Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Chapter 174 Becoming Lord Lund's Disciple, Using the Refrigerator

Half an hour later, he arrived at the entrance of Red Leaf Manor.

The tall iron gate was half-open. Xilun pushed it open and went through the cobblestone path to the magnificent hall.

He gently placed the three-pound can of tea on the expensive mahogany table and stood quietly to the side, waiting.

Before long, heavy footsteps echoed from the depths of the corridor.

Lund emerged wearing a large silk robe, his hair still damp, clearly having just finished washing up.

He glanced at the small tin can on the table, then at Xilen, and suddenly laughed in exasperation: "You brat, the Pioneer Cup champion gets a full sixty pounds in prize money! And you come all morning and all you do is buy me a three-pound can of lousy tea?"

Xilun replied calmly and respectfully, "Your Excellency, with your status and position, this estate certainly has no shortage of any precious teas."

Even if I spent all sixty pounds, I still couldn't buy anything that would amaze you.

So I only bought one that's good for my physical and mental health; it's a small gift but carries great meaning.

Lund's lips twitched involuntarily after hearing this.

He stepped forward, picked up the can of tea casually, and placed it on the glass cabinet beside him, his gaze becoming profound.

"Okay, hearing your explanation has made me feel much better."

He placed the tea leaves on the cabinet, arranging them neatly so that they were perfectly symmetrical, before nodding slightly.

Turning his head to look at Xilun, he pondered for a moment...

"Do you have time these few days?" Lund suddenly asked, his tone becoming serious.

Xilun paused, then looked up at the other person: "I have time. What's up?"

Lund stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Xiren, and said in a deep voice, "After this Vanguard Cup, I have seen your potential."

I hope to train you as my fifth disciple. What is your opinion?

Upon hearing this, Xilun's heart skipped a beat.

He paused, then quickly stood up from his chair, standing ramrod straight.

"I would naturally be willing to become Lord Lund's disciple."

Lund looked at his calm face and suddenly laughed, but the laughter didn't reach his eyes: "No matter how excited you are right now, I still have to remind you."

Even after becoming my knight's disciple, to become a truly powerful knight, one still needs to put in effort that is no less than that of others.

There's not much help I can offer you. You still have to walk your own path.

Lund's words revealed a cruel truth.

In this dog-eat-dog world of extraordinary individuals, the title of mentor can only provide a layer of protection; true strength can only be cultivated through blood and sweat.

Siren looked calmly into Lund's eyes and said earnestly, "Being able to listen to Your Excellency's teachings at any time and receive your guidance at crucial moments is already the greatest help to me."

Lund nodded slightly, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.

He wasn't afraid of his disciples having poor talent; he was afraid they would be arrogant and unable to see reality.

"It's good that you think that way." Lund walked to the sofa and sat down. "Over the next few days, I will gradually inform some friends in the circle about my new disciple."

This can be considered as giving you a protective charm in Saint Laurent City.

As he spoke, he pinched the bridge of his nose and pondered, "Your current 'Great Sea Whale Breathing Technique' is powerful, but your cultivation progress is not fast."

I think we could perhaps find a training room specifically for you at the Iron Cross Fighting Club and make targeted modifications.

You should go to the club to train; the resources there are much better than your shabby hotel.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask me.

A surge of joy welled up in Xilun's heart. A private training room for modifications—this was a privilege reserved for core disciples.

"Yes, sir, thank you, teacher." Xilun immediately changed his form of address.

Lund leaned back on the sofa, picked up the coffee the butler had just brought, and took a sip. "Any other questions?"

Xilun thought for a moment, then looked toward the depths of the manor: "Your Excellency, I would like to try the refrigeration unit you mentioned before."

I want to see if it will help with my breathing technique.

Upon hearing this, Lund burst into laughter, the sound echoing in the empty hall: "Good lad, you've only just become my apprentice and you're already eyeing my good stuff."

Go give it a try. If you haven't done any practice or warm-up, going straight in will be very effective.

"Butler, take him there."

The silver-haired butler bowed slightly and gestured for them to proceed.

Xiren followed the butler through a long corridor to a room in the manor's underground that was sealed off by a heavy steel door.

