Rise from a Low-class Family to Martial Artist

She had seen how Lin Chen absorbed the true blood of a Flood Dragon; just one drop was extremely painful, and eight drops...

"Senior Brother Lin is the most determined person I’ve ever seen, it’ll be fine." Xiao Yaojin added from the side.

Jiang Qing nodded, believing that Junior Brother Lin could succeed, but her heart ached for the hardships Lin Chen endured on his Martial Path.

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In the courtyard, Lin Chen stood in an iron barrel, the medicinal liquid scalding and boiling. Hua Qianwu’s expression was solemn. Nearly three months of training had led to this moment.

"Headmaster, the disciple is ready."

"Very well."

Hua Qianwu nodded and flicked his right hand. Eight drops of Flood Dragon true blood shot into Lin Chen’s mouth in an instant.

In just two breaths, Lin Chen’s skin turned as red as iron, his facial veins bulged, and his qi blood surged frantically within him, initiating a new battle with the Flood Dragon true blood.

This kind of battle had occurred many times over these two months, but it was the first time he faced the energy of eight drops of Flood Dragon true blood directly.

The body, itself, was the battlefield!

Inside, his meridians shattered repeatedly, absorbing the medicinal liquid and reassembling. Every inch of skin, even his pores, could feel the movement of the forces.

Ah!

The agonizing roar penetrated the courtyard walls.

Jiang Qing clenched the hem of her garment tightly. Beside her, Xiao Yaojin and Fang Zhan exchanged a glance. It was the first time in two months they heard Senior Brother Lin roar in pain.

"Only Senior Brother Lin would dare to try eight drops of Flood Dragon true blood; if it were us, we’d probably explode and die." Fang Zhan remarked softly.

"Even if not exploded, the pain would be unbearable."

Explode and die?

Xiao Yaojin found it unlikely. If he were to absorb Flood Dragon true blood, his family elders would surely have ample preparation, at least with no life-threatening danger. However, enduring the dominance of Flood Dragon true blood with ease was futile and would only waste it.

Initially, when Canglan Martial Arts Academy offered Lin Chen thirty drops of Flood Dragon true blood, everyone thought it was for him after he achieved Great Success in Viscera Cultivation. No one expected him to begin absorption right after entering Viscera Cultivation.

The roaring and painful cries lasted for a full hundred breaths before slowly calming down.

In the courtyard, Lin Chen’s face was contorted. Even with the title of "Medicine Jar Ill Body," he could only reduce the pain to a bearable limit, preventing himself from fainting.

If he fainted, it would be a complete waste, and eight drops of Flood Dragon true blood would be squandered.

He had to endure!

Endure for three two-hours!

His meridians shattered under the energy impact of Flood Dragon true blood, only to be reshaped by the scalding medicinal liquid. Each impact brought one kind of pain; the reshaping was another.

Lin Chen clenched the edge of the iron barrel with all his might, his knuckles turning pale and blue. The barrel itself cracked under his grip.

As the medicinal liquid churned violently, beads of blood seeped from Lin Chen’s skin, evaporating into a blood mist that lingered around him like a blood-soaked Asura.

Hua Qianwu remained standing before Lin Chen, observing the changes in his body.

Upon seeing the color of the medicinal liquid turn transparent, a soft call, like a guiding light, instantly cleared Lin Chen’s pain-blurred consciousness.

"Blood Introduction into the Liver!"

Lin Chen no longer had the strength to respond vocally. He operated the "Nine Revolutions Viscera Cultivation Method," pushing the once rampant Flood Dragon energy in his internal organs toward his heart and liver with his qi blood.

Nine Revolutions True Blood, each breakthrough not only refined a new organ but also remodeled the previously refined ones.

Every time the qi blood and Flood Dragon true blood energy crashed into his heart and liver, it felt like a sledgehammer striking his organs. Lin Chen let out beast-like low growls, fresh blood seeped from his bitten-through jaw, yet he remained conscious.

Both hammering and sculpting.

