“…Is this considered successful?”
After the intense surging feeling inside him disappeared, Li Muyang slowly sat up from the bed, instinctively holding onto the edge of the bed.
However, the solid wood bed collapsed like tofu under his hands, instantly crushed by him.
Li Muyang was startled and quickly stood up.
Yet, his movement was too vigorous, and the wooden floor beneath him cracked, his feet sinking into it.
Fortunately, there was no one living beneath his room, and the room itself was empty, which prevented anyone from being disturbed.
Even so, Li Muyang was startled.
“The strength of my physical body… could it be too high?”
He carefully lifted his foot, pulling it out of the hole he had created in the ground.
The power of his physical body now far exceeded what it had been before.
Li Muyang took out the Dharma-Annihilation Wheel and lightly drew it across his arm.
The Dharma-Annihilation Wheel, a low-grade spiritual weapon, was considered mainstream in the cultivation world, and most cultivators who have spiritual weapons used weapons of this grade.
However, as it slid across his arm, it failed to leave even the slightest mark on Li Muyang’s skin.
The skin that appeared soft was surprisingly tough.
Seeing that a light stroke had no effect, Li Muyang gripped the Dharma-Annihilation Wheel tighter, trying to increase the force.
Yet, the soft and resilient skin allowed the wheel to cut as much as it wanted without being pierced.
Finally, Li Muyang activated his energy, unleashing the true power of the Dharma-Annihilation Wheel.
But even as bright sparks flew from his arm and the wheel spun wildly, it still couldn’t cut through Li Muyang’s skin.
This scene filled Li Muyang with joy.
“…A low-grade spiritual weapon can’t breach my defense?”
He was only at the later stages of the Foundation Establishment period, yet the strength of his physical body was stronger than a low-grade spiritual weapon.
It seemed the system hadn’t deceived him. Once this Martial God Tyrant Body was cultivated to its peak, it could indeed shatter immortal weapons with the physical body alone.
With this invincible body, he could ignore most magical attacks in fights against peers of the same level.
And with his strong physique…
Li Muyang, in high spirits, walked out of the inn room.
He tossed two taels of silver to the innkeeper as compensation for the damage, then headed to the courtyard where he usually met with Yan Xiaoru.
In the quiet alley, Li Muyang lightly leaped and jumped into the courtyard.
He began to run around in the spacious yard, and without using any energy, he was already leaving afterimages, his speed reaching an extreme.
With another leap, again without using energy, he soared three zhang high.
Li Muyang was pleasantly surprised, growing fonder of the Martial God Tyrant Body the more he explored it.
A strong physique significantly boosted his combat capabilities.
Most cultivators were fragile mages, relying on treasures and spells for battle.
Against someone like Li Muyang, a human-shaped tyrannosaurus, the vast majority would be at a disadvantage without preparation.
Li Muyang happily ran and jumped around the courtyard, getting accustomed to his new body.
By the time night fell, he had already learned to control his strength so as not to accidentally crush the floor or break things with a touch.
And Yan Xiaoru appeared on time in the cover of night.
“Tonight, I will teach you the Nightmare Suppression Technique.”
Yan Xiaoru, wearing an ice-carved mask, sat under the eaves and began to speak.
Li Muyang obediently stood in the courtyard, ready to learn.
Over nearly two months of instruction, they had progressed from the initial cultivation techniques to demonic arts.
Yan Xiaoru mainly taught simple yet powerful demonic arts these days.
Li Muyang, who came from a remote small town with no family heritage, had no opportunity to learn demonic arts after joining the Demon Refining Sect.
Yan Xiaoru’s teachings perfectly filled this gap.
In cultivation, both the path and the techniques complement each other. Having a realm without techniques would be a disadvantage in combat.
Watching Li Muyang attentively listening, Yan Xiaoru began to recite the incantation for the Nightmare Suppression Technique.
Then, using two wooden puppets, one large and one small, she demonstrated the technique for Li Muyang to see and let him try to use it.
Soon, Li Muyang clumsily completed the Nightmare Suppression Technique.
Seeing this, Yan Xiaoru frowned slightly.
“…Why do you seem much brighter tonight?”
Li Muyang’s aptitude for cultivation was average, as was his comprehension. But tonight, his learning speed surprised Yan Xiaoru.
Li Muyang’s speed in mastering the Nightmare Suppression Technique was almost on par with her direct disciple, Ning Wan’er.
Did this kid have a special talent for the Nightmare Suppression Technique? Or had he suddenly become enlightened?
Watching Li Muyang earnestly try a few more times and easily master the technique, Yan Xiaoru looked up at the sky.
The night was only half over.
Normally, it would take Li Muyang at least two or three nights to master a common technique like the Nightmare Suppression Technique.
After some thought, Yan Xiaoru said, “I’ll pass on another technique to you, Soul Chasing Trace!”
This was a technique for tracking enemies, effective in pursuit and much more difficult than the Nightmare Suppression Technique.
It was also a different kind of demonic art.
As Yan Xiaoru recited the incantation, Li Muyang silently memorized it.
Then, under her guidance, he began to perform it.
This time it took longer, and only when dawn was breaking did Li Muyang clumsily complete his first attempt.
Even so, it was enough to astonish Yan Xiaoru.
“…Have you really become enlightened?”
Yan Xiaoru looked at Li Muyang in surprise.
“Have you encountered some kind of fortuitous opportunity recently? How have you suddenly become so much more enlightened?”
This improvement in comprehension had elevated him from an average person to the level of a genius.
Li Muyang also noticed the change in himself.
The intricacies of techniques that were difficult to understand before now seemed clear.
He hadn’t expected that the Martial God Tyrant Body would not only enhance his physique but also change his cultivation aptitude and improve his comprehension…
It was a complete transformation!
“Brother, why are you leering at me?”
In the dining room in the morning, Li Yuechan, who was eating, shifted uncomfortably and frowned at her brother across the table.
Li Muyang had been smiling all morning since he entered the room, his face beaming with joy like a groom who had just spent his wedding night.
This silly, happy smile made Li Yuechan very curious.
Li Muyang then reined in the smile at the corner of his mouth and coughed.
“Can’t I simply be happy?”
“I heard that the Demonic Sect caught a spy from the Blood Lotus Sect in the city, and I’m happy about that.”
Li Muyang casually brushed off the matter, not wanting to reveal anything about the Martial God Tyrant Body.
That could definitely become his trump card.
Besides, explaining the change in his physique was too troublesome, so keeping it a secret was the best option.