The dim light was like beans, making the simple room appear even more cramped and oppressive under the greenish glow.

The walls were bare, with only a shabby, greasy bedding spread on the floor, its age uncertain.

Gao Xuan looked at his hands, noticing the wide, rough palms and forearms with knotted muscles, exuding a strong sense of power.

He quickly realized something was wrong; there was a piece of rag tied around his abdomen. Removing it revealed a deep, festering wound.

It was unclear whether it was a knife wound or something else; the festering wound was already emitting a foul smell, looking quite frightening.

Gao Xuan flexed his stomach and felt a tingling pain. The wound was so rotten that he could hardly feel any pain.

The only good news was that the internal organs seemed unharmed. However, if the wound continued to fester, he wouldn't last long.

"Things are looking quite bleak..."

After resolving the issue with the Feihua Sect, Gao Xuan found himself in a new world upon waking, without time to sort through his memories.

Settling down, he sifted through the body's memories, learning that this body was called Gao the Third. Due to his naturally strong physique, he had the nickname Iron Eagle.

This body wasn't very intelligent. He had trained in a set of the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training Method with an old man in his early years but only reached the introductory level. Growing up to be twenty, he wandered through life, following a group of rogues.

The gang's leader was called Ye Ying, who established a gang known as the Thirteen Flying Eagles Gang. That's how he got the nickname Iron Eagle.

In fact, among this group of people, only Gao the Third was good at fighting. His naturally strong physique allowed the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training to grant him invulnerability to blades and great strength, despite only reaching the preliminary stage.

This time, he encountered a master whose technique was exceptionally exquisite, inflicting a gaping wound on his abdomen.

The young members of the Thirteen Flying Eagles Gang lacked education, relying on wrongdoing and ruthlessness to survive in the gang. They had no idea how to heal wounds and just applied some medicine haphazardly on Gao the Third's injuries.

As a result, Gao the Third's injuries worsened. Seeing the dire situation, no one attended to Gao the Third anymore, abandoning him in the room to fend for himself.

It was at this moment that Gao Xuan crossed over, possessing Gao the Third's body.

Fortunately, Gao the Third's injuries could still be treated, preventing him from dying here.

This world differed from the previous one. Here, cultivating martial arts involved strengthening the Qi blood and the organs. The stronger the Qi blood, the stronger the body's power.

Inner Strength was the power of Qi blood, distinct from the Inner Strength cultivation of the previous world.

Gao Xuan sorted through this body's memories and recalled the complete Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training Method imparted by the old man.

Although his Spiritual Power was entirely suppressed, he had no issues organizing memories.

The knowledge a person sees and knows is usually recorded, just that there's no way to access most of it.

It's like a hard drive repeatedly overwritten with information, and the average person can only read the outermost layer of data.

An expert, however, can use techniques to decode all the information recorded on the hard drive.

Gao Xuan's Spiritual Power allowed him to access all the memory information of this body, including various memories from infancy.

The old man's instruction on the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training Method was complete; this person simply didn't understand and only practiced the most superficial two levels, fortifying the flesh.

As for further strengthening the tendons and bones, it was all due to his naturally strong physique, not through training.

Gao Xuan organized the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training Method, discovering it to be a rather advanced Body Refining Method.

Externally it trains the flesh, internally it trains the tendons and bones; once the flesh and tendons are extremely robust, the five viscera and six bowels are strengthened further.

The Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training Method consists of thirteen levels, and Gao Xuan's current body was merely at the second level. His martial skills were extremely rudimentary, but he could fight somewhat due to his natural physical strength.

When faced with someone skilled in Sword Technique, his abdomen was split open by a single strike. Fortunately, the attacker's Sword Technique wasn't top-notch, and he was intimidated by Gao the Third's strength, avoiding piercing the internal organs with one blow.

Gao Xuan studied the Thirteen Grand Protectors' Cross Training Method, feeling there was much potential in it. Although it was solely a Body Refining Method, it held significant utility for him.

Gao Xuan stood up and walked out of the room, heading straight to the kitchen.

The Thirteen Flying Eagles Gang was actually just over twenty young men living in a large compound.

Gao Xuan, being strong and relatively simple-minded, was made the third-in-command. However, due to his stupidity, he was easily manipulated by the leader; thus, his role as third-in-command was merely for show.

As his injuries worsened, no one in the gang wanted to deal with him anymore.

The compound had two courtyards; the leader Ye Ying and the second-in-command Liu Ying resided in the rear courtyard. The rest of the members crammed into the front courtyard.

The kitchen was located in the east wing of the second courtyard, where the cook also slept.

There were no lights in the kitchen, only a faint glow from the charcoal in the stove. The cook, Old Zhu, lay opposite the stove snoring heavily, resembling a fat pig both in sound and appearance.

He was also the only fat member of the gang.

Gao Xuan walked over and lightly kicked Old Zhu. Even though he used little force, Old Zhu let out a yelp and sat up abruptly.

Old Zhu was startled seeing a towering figure before him, almost wetting his pants. After rubbing his eyes and recognizing the figure as Gao the Third, his expression changed immediately.

"You big fool, seeking death in the middle of the night?"

Even though Gao the Third was third-in-command, his intelligence issues meant no one in the gang respected him. With Gao the Third nearly dying recently, Old Zhu cared even less about the fool.

Growing increasingly furious, Old Zhu yelled, "If you want to die, go outside to do it, don't bring misfortune here!"