Each hammer blow left a shallow scar upon his heart and liver.

Once, twice...

A thousand times later!

With a "crack" sound, the badly scarred heart and liver finally shed their outer layer, like an egg casting off its shell to reveal the smooth egg white inside.

This peeled layer then merged into the qi blood, surging throughout his body, instantly restoring his once-shattered meridians.

Thud!

Thud thud!

Thud thud thud!

Lin Chen’s heartbeat resounded like a powerful drum, his acupoints vibrating in rhythm with it.

At that moment, his entire body reached a state of resonance.

Bang!

In the next instant, the iron barrel shattered, and Lin Chen leaped up with a resounding howl!

This long howl was wanton, a roar, a release!

Outside, hearing this howl, the worry in Jiang Qing’s eyes vanished. Xiao Yaojin and Fang Zhan shared a glance, both seeing the excitement in each other’s eyes.

Senior Brother Lin successfully refined his liver.

"We just don’t know what level of power Senior Brother Lin has reached now."

Fang Zhan murmured, which rendered Xiao Yaojin speechless.

A few days ago, after they both refined their livers, they challenged Senior Brother Lin again. Yet, despite the power surge from refining two viscera, they were still steadily subdued by Senior Brother Lin.

"I have a hunch that if Senior Brother Lin could refine three viscera, he would be invincible in the Refining Viscera Realm in Liang."

Xiao Yaojin’s words left Fang Zhan startled: "Becoming invincible in the Refining Viscera Realm upon refining three viscera, isn’t that a bit exaggerated?"

"Can an ordinary Great Success in Viscera Cultivation absorb thirty drops of Flood Dragon true blood?"

Xiao Yaojin countered, leaving Fang Zhan silent. As someone from a Martial Arts Clan, he knew that for a martial artist achieving Great Success in Viscera Cultivation, refining thirty drops of Flood Dragon true blood was incredibly challenging.

"If I’m not mistaken, the path Senior Brother Lin takes in the Refining Viscera Realm differs from ours. Perhaps... Flood Dragon true blood is merely the beginning."

Given Senior Brother Lin’s current strength, Xiao Yaojin knew that simply refining three viscera wouldn’t render him invincible, but he noticed some signs. Senior Brother Lin wasn’t saving the Flood Dragon true blood for later but was going to exhaust thirty drops after only refining the heart...

Was Senior Brother Lin simply fond of suffering, enjoying the torment of Flood Dragon energy in his body?

Even if Senior Brother Lin was confident, the headmaster would likely have considered a safer approach for the sake of his well-being, allowing him to refine his liver first before absorbing the remaining Flood Dragon true blood.

The urgency in absorption suggested one thing: for Senior Brother Lin, Flood Dragon true blood was only the beginning...

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In the courtyard, as Hua Qianwu observed Lin Chen’s exuberant demeanor, a smile spread across his face.

As of now, Lin Chen’s performance exceeded his expectations.

Originally, Hua Qianwu planned for Lin Chen to finish refining thirty drops of Flood Dragon true blood by the year’s end, without expecting him to absorb eight drops at once.

Lin Chen’s training over these two months changed his mind. After discussing with Lord Kong, he decided to have Lin Chen absorb the Flood Dragon true blood ahead of time.

Lin Chen absorbed the Flood Dragon true blood and refined his liver half a month earlier than estimated.

Half a month may not seem significant, but for Lin Chen, being ahead of schedule increased the likelihood of succeeding in the Nine Revolutions of Viscera and offered more time for subsequent preparations.

Just as Hua Qianwu contemplated Lord Kong’s next steps for Lin Chen, a falcon landed in Canglan Martial Arts Academy.

A vice headmaster of Canglan Martial Arts Academy retrieved the note from the falcon’s leg. After reading its contents, his pupils contracted, and anger appeared on his face.

"This is truly outrageous!"

With a slap, the stone table before him shattered, but he did not hesitate and immediately left the courtyard, needing to inform the headmaster at once.

Canglan Martial Arts Academy needs to prepare in advance too.