Chapter 456: Chapter 458: The Final Step
Every evening, Qin Tian had Zhao Dahu and three others co to the small forest to "gang up on" him, persisting in cultivating the "suffering of the flesh."
And Zhao Dahu and the others, from their initial discomfort, gradually beca more and more accustod to it.
This job wasn’t bad, being able to hit soone whenever they liked and actually getting a thousand yuan for it—it was like manna from heaven.
Therefore, Zhao Dahu and his companions beca more and more cooperative, more and more enthusiastic. Whatever Qin Tian told them to do, they did; wherever he told them to hit, they hit.
After five days, Qin Tian’s body had beco sowhat numb.
Every night after practicing the "suffering of the flesh," he would return ho to heal himself. Besides using dicine to treat the bruises on his body, he would also practice simple breathing exercises to adjust his body to the optimal state.
It was on the fifth day when Qin Tian felt a breakthrough from the "suffering of the flesh," entering the realm of "Bone Pain."
"Tomorrow, you guys bring so tools, preferably so wooden sticks and steel pipes." That evening, when Zhao Dahu and the others were about to leave the small forest, Qin Tian instructed them.
"Brother, are you planning to..." Zhao Dahu was confused.
"Fists and kicks are no longer satisfying ; you’ll use tools tomorrow. Beat
with wooden sticks and steel pipes," instructed Qin Tian as he scanned the four of them.
"..."
The four n, Zhao Dahu included, were so shocked that their mouths hung open for a long ti, unable to close.
Looking at Qin Tian, their admiration and shock surged endlessly like the unceasing currents of a large river or the overflowing waters of the Yellow River—unstoppable...
Too impressive, this Brother Qin Tian, too impressive!
After being beaten by them for so many days, not only was he without a single scratch, but he also said that punches and kicks no longer satisfied him and that he needed tools...
A masochist!
The most violent, most extre masochist in history!
Zhao Dahu took a deep breath, finding it hard to believe that the person standing before him was human.
"What, you have an objection?" Qin Tian asked.
"No, no objection."
Zhao Dahu’s head shook like a rattle-drum, "We’ll bring the tools tomorrow, two wooden sticks, two steel pipes. We guarantee Brother will be satisfied, guaranteed to be ’serviced’ until you’re satisfied."
...
The next evening, true to their word, Zhao Dahu and the others brought their implents. Initially, they were still sowhat hesitant and embarrassed to strike.
But with Qin Tian’s urging, they began their career with rods and cudgels.
Qin Tian stood in the forest, channeling his energy and silently reciting the Body Tempering Technique Mnemonic, while Zhao Dahu and the four others took turns beating Qin Tian’s back and chest with wooden sticks and steel pipes.
About a week or so later, Qin Tian had completed the second stage of the "Bone Pain."
By this ti, his body was riddled with red swellings and bruises—upon first glance, it looked rather horrific.
Indeed it was horrific, but it didn’t hurt much. Qin Tian healed himself every night, but those visible marks from the beatings still needed ti to dissipate.
"Alright, my friends, tonight is the last night. No need to co after this,"
On the final night, Qin Tian gave Zhao Dahu and the others five hundred each, chuckling, "You guys could make a living by fighting but insisted on kidnapping. From now on, you better not have any ideas about Murong Fei, or I’ll beat you up every ti I see you."
Zhao Dahu and his crew hadn’t expected it to end so soon. They thought they were going to keep "fighting" in the future.
"Brother, we wouldn’t dare, we wouldn’t dare. We’ve seen what you’re capable of. We’ll stay clear of Boss Fei from now on," they said.
After Zhao Dahu and his n had left, Qin Tian found himself falling into a state of worry on his way to Green Bamboo Forest.
All this ti, he had been tirelessly working on cultivating the Body Tempering Technique, sparing no effort.
Within less than a month, he had endured the tornt of flesh and bone pain. Now, only the internal organ injury remained.
Qin Tian planned to rest for a few days to heal his external wounds before training his internal organ injury. After all, his ridians were blocked, and his body wasn’t as robust as before. If an accident occurred during his internal organ injury training, it would be a tragedy.
"This internal organ injury training... how should I do it... hiss... that’s really a problem..."
The problem was, the tornt of flesh and bone pain he had been through were manageable. He could hire so thugs to beat him up with punches, kicks, and sticks daily. Eventually, he would reach the successful cultivation state.
But internal organ injury was different. Ordinary thugs simply couldn’t reach that level. Apart from those who practiced martial arts, ordinary people couldn’t deal damage that affected the internal organs.
But where could he find soone who practiced martial arts to assist with his cultivation?
Qin Tian was in quite a dilemma.
He had originally planned to ask Lin Yu and the others at Wolong Mountain for help, but then he thought, asking them to beat him up would likely be t with resistance. Even if they agreed, they probably wouldn’t hit hard enough. In that case, Qin Tian feared that he would take a beating for nothing without achieving the effect of internal organ injury.
Moreover, he preferred to keep such cultivation matters discreet. If everyone found out, it would be so embarrassing, especially if Tang Wan, that girl, knew about it. She would certainly try to stop him from cultivating.
"For this internal organ injury, the opponent needs to be ruthless enough. A punch has to be strong enough to shake my organs to have the training effect. If it’s my own people, they can’t achieve this effect. And if I hire others, they’d be afraid of causing death and wouldn’t dare to strike hard. Most likely, it would still be a waste of effort..."
Back in his room, Qin Tian took off his clothes and cleaned his wounds, his mind preoccupied with the upcoming third stage of cultivation, feeling utterly at a loss.
"Could it be that I have to hit myself, inflict self-torture?"
Qin Tian gave a wry smile, thinking, "Does it really have to be this miserable?"
"Pig, how did your injury heal so... ah!"
Qin Tian’s bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Then, Murong Fei’s voice and figure appeared at the doorway. Before Qin Tian could react, Murong Fei had already started shouting.
Qin Tian, shirtless, sat at the edge of his bed, looking at Murong Fei with shock in her eyes, dumbfounded.
He had casually returned to his room and barely closed the door, never expecting Murong Fei would co in.
Moreover, she had such a shocked expression upon her entrance?
"Why are you so surprised? You’ve seen my butt. Does my being shirtless scare you that much?" Qin Tian said.
"You, your... your body, your injuries..."
Murong Fei’s eyes were wide with shock as she approached Qin Tian. Gazing at the dreadful wounds on his body, she beca extrely emotional, "Pig, what on earth happened to you... Who beat you up? I thought your injuries were healing, but they seem to be getting worse..."
As she spoke, Murong Fei appeared so upset she was on the verge of tears, "Tell
who bullied you, I’ll go find them..."
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