Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun casually stuffed the still-warm revolver back into Hevil's holster.

His cold gaze swept across the room once more, his voice like a heavy hammer striking an anvil.

"Go back and practice. Let the results speak for themselves."

After saying that, Xiren didn't look at them again. He put his hands in his trench coat pockets, walked through the silence, and turned to leave the Brotherhood's hall.

Not far from the Brotherhood's headquarters, it began to get completely dark.

The leaden clouds hung low, and a cold wind carried moisture from the North Sea. Soon, a light drizzle began to fall.

Raindrops fell on the muddy stone pavement in the southern district, splashing up murky ripples.

Xilun stopped and opened a huge black umbrella from his storage ring.

The black umbrella acted as a barrier, keeping out the cold rain and the noise of the outside world.

He gripped the umbrella handle and walked steadily through the rain.

After walking for about half an hour, passing through several quiet streets, Xilun arrived at the entrance of a secluded manor surrounded by a tall iron fence.

The manor gates were tightly shut in the rainy night.

As Xilun approached, a figure silently emerged from the shadows inside the gate.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a sharp tailcoat, thin in stature, but with an unusually light gait.

Butler Savi frowned; his spiritual perception was extremely sharp.

Even through the rain, he could clearly feel the sharp, almost tangible aura emanating from the person under the umbrella.

It was a terrifying killing intent that had been forged through countless life-and-death battles and bathed in countless drops of blood. Even a veteran like Servi couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

Savi's right hand stealthily slipped into his sleeve, grasping the poisoned dagger hidden inside. His eyes were wary as he demanded sharply:

"Who goes there? This is private property. Unauthorized personnel are prohibited from approaching!"

Xilun stopped and slowly raised the large black umbrella.

Under the dim streetlights, a pale, young face was revealed, yet it exuded an undeniable coldness.

Xilun's gaze calmly swept over the ready-to-fight Saivi, a faint smile playing on his lips, and his sharp aura vanished instantly.

"Butler, it's me," Xilun said softly.

Savi was taken aback at first, then he saw Xilun's face clearly.

He abruptly released his grip on the dagger, his wariness instantly turning into surprise, and then into deep respect.

He strode forward and yanked open the heavy iron door.

"Young Master Xilun, what brings you back at this hour? Please come in."

As he spoke, Saivi reached out to take the umbrella from Xiren's hand.

Xilun slightly stepped aside, folded his umbrella, shook off the raindrops, and asked, "Is the teacher home?"

Savi nodded repeatedly: "Yes, sir. The master has just finished his evening meditation and is preparing dinner."

Xiren nodded slightly, took out a bottle with simple packaging and even some dirt stuck to the seal from the large pocket of his coat, waved it in front of Sevier, and smiled:

"The strong liquor brought back from the extremely cold northern region is made by soaking a rare type of bone in water; it's very potent."

The teacher has been in the South District for a long time; he probably hasn't drunk anything this rustic before.

The two crossed the lawn in the front yard and entered the brightly lit villa.

Inside the house, fine oak was burning in the fireplace, crackling softly and dispelling the chill of early winter.

At the long mahogany dining table in the restaurant, Lund was meticulously tying a snow-white napkin around his collar.

He was wearing loose loungewear, and his perpetually calm face exuded an extremely rare tranquility.

Hearing footsteps, Lund looked up and saw Xiren. A faint hint of relief flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly masked by calm.

"Sit down," Lund said, pointing to the empty seat opposite him.

Xilun walked over and placed the bottle of North District liquor on the table.

With remarkable foresight, Saiwei brought out a corkscrew, pulled out the cork, and instantly, a strong, pungent aroma of wine, with a rich and spicy scent, filled the restaurant.

Savi poured half a glass for each of them.

Lund picked up the glass of amber-colored liquor, but instead of drinking it, he held it to his nose and smelled it, then frowned slightly.

He took a tiny sip, closed his eyes, and let the spiciness, like a knife cutting into his throat, explode.

A moment later, Lund opened his eyes, slowly exhaled a puff of white mist reeking of alcohol, and then commented, "Too rough, but it is indeed quite potent."

Xilun picked up his glass, took a large gulp as if drinking water, put the glass down without changing his expression, and said:

"Only you older folks like to drink. In the North District, those guys who live on the edge can't withstand the cold winds of the wilderness without this kind of liquor."