As I pushed open the door, a subtle yet chilling cold wafted out.

In the center of the room stands a strangely shaped, enormous machine, its surface covered with brass pipes and a pulsating pressure gauge, showcasing the unique mechanical beauty of steampunk to its fullest extent.

"Relax, Master Siron."

The butler smiled and pointed to a metal bed under the machine.

Xilun took off his coat, leaving him in only a thin shirt, and lay down on the cold metal bed.

As the butler pulled down a heavy lever, the machine emitted a deep roar.

Xilun felt the bed beneath him begin to move slowly, being moved into the machine.

Immediately afterwards, a cool breeze slowly blew down from above.

No, that wasn't wind at all.

Xilun's eyes widened instantly.

It was a kind of extremely strange, tiny particle that penetrated clothing and acted directly on the skin.

Xilun felt his skin, muscles, and even every nerve being intensely stabbed.

The feeling was like thousands of cold, fine needles piercing your body at the same time.

The muscles instinctively tensed up, and the body's Qi and blood began to condense and contract spontaneously under the extreme cold stimulation in order to resist external invasion.

He felt his whole body tingling and trembling.

While chilling to the bone, the "Great Ocean Whale Breathing Technique" seemed to sense a huge survival crisis and began to accelerate uncontrollably.

The sound of blood rushing through the veins, to Xilun at this moment, was like the crashing of waves.

Xilun thoughtfully sensed the changes within his body.

He discovered that his breathing technique was operating at an unprecedentedly high speed.

The vibration frequency of those cold particles seemed to resonate in some strange way with the blood and qi in my body.

"If the vibration of these particles could be modulated—"

Xilun pondered to himself, "If I could adjust the elemental frequency to be similar to my breathing, the efficiency of this breathing technique would probably be even higher, and it could even achieve twice the result with half the effort."

As time went on, Xilun felt that cold pain begin to penetrate deep into his bones.

The cold particles seemed to transform into invisible blades, tearing at his muscles, only to be quickly restored by the nourishment of his blood and qi.

Tearing, healing, tearing again, healing again.

In this extremely painful cycle, he could clearly feel his body becoming more resilient and powerful.

With each breath, his strength became increasingly refined, and on the illusory panel on his retina, the "Great Ocean Whale Breathing Technique" appeared.

The experience points are slowly increasing at a visible rate.

After half an hour.

The machine's roar ceased, and the metal bed slowly retreated.

Xilun sat up in bed and walked out, his brow furrowing slightly.

He looked down at his hands, clenched his fists tightly, and a faint popping sound came from the air.

He felt a subtle yet fundamental change in his body, and he was captivated by the powerful sense of fulfillment he experienced.

"How are you feeling?" The butler walked forward with a smile, handing over a set of clean clothes.

Xilun paused for a moment, took the clothes, and found that the fabric was extremely soft and tough: "This doesn't seem to be my clothes."

The butler maintained a polite smile and explained, "Your clothes were soaked with sweat just now, so they've been taken away to be washed."

These are practice clothes specially prepared for guests. They are made of high-grade ice silk, which is very breathable.

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Xiren wore this black training suit, which fit her very well.

The butler asked again, "How are you feeling? This refrigerator was acquired by the Master from the Cult of Mechanics at a great expense."

After a moment's thought, Xilun replied seriously, "It feels strange. It's as if my body is completely activated when this cold air envelops me."

The blood flow and energy circulation within the body begin to act as if facing a formidable enemy, operating at a speed several times faster than usual.

Xilun paused, then added, "Moreover, it seems that under such extreme pressure, my skin tempering and flesh regeneration have become even more robust."

It was as if the blind spots that were difficult to reach under normal breathing techniques had been tempered and made extremely solid under the pressure of the cold air.

The butler smiled with satisfaction after hearing this: "Your understanding is truly remarkable. This is the experience that the knight has accumulated over many years."

If one cultivates under such high pressure and extreme conditions, it might push the extraordinary physical tempering methods to their limits, allowing the body to become more adept at controlling power.

Around noon, Xilun was invited to the manor's restaurant.