As Old Zhu was scolding furiously, Gao Xuan suddenly reached out to grip Old Zhu's throat.

Gao Xuan's wide hand and thick fingers easily clamped down on Old Zhu's throat. Despite the abdominal injury, his raw strength nearly crushed Old Zhu's throat with his grip alone.

This method is ruthless, it's not just the throat pain, but the inability to breathe that's truly terrifying. Such intense suffocation can shatter an ordinary person's will.

Old Zhu was both shocked and furious. He initially wanted to struggle and shout, yet when his eyes met Gao Xuan's deep, icy gaze, he immediately didn't dare to move.

Within just a few seconds, Old Zhu felt the pain of suffocation. His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes rolled back.

Under such circumstances, he couldn't control himself below, and his pants were completely soaked.

Seeing that Old Zhu was about to suffocate to death, Gao Xuan finally let go and tossed Old Zhu to the ground.

Old Zhu gasped heavily, clutching his throat with tears streaming, feeling both wronged and scared. He didn't dare to make a sound.

Gao Xuan found a broken chair to sit on, coldly watching Old Zhu.

After Old Zhu caught his breath, Gao Xuan said, "Boil a pot of water, find some thick needles and thread, and cloth strips to boil."

Old Zhu looked utterly confused, not understanding what Gao Xuan intended to do. In the dim light, he couldn't see Gao Xuan's expression clearly, only those deep, icy eyes.

Terrified, he dared not ask further, hastily lit the fire, put on some wood, and filled a pot with more than half full of water.

Then, Old Zhu fetched some cloth strips and needles, showed them to Gao Xuan, and tossed them into the pot to boil.

Gao Xuan also found a butcher knife and threw it into the pot to boil together.

Once the water boiled, he fished everything out and set the cloth strips aside to dry.

Gao Xuan first cleaned his hands with the hot water, then washed the wound with it. His determination was extraordinary, such intense physical pain wasn't a problem for him.

After handling these, Gao Xuan picked up the sterilized butcher knife and cut away all the rotten flesh from the wound.

This process was extremely bloody and frightening.

Old Zhu, holding a lamp nearby, dared not watch more after glancing twice. Although he often slaughtered pigs and even killed people, it was his first time seeing someone cutting their own flesh with a knife.

The scariest part was Gao Xuan's expressionless face, as if it wasn't his body.

Gao Xuan cut away all the rotten flesh, and the wound kept bleeding profusely. He didn't care, grabbing the needle and thread to forcibly sew up the long wound.

This method was extremely crude, but under these conditions, it was the best form of treatment.

His body was robust, even with a festering wound he managed to hold up, without septicemia or organ failure. This comparatively minor wound was no problem.

After forcibly sewing up the wound, Gao Xuan applied a bit of the wound medicine. The powder seemed effective, bringing a cool sensation and much comfort.

Lastly, Gao Xuan wrapped the wound with the dried, clean cloth strips.

After all this, daylight had already broken outside.

It was clearly winter, with the wind howling outside. Even though daylight had come, no one was up and about.

Gao Xuan told Old Zhu, "From today onward, each meal I need an extra two pounds of meat. If I don't get it, I'll visit you at night."

His tone was calm, yet Old Zhu's greasy, black face turned pale with fear. He nodded repeatedly, not daring to utter a word.

Terrified after being dealt with by Gao Xuan, Old Zhu had his courage scared out of him. He dared not disobey.

Not until Gao Xuan left did Old Zhu look at the ground covered in bloodstains and torn pieces of cloth, unable to help but sigh.

He had lived half a lifetime, lacking martial arts skill, but his brain was fine. Last night, Gao the Third seemed completely transformed, without a hint of folly.

Old Zhu initially thought of telling Ye Ying about this, but thinking of Gao Xuan's calm, profound demeanor, he lost the courage to snitch.

Although Ye Ying seemed formidable with his brash ways, he was rather sinister at heart. But if he were to truly clash with Gao the Third, he might not necessarily win against this fool.

The key issue is that Gao the Third can fight, Ye Ying can't possibly deal with Gao the Third just for him.

The real trouble is Gao the Third wanting to eat meat. Six pounds of meat a day is incredibly difficult for him!

The Thirteen Flying Eagles Gang is just a street gang occupying this poor West District. There's hardly any fat to go around.

Eating meat for them is already a feast, how could they possibly eat meat every day?

Old Zhu sighed, "Why won't this guy just die, better die soon..."

Regardless of how much Old Zhu grumbled, he didn't dare to talk to Ye Ying; he could only prepare the meat for Gao Xuan.

By noon, Gao Xuan received a meal of two pounds of fatty meat chunks stewed with potatoes, plus five large pancakes—his first meal with meat since his injury.

Gao Xuan ate until he was fifty percent full, far from enough nutrition for his strong body.

He went to the kitchen for five more large pancakes, reaching seventy percent fullness.

After eating and drinking to his satisfaction, Gao Xuan slept soundly.

After a few days like this, despite the wound not being fully healed, his spirits had recovered.

One day, Ye Ying came to see Gao Xuan with a few subordinates. Upon entry, he noticed Gao Xuan's rosy complexion, totally different from the previous pallid look.

Ye Ying was greatly surprised, "Old Third, you're alive!"

He patted Gao Xuan on the shoulder, "Good, good, the gang relies on you to charge into battle!"

Ye Ying thought for a moment and said, "Tomorrow, the Black Tiger Gang invited me to discuss matters. You can come with me, and show the Black Tiger Gang our strength!"

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