Lund watched Siren's casual demeanor as he cut a small piece of tender steak with his knife and fork, chewed it slowly and deliberately, and then said:

"You're too young; you only know how to seek sensory stimulation and don't understand the taste of wine at all. Wine is about the mellowing process."

Xilun shook his head dismissively, picked up his fork, poked a piece of potato, and put it in his mouth.

"Teacher, you are only twenty-eight years old. By the standards of Saint Laurent City, you haven't even reached the threshold of middle age yet."

You're not that much older than me, so stop acting like some wise old man who's seen it all.

Upon hearing this, Lund picked up his glass and took a small sip.

The spicy liquid made his eyes appear slightly more profound.

"Forget it, you can't really explain these things to kids."

Lund put down his glass and said calmly, "Now that you're back, let's not talk about these boring things."

I've already asked the housekeeper to prepare a few more of your favorite dishes in the kitchen.

Eat your fill tonight and stay here for the night; don't go anywhere else.

Get up early tomorrow and meet at Daewoo Dojo.

Xiren nodded slightly, then buried himself in the food on his plate.

The cutlery clinked against the porcelain plate with a crisp sound.

Halfway through the meal, Xilun suddenly looked up, his gaze sweeping across the empty, somewhat lifeless, huge restaurant, and said:

"Teacher, have you been living here alone all this time?"

Lund stopped what he was doing and looked at him: "What's wrong? Feeling lonely?"

Xiren put down his knife and fork, leaned back in his chair, and said:

"There isn't a single neighbor around this manor, let alone any friends."

Apart from the steward and a few servants, there was no one to talk to.

Don't you think it's strangely remote and lonely?

Lund stared at the flickering candlelight, remained silent for a moment, and then shook his head.

"When I lectured at the Iron Cross Club, there were hundreds of people in the audience, and every single one of them was my student."

Lund's voice was deep and magnetic, "Each of them had a look in their eyes that sparkled with curiosity about extraordinary power and a desire to change their destiny."

I stayed with them, watching them absorb knowledge like sponges, and I didn't feel lonely.

Lund turned his head, his deep gaze fixed on Xiren, and slowly said:

"Humans are islands in the ocean. Only by passing on knowledge, beliefs, and strength, connecting these islands to form a continent, can we withstand the tsunamis of fate."

After hearing this, Xilun gave a helpless twitch at the corner of his mouth.

He picked up his knife and fork again, shook his head, and said:

"Teacher, you're always like this. Every time we chat, you always like to say things that sound very reasonable."

Then, the atmosphere of the meal would instantly turn cold, like a solemn sermon.

Lund looked at him and countered, "Don't you think you can learn something from these words?"

Xilun swallowed a piece of beef, rinsed his mouth with water, and replied with utmost rationality:

"I can understand the principles I understand without you telling me; I can grasp them myself. I don't understand the principles I understand, and even if you tell me, it's useless because I haven't experienced them."

He stared into Lund's eyes and said, word by word:

"The only thing a person learns from instruction is that he can never learn anything from instruction."

Only by being tripped up hard and falling hard, getting hurt and bleeding, can one learn how to walk steadily.

I'm like this, and so are others.

Lund looked into Xilen's cold and stubborn eyes, and in the end, he did not refute her, but only sighed slightly.

He knew that the wolf had grown its own fangs and was no longer the boy who needed his guidance.

Xilun quickly emptied his plate, wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up, and said:

"I'm full. By the way, is there a gravity chamber in the manor?"

I want to stretch my muscles and bones before bed to get used to the current speed of blood and energy circulation.

Lund shook his head: "The facilities here are too outdated and can't withstand your current power."

If you want to use a high-specification gravity chamber, you have to go to the Daewoo Dojo.

Xilun walked to the window and glanced at the pitch-black night and the still-dripping rain outside.

"It's a bit far to Daewoo Dojo, and it's hard to get a taxi at this time of day."

He turned around and picked up the large black umbrella that was placed at the door.

"I think I'll go to the Iron Cross Fight Club instead."

"After all, this is a place I used to be in. Those personal training rooms there should still be open, right?"

When we left the manor, the rain had stopped sometime earlier.

The air was filled with the scent of earth and damp leaves.

