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In the evening, inside the small cabin, Lufan was sleeping in a peculiar position. His head rested on his left hand as he lay on his side, his right hand naturally draped over his left shoulder. His left leg was curled up while his right leg was slightly bent and placed on top of his left leg, with his heel pressing against the inner ankle of his left leg. He breathed steadily, his complexion rosy, resembling an unborn baby.
Lufan's current posture was known as the Five Dragons Coiling Posture, a form of lying meditation that mimicked the fetal state, allowing one to enter a deep sleep and quickly recover energy.
On the other side of the room, a small stove held a little clay pot, from which wisps of steam were rising along with a strange aroma that invigorated the senses.
Inside the pot simmered a piece of Primordial Meat. After returning home at noon, Lufan had started cooking this Primordial Meat and then fell into a deep sleep to recover his energy. The stove he had crafted could maintain a steady flame for several hours without going out.
Primordial Meat was exceptionally tough and required long hours of simmering to become tender enough for the Human Body to absorb it effectively. This was why Lufan had made this special stove.
As the sun began to set, Lufan's eyes fluttered open. His nose twitched slightly; based on the scent, he knew the Primordial Meat was perfectly cooked and ready to eat.
Everything was prepared; all that remained was to cultivate.
Lufan jumped out of bed, moved the pot aside to let it cool down, then closed the door and hung a "Do Not Disturb" sign before returning to sit cross-legged on his bed. He regulated his breathing and focused his mind, preparing his body for optimal condition.
After a while, Lufan reached his best state. He picked up the pot and tasted the broth, smacking his lips in satisfaction at its excellent flavor. Without hesitation, he pulled out the Primordial Meat and devoured it in one bite, finishing every drop of broth without wasting a single bit.
In fact, Primordial Meat was best when paired with herbs to create Medicinal Cuisine for maximum effect; simply simmering it like this felt somewhat wasteful. Unfortunately, Lufan did not have the luxury of such conditions.
Fortunately, he possessed the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, which allowed him to fully extract energy from food without excessive waste.
Not long after consuming the Primordial Meat, Lufan began to feel strands of energy radiating from within him—much stronger than any ordinary food he had eaten before.
He recognized this as Heaven and Earth Origin Power and wasted no time activating the Northern Darkness Divine Skill to absorb and refine this Heaven and Earth Origin Power into Inner Strength.
A trace of Heaven and Earth Origin Power was continuously transformed into internal energy by Lufan, stored in his Dantian. After half an hour, the Primordial Meat was completely refined, and a vast amount of internal energy surged within his Dantian.
The internal energy derived from this small piece of Primordial Meat was surprisingly greater than what Lufan had accumulated over an entire year!
This realization made him acutely aware of the strength of cultivators in this world; those individuals consumed Primordial Meat daily. How powerful must they be?
After a brief moment of reflection, Lufan focused his mind. This was merely the first step; the subsequent cultivation was far more important. Everything before was just accumulation and preparation, and now the training of the Iron Cloth Technique was about to begin.
There was no need for any warm-up; Lufan was already well-versed in the method of the Iron Cloth Technique. He began to channel the internal energy from his Dantian, continuously stimulating various Acupoints throughout his body to nourish his skin, making it gradually tougher.
This was the first step: to allow his skin to adapt to the stimulation of internal energy, ensuring that the following cultivation would proceed more smoothly.
Once his skin had been sufficiently nourished, Lufan concentrated his internal energy into a single point to engage in the true training of the Iron Cloth Technique.
The Iron Cloth Technique that Lufan devised focused on the three hundred sixty-one main Acupoints throughout his body. Through special modifications, he aimed to connect all the skin together. Once successfully cultivated, regardless of where an enemy attacked, he could quickly disperse the Attack Power throughout his body via skin resonance, resulting in formidable defense.
This cultivation process required him to use each Acupoint as a foundation, continuously transforming the skin around each Acupoint with internal energy to make it stronger and tougher. After modifying one Acupoint, he would connect them in pairs to form a unified whole.
This concept came to him while reading a book on Symbolic Path Cultivation; the three hundred sixty-one Acupoints were akin to three hundred sixty-one runes, which could be combined like a formation to create powerful defenses.
Lufan started with his limbs, carefully reconstructing his skin fibers inch by inch. This required precision; without the strong control he had developed over the years, he wouldn't have been able to accomplish such a task.
His internal energy diminished gradually, depleting faster than he had calculated. Lufan estimated that he had enough internal energy to complete his cultivation and felt assured.
He couldn't afford to be careless; unlike other Martial Cultivators who viewed the vital energy of heaven and earth as boundless and thus did not need to worry, most of them practiced simple and crude methods—directly absorbing Heaven and Earth Vital Energy to refine their bodies.
In contrast, Lufan resembled a miser; he aimed to make full use of every bit of internal energy and ensure it reached its maximum value before feeling satisfied.
Half an hour later, Lufan finally completed the construction of his right palm. Initially unfamiliar with the process, he took it slowly, but now he had a grasp of the basics and began to speed up. It was as if he were weaving fabric, reweaving his skin inch by inch.
If one were to magnify Lufan's skin, they would see that he was meticulous in reconstructing the skin fibers, creating intricate patterns that were aesthetically pleasing.
This design was based on geometric patterns he understood, incorporating the stability of triangles, the resilience of circles, and the elasticity of quadrilaterals. Each acupoint served as a junction that could effectively dissipate impact while ensuring the stability of his structure.
Time passed second by second, and maintaining such high concentration drained Lufan's mental energy, causing beads of sweat to form on his forehead.
However, he did not stop. The training of the Iron Cloth Technique had to be completed in one go; each part was interconnected and could not be interrupted, or he would have to start over.
Yet his face remained calm. Compared to the trials he had endured over the years, this difficulty was nothing. Moreover, success was within reach; how could he afford to stop now?
For him, every moment was precious. The sooner he succeeded in his training, the more time and assurance he would have for his subsequent practice. After all, he was racing against death.
Finally, with the successful construction of the last acupoint, Tan Zhong Point, when Lufan connected the final strand of skin fiber, a loud boom echoed as the air rippled. Lufan's entire skin began to undulate before settling down, revealing a dark blue-black hue that looked incredibly tough.
At the same time, Lufan felt a significant increase in his physical strength. The heavy pressure that the world had imposed on him finally lightened considerably, and his body felt relaxed.
A smile spread across his face as he exhaled deeply, filled with joy.
The Iron Cloth Technique had finally been successfully cultivated.
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