"That bitch said body strengthening? This is just pure torture!" Rahu hissed. Inside a large room, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say it was a large chamber, a spacious area.

Rahu was standing at the center, with his body pressed by the gravity to the extreme. It was five times the normal gravity.

The cave's stone walls were special; they absorbed every scream, every breath.

But that wasn't the most horrifying part, which made him hiss in pain. Thousands of sharp [Mana Needles] were pierced inside his body, making him look like a porcupine.

Each breath was like inhaling molten hot lava. His muscles strained, and his tendons snapped. His spine felt like there was a mountain pressing down on him.

These were made by condensing raw mana to the extreme. They shook every second, releasing strong mini-vibrations that shattered his bones every second.

He had to absorb mana in the cave to recover and rely on his demonic core for regeneration. The problem here wasn't just pain, it was extreme…pain!

Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack! Crack!

This was his third day inside the chamber, and he had been repeating this process continuously without taking any breaks.

His demonic core and vital soul core were spinning to the extreme to regenerate his continuously broken body.

But he stood there, his back straight and his eyes closed. He was standing there because of his will… It kept him pressing. It refused to budge.

This went on for six more days, and in these days, he had survived just by absorbing mana and absorbing mana. His body was shaking.

Finally, after a week. The needles on his body were slowly being absorbed into his body, easing his horrendous pain.

"Sigh…Just wait till I get stronger, we'll see who cries louder," Rahu thought. Of course, he didn't dare say this out loud; who knew what other powers that woman had?

"If the sect master is this strong, what about the Supreme Elder? The Empress? Other hidden cultivators? This world is really…exciting!"

Rahu grinned, finally able to smile after all the torture.

Whooosh

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"Good job surviving that."

The Master's Voice echoed through the hall. Rahu lifted his head slightly.

"I honestly expected you to give up after the third day. Because that's the maximum an average cultivator can handle pain and mental torture. Not bad for the entry level for this technique."

"Entry level, huh? The cultivators of the Heaven Refining Body Sect must be quite strong."

Rahu chuckled, hearing his laugh. The sect master intervened.

"No, it is only practiced by the core disciples of that sect, and the Elders even practice the advanced level of this art."

The sect master replied.

"Then how did you get this technique from them? I'm sure they weren't on the stall I visited a week back."

"...That mouth of yours is still annoying as ever, I see, and no, I got this from the sect master of that sect."

"And let me guess, you won it as a bet or something similar."

"..."

"Anyway, you have successfully stepped into Heaven Refining Body Arts, the toughest stage. It increases your pain tolerance, and the raw mana that I had condensed into needles is properly engraved in your bones. Now you can officially practice these arts."

The sect master said, her voice melodious and pleasant as always.

"How many stages are there in this art?" Rahu said, his voice was filled with curiosity. He certainly didn't look like someone who had been through such extreme torture.

"You don't have to know that, just keep practicing. The rest will eventually be known by you."

"Alright"

"The first stage of this art is tempering one's body to the extreme. You will be exposed to all the basic elements, and by withstanding their pressure and essence, you will develop an instinctive immunity to those"

"What!?" He couldn't help but be shocked. Many didn't understand the word here; it wasn't mere resistance, but immunity!

"Of course, it is not a hundred percent immunity; it will at least be ninety percent based on your soul power and body."

"...I see, alright, sect master, I'm ready," Rahu said, suppressing his curiosity. He will be experimenting with this later anyway, so what's the point of asking?

"Go inside that room. I had already set it up with all the elements required. Stay there for five weeks…if you come out sane out of that room—" Saying that, a box materialised in front of Rahu.

Rahu's eyes widened. He felt that familiar energy, [Soul Cores!]

"Absorb these," she said, completing her sentence. But Rahu didn't glance at those; instead, he looked up.

"Heh, Sect Master, why do I feel like I'm being fattened up as a pig to slaughter. Why don't you tell me the real reason here?" Rahu laughed, but his words were anything but funny.

Even while cultivating with those needles, he was extremely cautious of the mana that was entering his body; he was no three-year-old. That's why he had repeatedly checked and verified it by passing a wisp of it through his [Dimensional Core].

And to his relief, other than being converted to [Dimensional Energy], nothing harmful or repulsive had happened.

The sect master fell silent for a moment before,

"...Sigh, it's natural you feel that way, but I assure you. I am not doing this to harm you, nor am I doing this to fatten you up; there are just two reasons for this. First, as you had known, you carry 'her' mark inside your body—which you'll eventually know who she is."

"The second reason is…your potential. I'm investing in you for the sake of my sect, if one day something unfortunate happens to me."

The sect master said, her voice sounding a bit low.

Rahu raised his brow. This overpowered bitch and unfortunate in one sentence? Yeah, please.

He shook his head, "I do not like being tied to things like gratitude, favour, and debt. Those things are reserved for my woman, and before you snap at me, I'll say this: if you want me to protect your sect in the future, you either become mine or…"

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