Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?! Chapter 894 - 476: Eighth Life: Power Soars, Body Refining L

"Is the hall master planning to accept Zhao Tie as a true disciple?"

At the entrance of the Artifact Refining Hall.

Upon hearing Zhou Xiong’s words, all the servant disciples couldn’t help but gasp in amazent, feelings of envy and jealousy instantly surfacing in their hearts.

Zhao Tie usually seed quite foolish, yet sohow he got extrely lucky to be valued by Hall Master Zhou this ti.

One must know that this is an existence at the Nirvana Realm.

To beco his disciple is tantamount to ascending to heaven in one step!

Zhao Tie naturally understood what the words true disciple truly ant.

When he heard this sentence, his originally motionless body finally shook slightly.

However, in his hesitation, he recalled what Lu Yuan had said, standing there like an old monk in ditation, unmoved.

Lu Yuan was right.

A path of iron bones is invincible; why rely on others’ techniques?

As long as I walk this path to its end, I can beco invincible without relying on anyone else’s power!

Seeing Zhao Tie unmoved, Zhou Xiong wasn’t angry; instead, a captivating brilliance burst from his eyes, as if he’d seen a rare genius.

"Good, good, good, forgetting oneself and the world, wholeheartedly pursuing the Dao."

"This boy possesses extraordinary wisdom, extraordinary perseverance, and extraordinary comprehension!"

Zhou Xiong clapped with laughter, saying "good" three tis.

"Young man, I know you have great ambitions and want to carve your own path."

"But this Vajra Technique is an ultimate skill passed down through dozens of generations in our Artifact Refining Hall."

"This technique is fated to be with you; I will pass it onto you, hoping you will carry it forward in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking,

Zhou Xiong ford a seal and imprinted each brilliant scripture into Zhao Tie’s body.

When Zhao Tie integrated these scriptures, the dark iron glow on the surface of his body was gradually replaced by a faint golden light, surprisingly exuding a hint of an extraordinary, eternally indestructible aura.

Witnessing this, the crowd felt even more envious.

To hear the Dao in the morning and die in the evening is worth it.

Zhao Tie had received the true heritage of the Artifact Refining Hall, and his future achievents were bound to be unimaginable.

However, Lu Yuan looked at this quite calmly, as everyone has their own fate and encounters.

Zhao Tie is usually straightforward, not turning back even if he hits a wall.

Now, by sheer accident, he found his own path, which ans his destiny has arrived, and there’s no need for envy.

After passing on the Daoist skill, Zhou Xiong then turned to Steward Wang, the smile on his face gradually turning cold.

"I don’t care what relationship you have with Elder Sun, this Artifact Refining Hall is my territory. If you cause chaos here, not even Elder Sun can protect you."

"Considering this is your first offense, you are confined for half a month; go to the Law Enforcent Hall to be punished!"

"Disciple thanks the hall master for his grace."

Hearing this, Steward Wang’s body trembled, and he hurriedly bowed his head in fear, not daring to argue.

The matter was thus resolved.

Zhou Xiong drifted away, and the other servant disciples, seeing this, scattered like birds and beasts, returning to their respective tasks.

Lu Yuan, hearing Zhou Xiong’s punishnt for Steward Wang, also breathed a sigh of relief.

This ans.

For the next half month, he need not worry about Steward Wang plotting against him.

These ten days are enough for him to step into the late stage of the Body Forging Realm!

That evening.

After finishing all his tasks, Lu Yuan hurried back to his residence. Without resting, he set up his stance and continued practicing the Seven Injuries Fist.

Since he used [Refining Illusion into Truth] to obtain the complete true heritage of the Seven Injuries Fist, his efficiency in practicing fists has progressed by leaps and bounds compared to before.

Every ti he practiced the fist technique, he could clearly feel his physique becoming stronger.

Late at night, as the moon shone brightly.

Lu Yuan practiced the Seven Injuries Fist, sweating profusely, nearly exhausting every ounce of strength within him.

Just as he was utterly fatigued, his body suddenly shook, and a surge of new qi and blood erupted within his limbs and bones, causing his breath to soar once more!

"Is this the fourth layer of Body Refining? I didn’t expect to break through so quickly."

Lu Yuan’s eyes brightened, revealing his delight.

According to the information in his mind, the cultivation realms of the Supre Origin Sacred Realm are roughly divided into: Body Forging, Spiritual Sea, Soul Palace, Nirvana, Celestial Fate.

Celestial Fate Realm experts are also known as Great Powers, possessing terrifying power to move mountains and overturn seas, capable of destroying the heavens and earth.

Such existences are already the pinnacle of combat power in secular dynasties, even the Sect Master of the Cyan Cloud Sect must look up to them.

As for subsequent realms, they are profound and vast, beyond the knowledge of a re servant disciple like him.

"A grand edifice rises from the ground, and the Body Forging Realm is the beginning of the Martial Dao."

"In this realm, martial artists temper their bodies through martial techniques, constantly increasing their qi and blood power. If they refine to a profound degree,"

"They can gradually shed their mortal bodies, becoming imnsely powerful, capable of splitting mountains and cracking the earth."

Feeling the surge of qi and blood power coursing through his ridians, Lu Yuan couldn’t help but clench his fists.

After stepping into the fourth layer of Body Forging, with a single swing of his arm, he could unleash a force of over a thousand pounds.

If combined with the Seven Injuries Fist, the destructive power would be even more astounding!

Yet, before Lu Yuan could fully savor the joy of his power breakthrough, a sudden wave of intense hunger washed over him.

It was as if his body had been hollowed out; after taking a few steps, his vision blurred, and his legs went soft like noodles.

"So hungry..."

Lu Yuan hurried back to his room, took out a few elixirs, and swallowed them, finally easing the intense hunger.

"The stronger a martial artist’s power, the greater the energy consumption grows exponentially."

"Ordinary food can no longer et my daily consumption; it seems I need to go to the Alchemy Hall to buy more dicinal soup and Qi Blood Pills."

Lu Yuan said helplessly.

The saying goes that literature is poor, but martial arts are rich.

In any world plane, all cultivators cannot do without resources.