Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Xilun slowly outlined the path ahead in his mind.

First, solidify the foundation.

The first two levels of the Overturning Sea Skill must be practiced again.

This method is not only profound, but its cultivation direction is also completely different from the combat-oriented system of Saint Laurent City.

If it can be used to re-establish the foundation of the flesh and blood, perhaps this body, torn apart by divine power and pollution, can truly become more stable.

Second, we need to find a method to transform tendons and qi.

However, it now appears that the third level of the Overturning Sea Technique is the formal Yi Jin Hua Qi transformation.

As long as he can obtain the complete diagram and explanation of the third level, he will not need to look for other unorthodox methods for the time being.

Third, continue cultivating the Breath of the Styx.

This method is dangerous, but it is extremely suitable for assassination, corruption, and covert erosion.

During his previous life-or-death battle with Fowles, he wouldn't have survived to the end if the Breath of the Styx hadn't penetrated his wounds.

However, this method requires materials such as rotten wood from the cold swamp, sediment from the dark river, and silver coins from the drowned. While these materials may not be hard to find on Star Ring Island, they are certainly not cheap.

Fourth, explore the Thunder Spirit.

The talent bestowed upon the Thunderscale Sea Beast after its death is like a thunder embryo.

It cannot grow strong out of thin air; it needs to be nourished by breathing energy, lightning-type materials, and stormy environments.

If cultivated, it might become an important key for him to unlock the Storm Bloodline.

Fifth, the flawless golden body.

The Dharma that Baoshu transmitted to him was by no means simple.

That's not just a defensive method, but also involves the idea of ​​closing pores, preventing external evils from entering, and creating a microcosm within the body.

The more Xilun thought about it, the more he felt that the "skin membrane as shore" of the Wuluo Golden Body and the Fuhai Gong had something in common.

If he can figure out the underlying principles, he might be able to reduce the corrosive effects of external pollution on the body even further.

After settling on one idea after another, Xilun felt a sense of calm.

He still weighs over 900 pounds, and Horn and Carls gave him a lot of supplies when he left the Ront family.

He spent some money on purchases, boat fares, registration, and accommodation on Xinghuan Island, and is currently financially comfortable.

In addition, the property deed for number 17 Grey Gull Street, which he obtained from Bishop Pavel, was a secluded place to stay.

If money is needed in the future, it may not be impossible to dispose of it.

But no matter how much money you have, it's not enough to truly burn for spiritual practice.

Especially after reaching the third tier, the resource consumption will become increasingly terrifying.

Siren knew very well that the correctional facility was just the beginning, not the end.

He wants to use this place to strengthen his foundation, learn the Dharma, gather information, and gradually move to higher levels.

The next morning, the morning bell rang.

The sound of bells came from the lake, deep and lingering.

Xi Lun changed into a dark gray academic robe, put on his waist tag, and walked along the East Lake path toward the Chaoyin Lecture Hall.

The lecture hall is a semi-open circular stone hall built by the lake.

Outside the hall, the sound of water was constant, and inside, a huge picture of the tide was carved on the wall. Between the rise and fall of the tide, the outline of human flesh and bones was faintly outlined.

There were quite a few people attending the class.

Most of them were first- or second-tier disciples, with a few third-tier disciples sitting in the back row with calm demeanor.

When Xilun entered, many people glanced at him.

Some people recognized him as a newly admitted third-tier outsider cultivator from yesterday, their eyes filled with curiosity, scrutiny, and a hint of disapproval.

Xilun ignored him and found a seat in the back row against the wall.

A moment later, a white-haired teacher walked onto the podium.

He didn't waste any time with pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"The first level of the Overturning Sea Technique is Skin Tempering. Many people think that Skin Tempering is just about building thick skin, but that's wrong."

The old man's voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"The skin is the first gate of the human body. If the gate is wide open, all kinds of dirty things can come in; if the gate is sealed, even one's own vital energy will be suffocated."

True tempering is about making this door know when to open and close, when to advance and retreat, and when it can filter out demonic energy and dissipate impurities.

