Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

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Horizontal Training Hall.

The Horizontal Training Hall at the Canglan Martial Arts Academy is quite large, with numerous separate courtyards inside.

[Tendon-stretching Institute] [Bone Forging Institute] [Acupoint Opening Institute] ...

Each courtyard focuses on honing different parts of the body, and Lin Chen stepped into the Tendon-stretching Institute.

Both walls of the Tendon-stretching Institute are made of copper, and as he stepped in, sixteen holes suddenly appeared in these copper walls, shooting out copper locks that coiled around his body like serpents in an instant.

Lin Chen frowned but did not resist. He quickly felt the ropes heating up, a stream of heat flowing into his body through the ropes.

At the same time, a middle-aged man appeared in the courtyard.

"Good lad, you actually dare to seal your Qi Blood."

The middle-aged man looked at Lin Chen, suspended and bound, with a fierce expression on his face: "Boy, savor what it means to suffer the pain of tendons separation."

As the middle-aged man’s words fell, the ropes began to move, but not in one direction!

At this moment, Lin Chen felt as if his body was being torn into dozens of pieces. Instinctively, he wanted to activate his Qi Blood to resist, but the stabbing pain from his limbs brought him back to his senses.

He couldn’t activate his Qi Blood.

The copper locks tore through his clothes, embedding directly into the flesh where his Reversed Scale Armor didn’t cover. Lin Chen clenched his teeth tightly, and large beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead in an instant.

"Boy, this is just the beginning. If you can’t endure it, just activate your Qi Blood. Why suffer like this?"

The middle-aged man whispered like a demon in Lin Chen’s ear.

"You are the model student of Liang’s Martial Path, the genius who’s been named seven times on Martial Arts Mountain. Your physique is the strongest in nearly three hundred years. There’s no need to focus on this."

"Break through the realm, nurture a Spirit Soldier. Refining one more viscera can boost your strength several folds. If someone conjures even a trace of Martial Path Will, no matter how strong your body is, it won’t withstand."

"Give up. Do you want people to say that the genius once renowned seven times at Martial Arts Mountain is now declining at the Academy and is just like everyone else?"

Lin Chen looked at the approaching middle-aged man, gritting his teeth and squeezing out a sentence: "Instructor, your breath stinks."

After speaking, Lin Chen closed his eyes.

"My breath stinks?"

The middle-aged man was enraged: "Alright, kid, let’s see which stinks first—my breath or your body."

Eighteen copper locks were once again pulled in various directions, and each started to twist.

"Ah!"

Lin Chen’s eyes popped open, and he roared angrily to the sky.

"Can’t take it? If you can’t, activate your Qi Blood. What martial artist seals their Qi Blood in combat, relying solely on their bodies?"

The middle-aged man spoke again, but was met only with Lin Chen’s bloodshot eyes.

"You really don’t know a good heart, then just endure it here."

The middle-aged man disappeared, but the copper locks continued to bind Lin Chen, twisting every thirty breaths...

Each twist brought a painful roar from Lin Chen, yet he never uttered a word of surrender, not even using his title.

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Main hall.

The middle-aged man looked at Hua Qianwu standing in the main hall, unable to help himself: "Dean, did you cast a spell on Lin Chen to make him choose to seal his Qi Blood?"

"I did not cast any spell. He chose this path himself," Hua Qianwu replied indifferently.

"This kid is a hard nut to crack, enduring this tendons separation pain relying solely on his body without activating Qi Blood... tsk tsk tsk... If he can persist across the three institutes, I’ll be impressed."

As the overseer of the Horizontal Training Hall, the middle-aged man had seen numerous horizontal training prodigies.

Anyone who practices the Horizontal Cultivation Method is capable of enduring hardships far beyond ordinary martial artists when it comes to enduring physical pain.

But someone like Lin Chen was a first for him.

The words about giving up he just told Lin Chen were something he habitually told the disciples who visited, but he wasn’t simply trying to coax Lin Chen into quitting; these words represented his genuine thoughts.

Lin Chen’s physical strength was already quite high, and further improvement didn’t seem necessary.

However, since Lin Chen was personally instructed by the Dean, he kept his doubts to himself and did not voice them out loud.

"Once the tendons separation ends, take him to the Bone Forging Institute."

Upon hearing this from Hua Qianwu, the middle-aged man was taken aback: "No rest?"

"No need."

Hua Qianwu shook his head. Choosing the Nine Revolutions True Blood Refining the Viscera was only the first gate. If he couldn’t endure this, the Sixth Transformation is far off...

The middle-aged man’s pupils contracted slightly. If he didn’t know Lin Chen had been recruited by the Martial Arts Academy with thirty drops of Flood Dragon True Blood, he would suspect that the Dean and Lin Chen’s elders had some grudges, using this as an opportunity to torment Lin Chen.

It’s like treating Lin Chen as if he’s from the Zheng Kingdom.

Half a shichen later, the copper locks loosened, and Lin Chen fell back to the ground. The moment his feet landed, he nearly stumbled, barely keeping his footing.

"Follow me."

The middle-aged man reappeared in the courtyard, glanced at Lin Chen, and walked ahead on his own.

Lin Chen took a deep breath, hesitated not, and limped after the middle-aged man, soon arriving at the second courtyard.

[Bone Forging Institute]

Unlike the copper walls of the Tendon-stretching Institute, the Bone Forging Institute contained numerous copper tripods, each bound by chains three feet off the ground, with fierce flames burning beneath them.

"Boy, you better think this through. Without activating Qi Blood, entering this tripod might get you cooked."

Lin Chen said nothing, limping toward the copper tripod, but then suddenly stopped and looked back at the middle-aged man.