“Crack!”
With a crisp sound.
The old skin rapidly aged, cracked, and peeled off his body.
Revealing new, fair, and tender skin.
“Skin Tempering is complete!”
Bai Jing’s heart filled with joy.
Although Skin Tempering was the first step in Old Martial Arts, his strength was already at a point where blades couldn't cut him, swords couldn't pierce him, and his arm swings carried a force of a thousand jin.
If he were to combine this with a suitable close-quarters combat technique.
He would already be qualified to face some weaker Universe races.
“Now that Skin Tempering is complete, I can go get certified and, while I’m at it, collect the Body Tempering method for the Muscle Tempering chapter.”
Because Old Martial Arts required a very long time, and to prevent some people from Cultivating the Muscle Tempering chapter prematurely, which could lead to injuries, the Muscle and Skin Realm Cultivation Technique was divided into two volumes.
Corresponding to Skin Tempering and Muscle Tempering respectively.
“And now I can also choose to Cultivate a close-quarters combat technique.”
Close-quarters combat techniques evolved from the battlefield, with only one objective: kill!
Martial Artists with techniques and those without were considered two different types of people.
Bai Jing wanted to improve his strength as much as possible before heading to the battlefield, which would give him more assurance.
Just as he was about to grab his phone to book an online Flying Shuttle, his outstretched hand suddenly stopped.
He looked down at the pieces of old skin on the ground.
“Old Martial Arts allows the body to evolve actively through continuous refinement. Can I continue Skin Tempering?”
All Cultivation methods revolve around two words.
Evolution!
It’s just that the methods of evolution are different.
It’s like moving bricks at a construction site; over time, hands become covered in calluses.
Old Martial Arts merely accelerates the body's adaptation and evolution process through more rational methods.
“I now possess abundant life energy at all times, so I don’t have to worry about how much I consume.”
“So, do I have a chance to complete a second, or even a third, shedding?”
As soon as this thought arose, he couldn't suppress it.
He wanted to give it a try.
If he could transform once, could his strength be further enhanced?
“At my current speed, it would only delay me by two or three days. If it doesn’t work, I’ll just give up.”
Bai Jing muttered.
His body had already instinctively assumed the posture for the Body Tempering exercises.
He began to Cultivate repeatedly.
As he Cultivated again, he quickly felt the familiar itching, pain, and soreness reappear on his skin.
This made Bai Jing even more motivated.
If there was a reaction, it meant there was an effect.
This was the greatest driving force.
Of course, Bai Jing didn't know that due to the limitations of Old Martial Arts.
Only a small fraction of people could complete one Skin Tempering within ten years, let alone multiple temperings.
It was likely that even the duration of compulsory education would not be enough to complete two.
It was just that Old Martial Arts had encountered Bai Jing, this anomaly.
He simply didn't care about the side effects.
Others who could train twice a day were already considered diligent.
But as Bai Jing's proficiency grew, he was pushing towards 10 repetitions per hour.
After one day and one night.
With a crack.
The old skin completed its second shedding.
Bai Jing looked down at the old skin on the ground, which clearly could be pieced together into a human form, and felt his strength, which was now even tougher and further enhanced.
His eyes were now shining.
“It worked, I did it!”
He couldn't help but shout.
Even if he couldn't accurately estimate the increase in strength this time, it was definitely several hundred jin.
This rate of increase was something even the Late Stage of the Muscle and Skin Realm couldn't achieve.
“I seem to have discovered something incredible…”
Now Bai Jing was no longer in a hurry to exchange for the Muscle Tempering chapter; he wanted to see the limit of this Skin Tempering.
The third day!
He shed his skin again; this time, his skin was yellowish, like bronze!
The fourth day!
The transformation was completed, his skin color gradually lightened, and his strength surged, comparable to the first shedding.
The fifth day!
The sixth day!
He was able to complete one shedding every day.
His strength would increase each time.
And his skin became increasingly tough; after only six transformations, Bai Jing used a knife to slash at it with all his might, and it only left faint white marks.
After six transformations.
The progress clearly slowed down.
It now required two days and two nights of Cultivation to complete one transformation.
Of course, the improvement brought by the transformation was even greater; each time, it surpassed the effect of the first transformation.
Bai Jing's preliminary estimate was that his current strength was definitely several thousand jin.
Whereas an ordinary Late Stage Muscle and Skin Realm Martial Artist had only a few thousand jin of strength, and even at Perfection, it was only ten thousand jin.
Yet Bai Jing could feel it.
The seventh transformation was clearly not the limit; he could still continue to sublimate.
After another two days, the eighth transformation was completed.
The old skin shed this time was almost indistinguishable from a living person; the only difference might be that it was a bit shriveled.
“The progress has slowed down again.”
He felt that the itching, pain, and soreness after one round of exercises were much weaker.
It was clearly approaching its limit.
“Good, there’s still an effect. Let me see where your limit is.”
Bai Jing’s heart burned with fervor. Even if it was slower than before, it would probably only take three to five days, and he could afford to wait that long.
Train!
If he didn't train to death, he would train himself to death.
He just wanted to outcompete everyone.
He had almost forgotten what sleep felt like; every day he was full of energy and couldn't sleep at all.
He was even starting to take the shape of the Body Tempering exercises.
.......
“Master, the Martial Arts Association!”
Stepping into the Flying Shuttle.
The layout was somewhat like an extended and widened luxury car from his previous life, equipped with sofas, a refrigerator, and other items.
As he sat on the soft sofa, the driver responsible for operating the Flying Shuttle smiled and reminded him.
“Sir, on your right is a popular drink from ten thousand years ago, complimentary!”
Hearing this.
Bai Jing was clearly stunned for a moment.
A drink from ten thousand years ago?
Still popular now?
He definitely had to try it…
As he spoke, he pressed the button on the armrest representing the refrigerator, and soon a mini-refrigerator slowly rose from one side, filled with many colorful drinks.
“Fat-house happy water?”
Looking at the familiar color and the different glass bottle, Bai Jing was slightly taken aback.
He hadn't expected to encounter this here.
He casually took a bottle.
Pop!
He opened it and poured it into his mouth, the even stronger taste made even Bai Jing let out a satisfying burp.
The driver's peripheral vision clearly caught the situation in the back and he said with a chuckle.
“It’s quite good, isn’t it?”
“It’s very good.”
“These are all complimentary, as long as you don’t waste them.”
The driver spoke again, but his gaze caught Bai Jing’s slightly flushed face, and he sniffed a faint fragrance from his nose.
Carefully comparing it to the scent in his memory, he quickly focused on driving the Flying Shuttle.
During this journey, Bai Jing’s face grew redder and redder.
Even the Flying Shuttle driver had to inquire, fearing that Bai Jing might die in his car.
“Sir, are you alright?”
“I’m fine, I’m just feeling invigorated!”
Bai Jing waved his hand casually, indicating he was fine.
Two minutes after getting in the car.
He already felt his whole body swelling.
“Then hold on tight, I’ll drive a bit faster…”
The driver was clearly a bit panicked; he didn’t want a reservist to die in his Flying Shuttle.
That would result in a fine.
A ten-minute journey was completed in a mere four minutes.
After dropping off Bai Jing, he fled as if escaping, and only when Bai Jing was completely out of sight.
Did he finally let out a sigh of relief.
“This is insane, how can a boy smell so good…”