In three or four months, once he cultivated the Iron Armor Skill to Perfection in the Muscle Strengthening Realm, Chen Cheng would be a Perfect Martial Artist of the Muscle Strengthening Realm. And he was only nineteen and a half, not yet twenty years old.
To reach Muscle Strengthening Realm Perfection at nineteen—such a cultivation speed was simply monstrous!
The so-called heaven-sent geniuses of Linji City were a world apart from Chen Cheng, like the difference between clouds and mud.
Even the True Disciples from the major powers in the State City probably couldn’t hold a candle to him.
After all, Chen Cheng had only started his Martial Arts Cultivation after transmigrating. Going from the Beginner Level of the Skin Grinding Realm to Muscle Strengthening Realm Perfection would have taken him less than two years, all told.
"Three years for Skin Grinding, five for Muscle Strengthening, and ten for Bone Forging"—that was already considered the mark of a genius.
For Chen Cheng to go from Skin Grinding to Muscle Strengthening Realm Perfection in just two years... If word got out, no one would believe him. It was the stuff of legends.
After wiping out the Zhou Family, he had obtained five Low Grade Muscle Strengthening Pills. Once he finished absorbing them, his Dragon Eagle Muscle Strengthening Technique should also be close to Perfection.
Being short one or two Low Grade Muscle Strengthening Pills wasn’t a major issue for Chen Cheng; he could always figure out a way to get more.
At that point, with both his Iron Armor Skill and Dragon Eagle Muscle Strengthening Technique at Perfection, the developnt of his Major Tendons would likely reach the absolute limit of the Muscle Strengthening Realm, allowing him to form the legendary Flood Dragon Tendons.
He had ford the Profound Gold Hide in the Skin Grinding Realm. Now, in the Muscle Strengthening Realm, he would form Flood Dragon Tendons comparable to Tier Four Demon Jiao Major Tendons. Every step of Chen Cheng’s cultivation was incredibly solid, pushed to the absolute peak of what was possible. His future cultivation limit would also be the pinnacle of Martial Arts Cultivation, enabling him to reach the rank of Martial Saint, or an even more formidable realm beyond.
’Step by step, I will eventually reach the highest peak on the path of the Martial Dao!
The future is full of promise!’
Chen Cheng’s eyes sparkled, a faint smile playing on his lips.
’This feeling, where hard work is guaranteed to pay off, and the payoff is always the absolute best... it’s just incredible.’
’Still, my strength is too low right now. I have to keep a low profile and not get too arrogant. If anyone discovered I have the potential to reach the peak of the Martial Dao, I’d probably be eliminated before I even got started.’
Chen Cheng suppressed his elation, resolving to stick to his principle of revealing only three-tenths of his strength while hiding the other seven. He would hide his true abilities as much as possible, so long as he could still obtain enough resources for his Martial Arts Cultivation.
Just then, Mu Xiaowan erged from the kitchen with a gentle smile. "Brother Cheng, are you done with your cultivation?"
"Mm," Chen Cheng replied softly.
Mu Xiaowan looked at Chen Cheng, then hurried back inside to grab a cotton cloth. As she wiped the sweat from his face, she chided him with a hint of concern in her voice.
"Brother Cheng, you work too hard on your Martial Arts Cultivation. You were up all night, you should get so proper rest."
Chen Cheng gently caught her delicate, fair hands. "It’s fine," he said with a smile. "I’m stronger than an ox now."
"Hmph, you’re the one who should be studying the Martial Dao with my master!" Mu Xiaowan teased, blinking her clear, bright eyes.
Chen Cheng put on a helpless expression. "A pity the Madam’s standards are too high. She wouldn’t have ."
Mu Xiaowan pouted her pretty lips. "Tsk! Brother Cheng, you’re talking nonsense. Have you forgotten my master wanted to fight Mr. Zheng for the chance to take you as her disciple?"
"Oh, I had forgotten about that," Chen Cheng chuckled. Seeing her adorable expression, he was moved and leaned in to give her a gentle peck on the lips.
He felt their enchanting softness and found himself reluctant to pull away.
"Mmph..." Mu Xiaowan’s cheeks flushed. She quickly pulled away, her eyes darting about as she said with a playful pout, "Brother Cheng, you’re shaless."
"We’re husband and wife, and there’s no one else around. What’s there to be shy about?" Chen Cheng laughed. But as he turned his head, he saw two small heads poking furtively out of the kitchen doorway, wide eyes peeking into the yard.
Mu Xiaowan noticed Xi’Er and Dong’Er as well, and her lovely face grew even redder.
Fortunately, the two young maids were quick-witted. They hastily apologized and scurried back into the kitchen.
"Master, Madam, we were just starting the fire! We didn’t see anything!"
"Yes, yes! We saw nothing at all!"
The two maids’ rabbit-like antics made Mu Xiaowan chuckle.
"Brother Cheng, our maids are such clever little things."
Chen Cheng shrugged. "Looks like they need to be taught a lesson."
"Oh, co on, I was complinting them! Xi’Er and Dong’Er are both very diligent and quite good, you know."
Mu Xiaowan, no longer feeling shy, instead drew the short sword from her waist.
"Brother Cheng, the Demon Beast at is stewing in the kitchen and won’t be ready for a while. How about I spar with you for a bit?"
"Alright. Let’s see how strong you’ve beco from Cultivating the Martial Dao with the Madam," Chen Cheng said with a nod, taking his long saber in hand.
"You’d better be careful then, Brother Cheng." As she spoke, Mu Xiaowan’s clear eyes grew even brighter, taking on a sharp glint. With a swift movent, she lunged, her short sword stabbing toward Chen Cheng’s heart.
Her footwork was nimble, her Sword Technique fluid and fast. In the blink of an eye, she was just three feet from him.
’Whoa! Xiaowan’s strength must have already reached Great Success in the Skin Grinding Realm, and her Phantom Sword Technique is nearing Perfection.’
Chen Cheng praised her inwardly and quickly executed his Deer Cutting Saber Technique, launching a counter-strike.
But unexpectedly, Mu Xiaowan’s Sword Technique suddenly shifted. She pivoted, thrusting her sword toward Chen Cheng’s right ribs in a brutally sharp attack.
That single strike alone could probably instantly kill an ordinary Hospital Martial Artist who had reached Great Success in Saber Technique.
Shocked, Chen Cheng dodged aside. But having seized the montum, Mu Xiaowan’s Phantom Sword Technique grew even more ferocious as she unleashed a flurry of strikes, surrounding him.
The two of them fought in the courtyard for dozens of rounds. Chen Cheng mostly dodged and parried, only occasionally launching a counter-attack or two with his saber.
Mu Xiaowan, however, was like a different person. She unleashed the Phantom Sword Technique to its fullest extent. Her sword strikes were incomparably sharp and utterly rciless. Every move was a killing blow, brimming with a murderous aura and a ferocious, overwhelming intensity.
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