The restaurant was decorated in an extremely luxurious style, with a huge glass chandelier hanging from the ceiling, reflecting a dazzling light.

A snow-white tablecloth covered the long dining table.

However, the food served was rather ordinary.

There were no delicacies, just several large plates of roasted meat and some vegetables.

Lund sat in the main seat, picked up his knife and fork, cut off a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and said, "Try the meat here, it tastes very good."

And that dish of vegetables—these are fresh bamboo shoots picked this morning from the back hill.

Without any hesitation, Xilun picked up his knife and fork, cut off a piece of meat, and put it in his mouth.

The meat was extremely tender and had a unique aroma. After swallowing it, a warm current immediately surged in the stomach, instantly replenishing the energy and blood consumed during the morning's cultivation.

The bamboo shoots were also fresh, fragrant, crisp, and refreshing.

He subconsciously asked about the price of the ingredients.

When Lund casually mentioned a number, Xiren secretly clicked his tongue in amazement.

Xilun silently lowered his head and ate his rice, completely abandoning the idea of ​​buying a replica himself later.

Indeed, the poor are learned in literature and the rich in martial arts; the cultivation of extraordinary individuals is a bottomless pit.

In the afternoon, the rain stopped completely.

Siren declined Lund's offer to stay at the manor to rest and returned to the Golden Rooster Inn alone.

Room 106 remained dimly lit.

Xilun took off his shoes, sat cross-legged on the cold floor, and began to silently practice his daily breathing exercises without fail.

He knew that no matter how many resources the outside world provided, only persistent and tedious practice could bring him the strength he desired.

As evening approached, the sky gradually darkened.

"Knock knock knock".

A dull knock on the door broke the silence of the room.

Xilun opened his eyes instantly. His Far Listening talent was passively activated, and he heard the steady and powerful heartbeat of the person outside the door. There was no malice in it.

He walked over and opened the door, where he saw a burly man in a black suit standing outside.

Upon seeing Xilun, the man's face darkened, and without a word, he handed over a box tightly wrapped in brown paper, saying stiffly, "A gift from the curator."

After saying that, the man didn't wait for Xilun's reply and strode away from the corridor.

Xilun blankly accepted the package and closed the door.

He stared thoughtfully at the sender's address on the package.

"Kellen? Could he be the owner of the venue that hosts the Pioneer Cup?"

He walked to the desk and carefully opened the package with a dagger.

Inside, lined with thick velvet, lay two glass tubes emitting a faint blue light.

The liquid inside the tube was viscous and crystal clear, as if it contained some kind of enormous life force.

It also comes with a gold-embossed card with detailed instructions on how to use it.

After reading the words on the card, Xilun was suddenly startled.

This is actually spinal cord extract from a deep-sea behemoth! It's an extremely expensive and rare special nutritional supplement for those undergoing baptism.

This kind of thing is practically priceless on the black market; each one is incredibly valuable.

The curator of the Kellen Pavilion went to great lengths to win him over.

Without hesitation, Xilun pulled out the stopper of one of the glass tubes, tilted his head back, and drank the dark blue, viscous liquid in one gulp.

The liquid flowed down his throat, initially icy cold, but upon entering his stomach, it instantly transformed into a raging inferno.

Xilun felt an indescribable heat surging through his body, with immense energy surging and crashing through his meridians.

After a moment's thought, he immediately applied the cultivation-aiding ointment he had bought earlier to his body and began to slowly refine it with the help of its immense medicinal power.

The "Great Ocean Whale Guiding Technique" was running wildly, and the "coiled dragon" patterns on its body surface were faintly visible, greedily devouring this huge amount of foreign essence.

This intense closed-door training lasted for three whole days.

Over the past few days, Xilun's breathing technique has become increasingly proficient, and the sound of his blood and qi surging is almost tangible.

He felt that the energy within his body was undergoing a qualitative transformation, and he was beginning to advance towards the third level.

Since absorbing the essence in the ice pool of Bath Monastery and entering the second level, the third level is not far away.

Now, thanks to this specially formulated nutritional supplement, the progress has been greatly shortened.

Now, all he needs to do is practice step by step every day to gradually improve his experience and wait for the day when things will fall into place.

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