He raised his hand and waved.

The tide picture on the wall lit up.

When the tide crashes against the shore, the shoreline is initially loose and broken by a wave; then the shoreline gradually solidifies, leaving only wet marks when the tide comes in; later still, the shoreline can even slightly contract when the tide comes in and naturally expand when the tide recedes.

"Look carefully. It's not about toughing it out, it's about responding to the tide."

Xilun squinted.

Responding to the tide.

These two words reminded him of the way he had repeatedly suppressed the power within his body.

He used to be too used to toughing it out.

When the pain comes, press it down.

The pollution stirred, then froze.

The wound reopened, but was stitched up with the suturing power of an evil god.

The enemy is coming; kill them.

This certainly works.

But it didn't last long.

Fu Haigong told him that the body should not just be a wall that is constantly being reinforced, but also a shore that understands the tides.

The lecture lasted for two hours.

The white-haired master explained everything from breathing rhythms to skin sensations, from demonic energy entering the body to expelling impurities and sweating, even detailing the numbness, itching, tingling, redness, and alternating hot and cold reactions that cultivators of different constitutions might experience during their first skin tempering.

Xilun listened intently.

He did not disregard these details just because he was a third-tier cultivator.

On the contrary, he discovered many seemingly basic things that could explain many previously overlooked abnormalities in his body.

For example, every time he forcibly invokes the Breath of the Styx, he experiences a slight, deathly cold sensation in his lungs and under his skin. This is not only due to damage to his internal organs, but also because his skin membrane does not form a sufficient buffer, causing the residual energy of the Yin-cold technique to backfire on him when it leaks outward.

For example, the black aura of the evil god's remains occasionally emerges from under the skin of his right arm. It's not that it can't be suppressed at all, but rather that his skin cannot recognize and actively reject this strange force, and can only let it repeatedly probe within his flesh and blood.

After the lecture ended, the other disciples left one after another.

Xilun remained seated, eyes closed, reminiscing.

He mentally simulated the breathing rhythm of the first level of the Overturning Sea Technique.

When inhaling, it should be like the rising tide. Don't rush to pull the demonic energy into your lungs. Instead, let the breath gently touch every pore of your skin. When exhaling, it should be like the receding tide. Push out the remaining impurities under your skin smoothly. Don't be forceful or chaotic. Let it be like water seeping out from between fine sand.

This is slow.

It's so slow that people who are used to fighting will find it frustrating.

But Xilun is not bothered.

What he has in abundance is patience.

In the days that followed, he began a nearly monotonous period of spiritual practice.

Listen to lectures in the morning, study the annotations in the afternoon, practice breathing by East Lake in the afternoon, and enter a quiet room at night to suppress pollution with the mysterious coldness of Yin, and then use the Overturning Sea Gong to gradually cleanse the skin membrane.

Xilun sensed trouble the first time he activated the Overturning Sea Technique.

His skin was not that of an ordinary third-tier cultivator.

Although the gray cracks left by the war of gods have faded, they are still hidden deeper inside.

Where the evil god's severed limbs were stitched together, the skin and flesh looked as if they had been forcibly pulled together by black threads; the areas that had been soaked in the Xuan Yin coldness for a long time were too cold and hard; and near the lungs where the breath of the Styx River had flowed, the subcutaneous qi was deathly cold.

The tidal energy of the Overturning Sea Technique reacted chaotically to these places as if waves were crashing against embankments of different materials.

Some places are numb.

It hurts in some places.

A hungry wriggling sensation even came from deep within his right arm, as if the remnant of the evil god had also regarded the demonic energy drawn by the Overturning Sea Technique as something to be devoured.

Xilun remained expressionless and directly summoned a wisp of profound yin coldness to suppress it.

The dark marks that had appeared under the skin of my right arm slowly faded away.

He continued breathing.

If it doesn't work the first time, try again.

If it doesn't work the second time, try the third.

The night at East Lake is serene, and the oil lamps inside the building often burn late into the night.

Sometimes when Elena passed by the lake, she could see that the light was still on in the second-floor window of Room No. 3.

