A family of loyal martyrs: Invincible from the moment they took a concubine in the mourning hall.

Chapter 3: Unconvinced, Holding Back

Xu Ming gritted his teeth, his cheek muscles bulging and veins popping on his forehead, but he didn't utter a single word.

Sweat mixed with rainwater dripped from his chin, making small dents on the ground.

This body, which had been hollowed out by wine and women, is undergoing a tremendous transformation.

His bones became denser and stronger, like steel forged through countless hammer blows. Muscle fibers tore and regenerated amidst excruciating pain, each several times thicker than before. A faint golden sheen appeared on his skin, the mark left by the tempering of his body with sword energy.

power.

Pure, domineering power, capable of tearing through steel, is continuously gushing forth from the reconstructed bones.

Xu Ming clenched his fist.

"Click click click—"

The joints cracked, like firecrackers going off.

He glanced down at his left hand and casually pinched the wooden edge of the bed.

"Click."

He crushed a piece of the solid wood bed frame like tofu.

My physical strength is now more than a hundred times greater than before.

Even if he stood still and let ordinary swords and knives cut him, they might not be able to hurt him in the slightest.

This is the Undying Sword Body after a hundredfold amplification.

The word "immortal" signifies near-undying regenerative and defensive capabilities. The word "sword body" implies that he himself is a humanoid sword.

Ye Qingqiu stood frozen in place.

She stared intently at the man in front of her.

Something's not right here.

"What the hell are you—!"

Before she could finish speaking, Xu Ming had already moved.

He grabbed her by the collar and lifted her off the bed like a chick.

"Let me go!"

Ye Qingqiu struggled fiercely and slapped Xu Ming in the chest.

"Bang!"

A palm struck Xu Ming squarely in the chest.

Xu Ming remained completely still.

Ye Qingqiu's wrist jerked, and his tiger's mouth went numb, as if he had hit an iron plate.

impossible.

Her mind completely went blank.

How could this person's body be so hard?

Xu Ming glanced down at his chest, dusted off his clothes, and remained expressionless.

"Finished?"

He didn't give Ye Qingqiu any time to react before slapping her across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the cramped room.

Ye Qingqiu's head was knocked to the side by the blow, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"You're asking for it!"

She shouted sharply.

As a disciple of the Sword Sect, burdened with a blood feud, she would rather be a death row inmate in this dark and gloomy prison than suffer such a disgrace!

She lunged at Xu Ming like a madwoman, using both fists and feet, each move deadly.

Xu Ming neither dodged nor evaded, taking every move head-on.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sounds of fists landing echoed in the room.

Ye Qingqiu exchanged more than a dozen blows, but Xu Ming did not retreat an inch.

He stood there like an iron tower, letting Ye Qingqiu's storm of attacks rain down on him without even flinching.

Then he made his move.

He punched Ye Qingqiu in the stomach.

"Ugh—"

Ye Qingqiu curled up like a shrimp, her stomach churning with acid, and she almost vomited.

Xu Ming did not stop.

He threw another punch with his backhand, landing it on her shoulder.

Then came an elbow strike to her back.

Finally, he stepped on Ye Qingqiu's chest, pinning her to the bed.

That's enough.

He looked at her coldly.

Ye Qingqiu was trampled and unable to move, his chest was in excruciating pain, and blood from the corner of his mouth flowed onto the pillow.

She stared intently at Xu Ming, her eyes filled with hatred, resentment, and humiliation, but even more so with shock and confusion.

This man's physical strength is simply incredible.

"What... happened to you...?"

Ye Qingqiu gritted her teeth, her voice hoarse.

Xu Ming did not answer.

【Ding! 】

[Congratulations, host, on completing your first binding!]

[New player gift pack has been distributed, would you like to open it?]

Xu Mingxin said, "Activate."

[New player gift pack is now available...]

[Congratulations, host, you have gained: Fifteen years of pure cultivation!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained the Immortal-grade cultivation technique, "Supreme Heaven-Devouring Technique"!]

[Congratulations, host, you have obtained: 3 Marrow Cleansing Pills!]

[Rewards have been issued; cultivation infusion has begun!]

boom!

An immense and powerful energy appeared out of nowhere within Xu Ming's body.

This energy was extremely pure, without any impurities or side effects, as if a peerless master were imparting his life's cultivation to him without reservation.

The energy flowed wildly along his newly reconstructed meridians.

The meridians of the Undying Sword Body were already several times wider than those of ordinary people, and now, after being impacted by this energy, they expanded even further.

The previously empty dantian was instantly filled with this energy.

Xu Ming closed his eyes, feeling the turbulent changes within his body.

Fifteen years of refined cultivation is not fifteen years of arduous training, but rather the equivalent of the total internal energy accumulated by a highly talented martial artist who cultivates without eating or drinking for fifteen years.

This energy surged and roared through his meridians, like an angry dragon that had been imprisoned for too long, frantically assaulting the barriers of his realm.

Rank 9 - Elite Warrior.

The threshold was instantly breached.

Xu Ming's aura went from nothing to something, directly leaping into the ninth rank.

Eighth Rank, First to Ascend.

The energy showed no signs of diminishing and continued its rapid ascent.

The barrier of the eighth rank is as thin as a sheet of paper in the face of fifteen years of pure cultivation.

It shatters at the slightest touch.

Rank 7 - Trapped in Battle!

The raging true energy surged within his body, eventually converging in his dantian to form a slowly rotating vortex. The vortex was pale gold, with faint sword light flowing within it—a special attribute bestowed upon him by the Undying Sword Body, his true energy naturally possessing sword intent.

Xu Ming suddenly opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light, and two faint sword energies flashed past his pupils.

Ye Qingqiu's eyes widened.

She was pinned to the bed, unable to move, but she could clearly feel the changes happening to Xu Ming.

This aura...

Her mind went completely blank.

She watched as Xu Ming's aura, in just a few breaths, leaped three major realms from an ordinary person with no internal strength to break through to the seventh-grade "Trapped Formation" level.

Rank 7.

That was a level she had reached after more than ten years of cultivation.

And this man did it in less than half an incense stick's time.

That's absolutely impossible!

She opened her mouth, as if to say something, but found that she couldn't make a sound at all.

Shock, fear, confusion, disbelief... countless emotions surged in her chest, eventually turning into a blank.

Xu Ming slowly moved his foot away from Ye Qingqiu's chest.

He crouched down, pinched her chin with his fingers, and forced her to lift her head.

The two locked eyes.

In Ye Qingqiu's eyes, hatred was still there, but it had been largely replaced by shock and submission.

"I don't care what your past identity was."

Xu Ming stared into her eyes, speaking slowly and deliberately.

"From this moment on, your life, your cultivation, everything about you is under my control."

Ye Qingqiu bit her lip hard, and a trickle of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

She wanted to argue, to yell, to say, "You're dreaming."

But those words stuck in my throat.

Xu Ming chuckled softly.

"You disagree?"

He released her chin, stood up, and looked down at her.

"If you're not happy, then keep it to yourself."