Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Time flowed like water, a month quietly passing in the misty vastness of Dingbo Lake.

During this month, Chen Qing barely left his dwelling, devoting all his energy to digesting the Earth Heart Milk's medicinal power, stabilizing his realm, and cultivating martial techniques.

Meanwhile, undercurrents surged through Yunlin Prefecture.

The day when Leng Qianqiu would visit the Five Terraces Sect drew ever closer.

On this day, inside his quiet chamber.

Chen Qing slowly opened his eyes, "Finally, I've completely absorbed all the medicinal essence."

He carefully sensed the changes within himself.

First was his body. Beneath his skin, sinews coiled like dragons, containing explosive power.

The Eight Extremes Vajra Body's Tiger Elephant realm, nourished by the vast medicinal power, had an increasingly solid foundation. The sound of muscles and bones resonating was deep as thunder, faintly containing the essence of tiger roars and elephant calls.