The person inside the window sat motionless, like a stone soaked in the night.

In the first few days, people in the disciplinary institute were still talking about this new outsider, the third-class.

Some say that he displayed extremely dangerous and sinister techniques during the assessment and was personally warned by the monks of Allah.

Some say he failed the test at the Sea Demon Temple and is a mixed-blood cultivator with mixed powers.

Some people say that although he is at the third level, his old injuries are very serious, and he may not be able to exert much strength.

But soon, these discussions faded away.

Because Siren has almost no contact with people.

He doesn't provoke others, doesn't make friends, doesn't accept missions, and doesn't show off his strength on the training ground.

Every day involves listening to lectures, practicing meditation, researching materials, and then practicing meditation again.

Like an ordinary disciple who is truly learning from scratch.

Only a few teachers noticed that the young third-level student sitting in the back row of the Chaoyin Lecture Hall was asking increasingly precise questions.

He asked the membrane how it could distinguish between external demonic energy and its own supernatural power.

The question is whether residual old contamination will affect the opening and closing of the quenching process.

How can a cultivator of the Cold Element system prevent the stagnation of Qi and blood microcirculation after their skin membrane has become excessively tight?

When rebuilding the first two stages of the third stage, should one completely suppress the original energy or allow the original energy to participate in the filtration process?

These questions are too specific and too profound.

The white-haired division commander initially answered casually, but later, every time he saw Xilun raise his hand, he would subconsciously take another look at him.

Gradually, some of the people in the disciplinary academy who had previously looked down on outsider cultivators began to realize that this man named Xilun was not there to gain status.

He is truly practicing spiritual cultivation.

Moreover, he was very focused on the repair.

The first stage of the Overturning Sea Technique, tempering the skin, took Xilun two months and seven days.

This is slower than that of ordinary, exceptionally talented disciples.

Many first-tier disciples, if they have a pure foundation, can begin to understand the basics in thirty to fifty days, and achieve minor mastery within three months. Xilun is already at the third tier, and theoretically, his control over his body should be far superior to that of a newcomer, so his progress should not be so slow.

But once he actually started training, he realized just how complex his body was.

The first time I performed the entire exercise was on a windless, late night.

East Lake is like a calm silver mirror. The moonlight falls on the lake surface and is lifted up by the demonic energy at the bottom of the water, making the window paper of Room No. 3 turn slightly white.

Xilun sat in the center of the underground stone chamber, shirtless, with faint gray cracks visible on his skin.

Those cracks are almost invisible on ordinary days. They only emerge from deep within the skin and flesh when he looks inward deeply and his blood and qi circulate. They are like dark lines on broken porcelain.

He closed his eyes and slowly inhaled.

The aura of the Overturning Sea Technique is not as vibrating as the Great Thunder Sound Breathing Method, nor as cold and sharp as the Profound Yin Breathing Method.

It is heavy, slow, and thick.

When inhaling, the chest cavity does not expand immediately; the breath first settles on the skin surface.

Xilun could clearly feel the demonic energy around East Lake clinging to his pores with each breath, like a tide washing over the reef.

At first, the demonic energy tried to penetrate his body directly through his pores, but the rhythm of the Overturning Sea Technique required him not to be greedy.

First touch.

Divide again.

Only at the very end was it accepted.

He gently stretched the membrane, blocking the demonic energy at the shallowest layer.

At that moment, numbness began to spread from my shoulders and back.

It felt like countless tiny ants crawling under the skin, or like cold drizzle falling on a hot sheet of iron, producing a faint hissing sound that was inaudible to most people.

Xilun didn't even frown.

He continued to exhale.

The tide recedes.

The membrane then loosens, expelling a trace of impurities from the body.

The odor was very faint, almost invisible to the naked eye, but it had a hint of gray-black.

Xilun opened his eyes and saw fine beads of sweat seeping from his skin. The sweat wasn't clear; instead, it had a very faint, fishy, ​​bitter smell.

These are impurities that have been accumulating deep within the body for a long time.

