherworld, climb the nine-level sky, indulge in mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, and achieve great freedom and live as long as heaven and earth, are immortals."

"But in the end, this is just the fairy that people know. The road to fairyland is long, and the world of mortals is rolling. Who doesn't want to live forever?"

"What is a human, what is an immortal, is just a wisp of smoke between heaven and earth."

"If you have the same ability as a fairy and can do the same things as a fairy, are you a fairy?"

Shang Yang shook his head, "I don't know, I asked the immortal to clarify my doubts, my disciple, the elder Dudu, said that I don't have spiritual roots, so I can't practice..."

The old man stroked his long beard and said with a smile: "Foolish words, who said you can't become an immortal without spiritual roots?"

"In today's world, why are the three races strong, while the human cultivators are trampled underfoot?"

Shang Yang didn't know, it wasn't something he could touch.

But the old man was not in a hurry, "The strength of the monster race lies in the strength of flesh and blood. They major in the body and minor in Qi Dao. With their innate physical advantages, they can overwhelm the human race!"

"But haven't you ever thought about why the human race can't cultivate their body and mind?"

Shang Yang raised his head suddenly, but then lowered it again, "No one has tried it, it should be impossible..."

The old man snorted coldly, "No one has tried it, so he directly denied the result. Are all human races as inferior as you?"

"If no one else has tried, be the first to try!"

"There is no road in this world. It is a road because someone has walked it. No one has walked this road. No one knows where it leads."

"If no one else is willing to go this way, why, you don't?"

Shang Yang was stunned for a moment, "Prince Immortal, do you mean that I can also practice?"

The old man nodded, "Exactly, do you know where this is?"

Shang Yang was puzzled, "Here, where is this?"

The old man stretched out a finger and slowly placed it between Shang Yang's eyebrows, "This is your dream."

"I will teach you a method. You should remember it well. This method must not be leaked to others. It can only be practiced by you alone. You can't tell anyone what happened today."

"can you do it?"

Shang Yang understood at this time that the magic the immortal wanted to teach was his opportunity!

The Dharma preacher is also a master, and Shang Yang quickly knelt down and kowtowed, "Yes, master, disciples, please remember!!"

The old man shook his head, "No, I'm not your master, and you can't mention me to anyone."

"This is our agreement, listen carefully, if you break the agreement between us, no matter where you are, I will make you forever!"

Shang Yang was startled, "Yes, disciple understands!"

The old man's expression calmed down, "Shan, please remember that this technique is called Yuansha Blood Devouring Technique. It can seize the creation of heaven and earth, extract the blood of all races and their natal magical powers to condense the body."

"Physical training, it's up to you to go, remember..."

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The next morning.

Shang Yang woke up on the bed, yesterday's dream just happened, and the bloody scriptures floating in his mind reminded him all the time that it was not a dream.

"Physical repair."

Yuan Sha Blood Devouring Art, its realm is also divided from one to nine.

But different from practicing qi and building foundation, he has a unique set of cultivation methods.

The first weight is called Physical Training.

The second stage is called Burning Blood Realm.

The third stage is called Blood Removal Realm.

The first level is to polish the flesh and bones through physical exercise, and the second level is to strengthen the body by burning blood.

The third level is what the old man said is to draw the blood of all races to strengthen one's body.

At this moment, Shang Yang was overjoyed, he could finally practice!
He was finally no longer a mortal.

Extract the natal supernatural powers and blood of all races.

Since then, spring has passed and winter has come, and three years have passed.

Shang Yang finished his work quickly every day, and then devoted all his time to cultivation.

By carrying boulders up and down the mountain, Shang Yang would keep lifting and lowering the boulders alone in the house at night.

Fight wild animals in the cold pool in winter, and be scorched by the scorching sun in summer.

Shang Yang also took the initiative to find outer disciples who were willing to be human sandbags and train as their sparring partners.

So hardened into steel, terrazzo pierced through, Shang Yang finally polished his body to the extreme, and broke through to the second level, the burning blood level.

This realm requires burning essence and blood. Shang Yang's cultivation was very difficult at first, and he had to eat the flesh and blood of wild animals almost every day to recover.

But even so, the speed of restoring essence and blood is still very slow. It would be nice if there was a small rejuvenation pill.

Xiaohuan Dan can restore spiritual injuries and replenish qi and blood, but it is a pity that Xiaohuan Dan is expensive.

As a handyman disciple, Shang Yang's contribution for a year can only be barely exchanged for a small redemption pill.

For this reason, Shang Yang thought of a way.

"This year's sect competition, I want to become the first disciple of the outer sect. As long as I become an outer sect disciple and get the approval of the elders, I can receive training resources every month."

"At the same time, you can also accept some tasks with higher contributions!"

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(End of this chapter)