"Xiaoyu, endure it!"
Grandfather Qin saw his grandson's body turn red like a cooked crab and imdiately let out a low shout.
There are many thods to perform the Dragon's Ridge Technique, and he chose for Qin Yu the most painful, the most difficult to bear.
However, this thod also had the highest success rate.
"Grandfather... I can endure it!"
Qin Yu gritted his teeth, large beads of sweat trickling down his chiseled face, constantly dropping.
This feeling was like running wildly outdoors under forty-degree heat.
Not only was the skin burning hot, but the internal organs felt as though they were boiling in water, and even the breath he exhaled carried sparks.
Had it been anybody else, they probably would have jumped out of the dicinal bath long ago.
But thinking of Yan Mingyu, who was still waiting for him in the office, and his sister Wei'er, who was trapped in pain and suffering, Qin Yu slowly closed his eyes.
Even as the intense burning sensation made him tremble slightly, he did not make another sound.
He was a husband, a big brother; they all needed him for protection and to watch over them.
The prerequisite was that he must have enough strength.
Therefore, the Dragon's Ridge Technique had to be a success!
It was hard to tell how much ti had passed when Qin Yu felt completely numb before he slowly opened his eyes.
"How is it, have you adapted?"
Grandfather Qin had been watching his grandson; seeing him open his eyes, he imdiately asked.
"Mm, it feels much better!"
Qin Yu nodded, his voice dry.
"Only an hour has passed, the dicinal broth has cooled down. I need to stoke the fire and bring the broth to a boil. Repeat this process three tis, and the first stage is basically considered passed!"
Grandfather Qin said with a serious face.
"Uh... Grandfather, you've worked hard!"
Qin Yu was stunned, thinking he had finally endured it, not expecting that it was just the beginning.
Indeed, becoming a master was not an easy task. If performing the Dragon's Ridge Technique were so easy, the streets would probably be full of experts.
"Ah, I'm all right, it's just tough on you. Normally, the Dragon's Ridge Technique should be done gradually, taking at least three months to show effects. But you only have three days, so I can only administer a strong redy, using the oldest, most painful thod to perform your Dragon's Ridge Technique!"
Grandfather Qin sighed softly.
"Haha, Grandfather, as long as Mingyu is alright, as long as Wei'er is alright, what does a bit of suffering matter to !"
Qin Yu smiled with a wry grin.
"Alright, then I'll start adding fire now!"
Grandfather Qin began throwing firewood under the pot; the dicinal broth that had already cooled began to heat up once again.
"Hiss..."
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Qin Yu bit down on his teeth once more.
If there were a mirror, he could see that the skin below his neck was already covered in blisters.
The heated dicinal broth stimulated them, causing the blisters to burst, aning that the muscles beneath the skin were making direct contact with the broth.
This kind of sensation was like rubbing salt into a wound.
It made the veins on Qin Yu's neck bulge out, writhing like earthworms.
But he forced himself not to make any noise.
Ti passed, minute by minute.
As the dicinal broth cooled, the pain began to wane.
However, this was just a single cycle. Two more such cycles were waiting for him.
Grandfather Qin added fire to the pot again; the dicinal broth started to boil once more.
This ti, the pain was even greater than before. It felt as if countless sharp knives were piercing through his skin, desperately boring into the depths of his body.
They shredded his muscles and ridians into pieces.
"Xiaoyu, if it's too much, just shout out!"
Grandpa Qin saw his grandson biting down so hard on his teeth that the corners of his mouth were streaked with blood, revealing a look of unbearable pain.
Qin Yu didn't speak, just gently and firmly shook his head.
It wasn't that he had grown accustod to this kind of pain, but that he truly had no strength left to speak.
Apart from his eyes still being able to move, it seed his entire body no longer belonged to him.
Yet, within his body, there was a warm current that had never appeared before, flowing slowly along his ridians.
It was like a cool thread of ice, not powerful, but very tenacious, and incomparably comfortable wherever it went.
"Little Yu, can you feel it?"
Grandpa Qin had caught a hint of sothing in his grandson's complex expression.
"Mm, Grandpa, what is that warm current? I've never felt it before!"
Qin Yu asked, sowhat puzzled.
"Internal energy, the essence of life. Ordinary people store their internal energy in their kidneys, whereas martial artists store it throughout their bodies. When you can sense this flow of energy, it ans you have crossed the threshold from an ordinary person and beco a true Martial Artist!"
Grandpa Qin explained.
"That's great, it looks like I'm about to pass the first test!"
Qin Yu, while sensing the changes in his body, spoke sowhat excitedly.
"Right, one more ti, and if you endure it, you'll have succeeded!"
After saying this, Grandpa Qin stood up, took out a small, ancient-looking box from his chest, and opened it to reveal red powder inside.
"Grandpa, what is this?"
Qin Yu couldn't resist asking. Clearly, it was sothing extrely precious.
"Fire Dragon Incense! It can only be found in the deep deserts where temperatures reach eighty or ninety degrees. It enhances your internal energy, spirit, and refines your ridians and muscles. It was given to by my forr ntor, and there's not much left!"
As he spoke, Grandpa Qin poured all the red powder from the box into the herbal bath.
If this substance were auctioned on the black market, it would fetch at least a few million. Yet, for his grandson to successfully make half a step into Huajin, he felt no reluctance.
Gurgle gurgle...
The red powder entered the herbal bath, causing it to boil over imdiately, and the air was filled with a strange fragrance in an instant.
"Ah...."
The essence in the herbal bath, stimulated by the Fire Dragon Incense, desperately penetrated Qin Yu's body.
If the previous two tis felt like a knife drilling into his body, this last ti felt as if countless Silver Needles were piercing his soul.
He couldn't help but open his mouth and let out a painful roar.
The herbal soup also began to clear from its original murky state at a visible rate.
"Ah...."
Qin Yu couldn't describe his current feelings; it was as if he was subrged in sulfuric acid or lava, with his body nearly completely lting away.
It was as though his flesh was peeling off his bones.
"Hold on!"
Grandpa Qin's eyes reddened a bit, and his hands, ford into claws, reached for Qin Yu's spine.
"Ah...."
Qin Yu's spine shifted under Grandpa Qin's hands, as if rearranging themselves.
It is well known that human movent, sensation, organ function, and nerve balance are all under the control of the spinal nerves. And now Grandpa Qin was forcibly moving them, an agony that could only be imagined.
Qin Yu no longer had the strength to clench his fists, and even the roaring sounds beca as weak as a mosquito's buzz.
Only his bloodshot eyes proved the extent of the agonizing pain he was enduring, which had certainly reached a terrifying degree.
Yet, Grandpa Qin continued expressionlessly, massaging and moving along Qin Yu's spine.
"Crack..."
Not until a crisp sound rang out.
Qin Yu's head tilted, and he passed out completely.
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