It could also be the fragments of debris left behind after a battle between gods, the pollution of evil gods, the breath of the Styx, and the clash of various methods.

Xilun glanced down, then closed his eyes again.

The second round of breathing begins.

One night passed, and he had only completed nine rounds.

As dawn broke, a thin layer of grayish-white frost appeared on the floor of the underground stone chamber, and the air was filled with the smells of sweat, medicine, and a very faint odor of decay.

When Xilun got up, his body did not show any obvious improvement; on the contrary, he was somewhat weak.

But his eyes were very bright.

Because he confirmed that the Sea-Overturning Technique was effective.

It is not fierce, not magical, and even seems far less domineering than the Xuan Yin Breathing Method.

But it can force out those mixed, fragmented things in the body that couldn't be dealt with alone in the past, little by little, from the outermost layer.

After that, his life became more regular.

In the early morning, Xi Lun took a slow walk around East Lake three times.

It's not about running or practicing body techniques, but about aligning your steps, breathing, and skin sensations with the ebb and flow of the lake.

With each step he took, he could feel the skin on the soles of his feet lightly touching the demonic energy on the ground, and then separating with each breath.

In the morning, he went to Chaoyin Lecture Hall to attend a class.

He never missed a lecture when the white-haired teacher was explaining the first point.

Even if the same content is repeated three times, Xilun will still listen.

Because my physical condition is different each time, I feel differently when I hear the same sentence.

"Tempering the skin is not forging armor, it is nurturing the body."

"The door must be welcoming to guests, allowing pure air to enter and expelling impure air; one's own qi and blood must circulate freely, and external evils must not be allowed to intrude."

"Those who force things are most prone to making mistakes, thinking that the tighter the membrane, the better. When it is tightened to the extreme, it becomes dead skin. Dead skin should not be damp, or it will be shattered by the waves sooner or later."

These words were initially just legal principles, but they gradually became a real change within Siron's body.

In the afternoon, he returned to his quiet room for a medicinal bath.

The basic medicinal baths provided by the disciplinary institute are not particularly precious, but they are very suitable for the first two levels of the Overturning Sea Technique.

The liquid was pale blue and had the smell of sea salt, bitter herbs, and some kind of shellfish powder.

When Xilun sits in the barrel, his skin will first sting, then feel hot.

At this time, when the "Overturning the Sea" exercise is performed, the opening and closing of the skin membrane is most obvious.

Demonic energy, medicinal power, and internal chill converge under the skin.

If not controlled properly, the medicinal power will be frozen by the Xuan Yin coldness, and a thin layer of frost will form on the skin's surface; if controlled too hastily, the evil god's severed limb on the right arm will become restless, trying to devour the medicinal power to repair itself; if the mind is slightly disturbed, the breath of the Styx will also seep out from the shadows of the lungs and internal organs, making the medicinal liquid cold and turbid.

Xilun can only adjust it little by little.

On one occasion, he forced the aura of the Overturning Sea Technique to bypass the black mark on his right arm, and as a result, three thin bluish-black lines suddenly emerged under his skin, crawling towards his wrist like live worms.

In that instant, I seemed to hear a soft whisper in my ear.

The words weren't clear, but they carried a familiar allure.

relax.

Give it to it.

It will repair his body.

Silen remained expressionless and directly plunged his entire right arm into the prepared basin of ice water.

A chilling aura of darkness erupted.

The ice layer covered my fingertips all the way up to my shoulders.

The skin and flesh were frozen numb, and a piercing pain came from the bone crevices, while the thin bluish-black lines were forcibly pressed back into the depths.

Xilun sat in the medicine tub, cold sweat beading on his forehead, his breathing still following the rhythm of the Overturning Sea Technique, each inhale and exhale perfectly undisturbed.

He knew very well that Lady Black Crow's warning was not nonsense.

The more effective the regenerative ability of an evil god's severed limbs is, the less trustworthy it is.

It can save lives, or, in a moment of weakness, transform him into something else entirely.

So he prefers to go slowly.

I'd rather be in pain.

One cannot completely entrust one's body to those Western medicines for repair.