C6 Condensing the Primordial Energy!

Under Chen Wuji's tutelage, Lin Chen embarked on an extraordinary journey of cultivation!

Whether Chen Wuji was a deity, demon, or ghost, Lin Chen had stopped pondering such questions. After all, Chen Wuji was his master now, and as long as he could assist Lin Chen in defying fate, that was all that mattered.

"Ha!" Lin Chen bellowed, his muscles undulating like flowing water. Veins writhed across his skin like centipedes, his expression fierce, and large beads of sweat merged into rivulets tracing the contours of his muscles. Yet, he remained unshaken, striding forward with the Cold-iron Lion, a mysterious artifact procured by Chen Wuji, trailing behind him.

Boom!

The Cold-iron Lion inched forward, moving half a foot up the slope. Lin Chen unleashed another furious roar, exerting all his strength to push it another foot forward.

Stealing a glance at the mountain's summit, it seemed impossibly distant to Lin Chen. His body was nearing its breaking point, each muscle quivering as if it no longer belonged to him.

"Give up? Impossible!" Lin Chen's neck veins bulged, his eyes fierce with resolve. "Wang Qianjue, Chu Yifeng, just you wait! Ha!"

With that, he roared again, tapping into a vast reserve of Physical Power, propelling the Cold-iron Lion onward with a thunderous roll.

And so, inch by inch, accompanied by guttural, beast-like roars, the Cold-iron Lion moved progressively further from the mountain's base, advancing toward the summit at a relentless, albeit slow, pace.

"Hmm, this kid's spirit and determination are indeed remarkable, much like myself in my younger days," Chen Wuji mused from within the jade pendant. "Back when I was at Body Tempering Level 3, my best was pushing 1,300 feet. I'm curious to see how far this kid can go. Keep in mind, this Cold-iron Lion is forged from Stellar Coldsteel, making it far heavier than any worldly object! With the Divine Martial Bloodline in his veins, he should be nearly as formidable as I was, right?"

Lin Chen continued to roar, relentlessly extracting every ounce of physical power from his body. Despite feeling that he had reached his limit, whenever he was on the verge of exhaustion, an inexplicable surge of energy would well up from deep within, propelling him forward.

Eight hundred feet, nine hundred feet, one thousand feet...

At 1,100 feet, Chen Wuji caressed his handsome beard, a smile of satisfaction spreading across his face.

At 1,200 feet, his laughter was hearty as he exclaimed that Lin Chen was a promising talent, someone who could match his own abilities.

However, when Lin Chen pushed the Cold-iron Lion up to 1,300 feet without a moment's pause, and continued on to 1,400 feet, Chen Wuji's smile vanished.

Lin Chen was in a peculiar state. Despite the excruciating pain and multiple tears in his muscles and blood vessels, he felt an odd sense of exhilaration. It was as though a tiny figure in the recesses of his mind was screaming, "Not enough, I want more!"

Soon, his mind was a blank slate. He thought of nothing, cared for nothing, not how many feet he had pushed nor the distance to the mountain's peak. He was in a trance, driven by a singular focus — push! Push! Push!

As time slipped away, the once silent forest echoed with a roar akin to that of a wild beast, rhythmic and persistent, creating an eerie harmony in the wilderness.

When Lin Chen could push no more, he snapped back to reality. Surveying his surroundings, he realized he had indeed pushed the boulder to the mountain's summit. The once irregular rock was now smooth and rounded, smeared with blood.

He then noticed his hands, raw and shredded, some wounds so deep they were shocking. His body too bore deep lacerations, skin split open, blood streaming down in a ghastly sight.

"Did I... did I do it? Have I succeeded?" he murmured, his eyes devoid of focus.

Chen Wuji emerged, the picture of serenity: "Cough, not bad. You're slightly behind where I was at your age, but you've done well enough to be considered excellent."

With that affirmation, Lin Chen broke into a goofy grin, "Hehe... Hehe, I did it. That... World-dominating Fist..."

Chen Wuji waved his hand with impatience. "I get it, I get it. You little stinker, are you really worried I'd stiff you? You..."

Before he could finish, he noticed Lin Chen had already collapsed to the ground, passed out.

Shaking his head, torn between laughter and tears, he mused, "I never expected you to pull it off. I figured you'd max out at pushing a thousand feet, but you went and shoved it over six thousand feet."

While speaking, he gestured with a sweep of his hand, and several orbs of white light emerged from the jade pendant. Lin Chen's eyes focused to see they were actually several sizable Essence Condensation Pills.

"Down them all!" Chen Wuji didn't care if swallowing several Essence Condensation Pills at once could be lethal. He used a secret method to force the pills into Lin Chen's mouth. By the time Lin Chen realized what was happening, he had already swallowed the pills.

Once the Essence Condensation Pills entered Lin Chen's system, he felt as though he were inside a Pill Furnace, experiencing an unprecedented sense of expansion. Every cell in his body seemed to groan, bursting with life, as the Spiritual Qi from heaven and earth surged into him recklessly.

In just a moment, Lin Chen felt a transformation in his body!

"Have I condensed Primordial Energy?"

Lin Chen's eyes bulged as his breath caught in his throat.

...

Half a month flew by in the blink of an eye.

Lin Chen had smoothly advanced to Body Tempering Level 5, and his Physical Power had surged to a thousand kilograms!

A thousand kilograms of Physical Power, that's what you'd expect from an average Level 8 Body Tempering practitioner!

Yet, the ordeal was nowhere near its end. Chen Wuji, with his unfathomable mind, devised all sorts of bizarre methods to torment Lin Chen, leaving him in agonizing pain, barely clinging to life.

These methods of torment were not only brutal and savage but also varied to the point that, after so many days, Lin Chen had yet to experience the same one twice.

"The Divine Martial Bloodline is unlike any ordinary bloodline. If I trained you using conventional methods, there'd be no visible results. Only by enduring what others cannot will you achieve what others can't even dream of!"

These were the original words of Chen Wuji.

Truth be told, the old fellow didn't quite understand the limits of the Divine Martial Bloodline. Since this was his first time taking on a disciple, he decided to ramp up the intensity of the various grueling training methods to several times what his own ruthless master had put him through.

...

Through his interactions with Chen Wuji, Lin Chen's fear began to subside. He was coming to realize that he and his master were inextricably linked. Even if Chen Wuji was a scoundrel or a diabolical fiend, he wouldn't allow Lin Chen to perish. If Lin Chen were to die, the jade pendant would become masterless and vanish!

With his last shred of doubt gone, Lin Chen's cultivation advanced even more. Over time, he grew increasingly powerful!