Chapter 192: Chapter 127: A Tiger in the Heart, Savoring Roses Gently

"Ascend, Primordial Golden Body Technique."

Tribulation Value points burn.

A stream of exotic energy burns, deep in Chen Ping’s mind, the Primordial Golden Body Technique Silver Body Chapter he had seen and practiced flows through his heart, all the key points being like a dam destroyed by a flood, smoothly connected.

Some obscure and incomprehensible terms and secrets naturally became clear true intent.

He broke down, pulverized, and transformed the Silver Body Realm cultivation process, the Blood Coagulation and Essence Gathering Breathing Technique method, into knowledge he could understand, forcibly integrating it into his mind and spirit.

"So that’s how it is."

Chen Ping opened his eyes, a smile appearing on his face.

Those who find it hard don’t know; those who know find it easy. After countless efforts, crossing mountains and seas, he finally cultivated the Silver Body Realm cultivation technique to perfection.

Such is the Way of Heaven, rewarding diligence.

The change in cognition, the change in spirit, led to the change in body.

Blood roared as it flowed through the body, transforming from a stream to a long river, and from a long river to a mighty river.

In this awareness, this heavy yet light blood flow contains infinite great power...

First, it transformed into twinkling silver glimmers, then most of the blood madly compressed and metamorphosed into a faint silver stream, vast and majestic like a silver Milky Way.

"Is this still blood?"

Chen Ping’s spirit attached to the blood flow, watching this silver torrent climb over mountains and bridge over waters.

Moreover, it frantically absorbed the body’s essence, growing stronger.

At Yin Acupoint, a key point boomed open.

Like opening a small blood essence lake.

Countless essence transformed into blood, rumbling through.

Power, constitution all increased.

Chen Ping sensed the overwhelming strength accompanying him, silently felt it, and discovered he increased his strength by another four thousand pounds.

Now, relying solely on physical strength, he reached an inhuman thirty-two thousand pounds.

Such tremendous strength is not apparent externally, all hidden within the silver-glowing blood flow.

Meanwhile, he realized that some of the fist and foot techniques he practiced in his past life, with ordinary use, would produce endless might.

The foundation was too strong; casually exerting force would be a peerless move, a killing stance.

After completely opening the Earth Palace Three Acupoints, the body evidently reached a phase pinnacle.

Chen Ping stood in place, feeling he resonated with this land.

It seemed he felt the pulse of the planet, as long as he stood on the ground, with unexhausted qi and blood, he possessed endless strength.

It seemed as if he could engage in fierce battle for three days and nights without tiring, without exhausting his strength.

"As long as my defense isn’t breached, my power isn’t restrained, regardless of the level of expert, I can use this enduring physical strength and infinite divine power to beat them to death."

At this moment, Chen Ping finally understood what the foundation of Primordial Sect, one of the Four Daoist Sects, was.

The Sect’s Foundation Technique, Primordial Golden Body Technique, had neither world-shaking sword techniques nor fist techniques nor mysterious skills, relying solely on a body refining technique, it placed among the world’s top sects.

Truly, this Primordial Golden Body Technique was too extraordinary.

Once the Golden Body Technique is mastered, strength enhanced, body toughened, even random punches can suffocate people with rage.

If you can withstand it, stand firm, you can output.

Such an iron clump standing there, unmoved by attacks, they have no choice but to acknowledge its top-tier status.

The spirit floating and sinking, imprinting its essence across the body’s limbs and bones, the entire body quickly became unified.

Switching from introspection to observation, he discovered the quiet room bathed in bright silver light.

Like lighting a hundred-watt bulb in a dark room.

His whole body shimmered with silver light, dazzling onlookers.

Zuo Xiaoyuan, the Outer Sect disciple serving daily life, was so startled she rolled out of bed, dashed to the door in a few strides, lifted the curtain to look, instantly dumbstruck.

"Ninth Senior Brother."

The girl’s mouth opened so wide a fist could almost fit inside, wearing inner clothes, her entire body excitedly trembling, her eyes filled with shock.

"Is this... Silver Body Realm Perfection."

Unlike other ordinary disciples who return home after learning martial arts, Zuo Xiaoyuan, an Outer Sect disciple, resided and boarded in the Primordial Martial Arts Hall, treated as an adoptive daughter by Sima Rou.

Though she herself wasn’t sure why.

Vaguely she understood it was due to the young elder brother who saved her from the flames, from despair.

Her brother Zuo Li having passed away, past matters not too clear.

Yet she was smart, gleaning bits and pieces about her brother’s tales with Young Hero Tian Qi.

Ever since the Martial Hall arranged her to care for Ninth Senior Brother’s daily life, the pity and compassion in the master and martial mother’s eyes hinted at something to the sensitive girl.

Actually, hardly needing guesses, that familiar sensation subtly informed her.

Just, without anyone speaking, she dared not ask.

"Brother Tian, is it you, is it you who returned..."

Seeing the silvery glow on Chen Ping, Zuo Xiaoyuan finally couldn’t hold back, bursting into tears.

Vaguely remembering the figure rushing into the fire-lit room, full of black tattoos, reaching great success in Iron Body.

Similar age, similar build, similarly practiced Primordial Technique, formerly not a Primordial Martial Hall disciple.

Despite the changed appearance, could such coincidences happen?

"Shhh..."

Chen Ping, having broken through Silver Body Perfection, feeling great, "Don’t disturb anyone, is it that important?"