Instead of calling for a carriage, Xilun chose to walk.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the familiar building of the Iron Cross Fighting Club.

Pushing open the door, the hall was still brightly lit.

The sounds of various combat equipment clashing and the heavy breathing of the trainees mingled together.

Xilun approached the front desk, but before he could speak, the woman sitting at the front desk checking accounts looked up, paused for a moment, and then recognized him at a glance.

"Oh my god, Siron! You haven't been here in so long."

"Ever since you won the championship, we all thought you'd never go back to a club in the slums like this."

The woman's eyes sparkled with undisguised delight.

Xilun looked at her calmly and said, "I changed jobs, and it's a bit far from here, so I don't have much time."

The woman tactfully refrained from asking further questions about his new job, instead deftly taking a set of brass keys with a specific number from the drawer and handing them to Xilun.

Xilun took the key and went up the stairs.

He arrived at the innermost, highly defended, and expensive private training room.

When the manager in charge of the area saw Xilun about to enter, he quickly came to greet him.

"Turn all the stimulation levels inside to the highest level."

As Xilun took off the cumbersome trench coat, he gave the order without turning his head.

The caregivers were startled, their faces turned pale, and they hurriedly tried to stop them:

"Lord Sir, this is unacceptable!"

The highest level of stimulation is something that only those extraordinary individuals at the baptismal level, who have already touched the ultimate barrier, can barely endure.

If you force it open, the extreme cold and gravitational pressure inside will instantly crush your internal organs!

Xilun unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his powerful upper body covered with muscular lines that looked as if they had been carved by a knife and axe.

He didn't turn his head, his voice icy and leaving no room for negotiation.

"Just drive. If anything happens, you won't be held responsible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pent-up, violent energy within Xilun's body surged violently.

Although it was not deliberately unleashed, the terrifying aura belonging to the peak of the extreme realm radiated outwards as if it were a tangible entity.

A muffled rumble of thunder echoed faintly in the air, a strange phenomenon caused by the rapid flow of blood within his body.

This terrifying aura instantly drew the attention of the other coaches and students resting in the second-floor corridor, their eyes filled with horror.

The caregivers were so overwhelmed by the atmosphere that they could hardly breathe. They dared not utter another word and scrambled to the control panel, pulling down the red lever that represented death and the limits.

With a heavy metallic scraping sound, the heavy lead door of the training room slowly opened.

A visible white blast of cold air poured out like a waterfall, instantly forming a thin layer of frost on the ground.

Xilun strode in without changing his expression.

Behind them, the lead door slammed shut, completely cutting off all sight and investigation.

Inside the training room, the walls were covered with dense runes. This simulated an extremely cold environment.

The biting wind, mixed with razor-sharp ice shards, relentlessly slashed at Xilun's body.

But he didn't even flinch. The extreme cold that could freeze even steel only caused his pores to contract slightly when it touched his skin.

Xilun sat cross-legged on the cold, icy metal floor and slowly closed his eyes.

He completely released the suppression of his physical body, and the "Great Sea Whale Guiding Technique" circulated wildly within his body like a runaway horse.

Pale blue lightning began to leap and intertwine on his body, colliding with the incoming chill and producing crackling sounds.

He entered the deepest state of breathing, using this extreme environment to further squeeze the potential of his body.

Meanwhile, in a faculty office on the third floor of the club.

President Ryan, who was about to leave work, suddenly stopped what he was doing.

His eyes, which had become somewhat cloudy with age, suddenly flashed with two sharp beams of light.

He frowned, pushed open the office door, walked into the corridor, and looked thoughtfully down at the floors below.

Just a moment ago, he clearly caught a glimpse of the aura of an extremely pure and extremely violent extreme baptism.

That aura was definitely not an ordinary breakthrough, but a profound sense of depth that could only be acquired after a long period of immersion in extreme conditions.

"That's strange..." Renn stroked his rough stubble, secretly shocked. "Which teacher secretly advanced to the extreme realm without telling me?"

If someone in our club truly possesses such extraordinary talent, then I will absolutely use the club's resources to procure and collect a bottle of perfect quality regeneration potion for him from various chambers of commerce.

Prepare to help him undergo his second baptism, tearing away the shackles of his physical body and advancing to the second rank!