Becoming a Saint From the Iron Armor Skill

Mr. Zheng had two famous Martial Arts Skills: the Powerful Eagle Claw Skill and the Dragon’s Roar Iron Cloth Shirt. Legend had it that the Realm he comprehended was the Dragon Soaring Realm of the Four Symbols Divine Beast Realm.

These were considered Outer Sect Horizontal Training Methods, better suited for men’s Cultivation.

Perhaps for this reason, among the fifty or sixty young people present who hoped to become his disciple, young men were the vast majority, while there were only a dozen or so young women.

These young women all hailed from prominent families. Having never worried about food or clothing and being well-nourished since childhood, each one had fair, delicate skin and beautiful features. Coupled with their Martial Dao Cultivation, their figures were slender and graceful, with alluring curves, and their overall bearing was more captivating than that of an ordinary woman.

The young men were all around eighteen or nineteen, an age brimming with virility. As they also cultivated the Martial Dao, their vitality surged. While some discussed the apprenticeship, many others were more focused on the women who had come for the same purpose.

Among Jiang Yun’s group, two or three were especially pretty, drawing even more of the men’s attention.

And although Jiang Yun’s looks weren’t exactly stunning, she had a pretty face. She had even applied a light layer of powder, giving her skin a rosy-white complexion and a certain charm.

She was tall, and her light green dress accentuated her enchanting figure. As she walked with such grace, she drew the heated gazes of several young men.

"Well now, who’s this young lady? Not bad looking at all."

"She’s decent. Got a big butt. She’d be good for bearing children."

"Even if she is, it wouldn’t be your turn. Can’t you see she’s walking toward that kid over there? She’s clearly already spoken for."

"Ah... what a shame."

...

Chen Cheng was also observing the other prospective disciples, but his focus wasn’t on the young women. It was on the young men.

He was naturally observant, and after a quick scan of the crowd, he did indeed notice a few things.

These young men had quite a lot in common. They wore expensive clothes, and most were tall and brawny, with bulging muscles. They all seemed to have practiced Outer Sect Horizontal Training Skills, like Fist Techniques.

The Cultivation of Horizontal Cultivation Techniques was a huge help for Body Tempering. These men had clearly solidified their foundations early on, hoping to further their training with Mr. Zheng’s Powerful Eagle Claw Skill and Dragon’s Roar Iron Cloth Shirt.

’My frame might be lean and strong, but on the surface, I look much scrawnier than them,’ Chen Cheng thought, glancing down at his own somewhat slender fingers.

In truth, the Iron Armor Skill could be considered a type of Horizontal Training. After all, the daily weighted Cultivation was an exercise for the skin, fascia, and muscles all over his body.

The complete method for the Iron Armor Skill could even temper a man’s root, to say nothing of his fingers.

It was just that Chen Cheng hadn’t practiced that particular part of the regimen. As for his fingers, they were too obviously exposed to conveniently add weights to them.

Of course, the human body was an integrated whole. Even without direct weighted training, circulating his Iron Armor Skill’s Cultivation Technique constantly mobilized qi and blood to nourish his entire body. Under this nourishment, those parts had still received some degree of training.

Just as he was lost in thought, he noticed many of the young men pointing and gesturing in his direction. Chen Cheng whipped around to see Jiang Yun, her face slightly flushed, walking gracefully toward him. She wore a friendly smile, as if wanting to come over and say hello.

Chen Cheng couldn’t help but frown. He had just run into Jiang Rongxuan at the gate, which had already put him in an impatient mood. Now, Jiang Yun’s posture left him exasperated.

Given their history, Chen Cheng already had no favorable impression of Jiang Yun, so there was no way he would greet her with a smile.

"What do you want?" Chen Cheng asked, his face expressionless and his voice frigid, before Jiang Yun could even get close.

Jiang Yun had a million things she wanted to say, but seeing Chen Cheng’s obvious impatience, and even a hint of disgust, she instantly understood his feelings. The smile on her face froze.

"N-nothing! I just wanted to come and say hello." After a moment of internal struggle, Jiang Yun decided against turning away. She forced a smile and continued, "Chen Cheng, there have been some misunderstandings between us..."

"Jiang Yun, we walk different paths. There’s nothing more to say," Chen Cheng said flatly, then turned his head to look away.

Jiang Yun was thoroughly rebuffed and stood there at a loss. She wanted to say more, but Chen Cheng clearly had no intention of engaging with her. If she insisted, she would only be making a fool of herself.

’Sigh...’ With an internal sigh, Jiang Yun gave a casual-looking wave, as if she were on familiar terms with Chen Cheng, then turned and walked back the way she came.

A short distance away, a group of the young men burst into raucous laughter.

"Whoa! That guy’s no fun at all. Doesn’t know how to treat a lady."

"So it wasn’t a mutual thing! I’d say that girl’s looking for love. Any of you want to go try your luck?"

"Heh heh, that kid’s probably a virgin. He doesn’t know what he’s missing. Brothers, I’m going in."

"I’m going to go say hello to our future junior sisters, too."

Joking and laughing, a few of them actually started walking toward the young women.

"A bunch of pathetic losers who’ve never seen a woman before. I’m embarrassed to even be standing with you!"

A young man with a square face and large ears, dressed in a short black silk tunic, muttered curses as he broke away from the group and strode toward Chen Cheng.

"I am Luo Chenghu. Might I ask your name, Brother?" Luo Chenghu asked, cupping his fist in his palm in a salute to Chen Cheng.

Seeing his polite demeanor, Chen Cheng smiled and returned the salute. "Chen Cheng."

"So it’s Brother Chen." Luo Chenghu suddenly scratched his head. "That name sounds awfully familiar. Let me think... Chen Cheng, you wouldn’t happen to be the Chen Cheng from Ruyi District in the South City District, would you?"

Chen Cheng smiled. "Does Brother Luo know me?"

Luo Chenghu laughed. "Of course I do. Come to think of it, you’re a Tributor hired by my Luo Family."