From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

October 3rd, outside Yongqiu City.

A crescent moon hangs high in the sky, in the desolate wilderness, a man and a woman walk side by side. The man wears a plain, unadorned mask, while the woman wears a mask that is half-human, half-ghost, like a demon.

"It's not time to go yet, you can still back out."

Standing before a grove of wild trees, Zhe Liu stopped and offered another word of advice.

Even if I regret it later, I'll accept it.

Chen Shi's gaze was firm, and his voice remained unwavering.

After all, he had no other options left.

Zhe Liu said nothing more and stepped into the woods.

The trees were haphazard, with many dead ones, stretching darkly into the depths of night.

After walking inside for almost half an hour, I suddenly saw a glimmer of light ahead.

They should be arriving soon.

Upon learning that there was a way to break through to the eighth rank of martial arts, how could Chen Shi let it go? After much pleading and cajoling, Zhe Liu finally agreed to introduce him to the Fufeng Association.

Zhe Liu was originally a member of the "Elegant Department" of the Fufeng Association.

Zhe Liu's injuries had mostly healed, and with the passage of time, the Marquis's mansion's defenses had gradually relaxed, allowing her to escape with ease.

Three days later, they brought back news that Chen Shi could be brought into the association.

The time is tonight.

"Who is it?"

The firelight grew brighter and brighter, and suddenly two men wearing masks appeared from behind the tree, blocking Chen Shi and Zhe Liu from the left and right.

Zhe Liu didn't say anything, but took out a token and handed it over.

After the other party accepted the inspection, they nodded and made way.

Whether they were sentries in the open or in the shadows, there were many guards along the way who checked identities each time. It took almost the time it takes for an incense stick to burn before they finally arrived at the place where the firelight was.

Surrounded by withered trees, in a vast open space, a group of people, all cloaked but also wearing masks, stood motionless.

Zhe Liu glanced at it, said nothing, and waited where she was.

After waiting for about half an hour, the moon was high in the sky, footsteps sounded, and a man wearing a bronze mask appeared.

"Greetings, Elder."

Zhe Liu turned around and bowed respectfully.

Elder?

Although he didn't know the person's exact identity, he figured they must be a leader, so Chen Shi didn't dare to be negligent and followed suit with a bow.

The bronze mask glanced at Zhe Liu, then his gaze fell on Chen Shi.

"Is he the Holy Son you reported as being lost?"

"Yes."

"Let's test it out then."

The bronze mask didn't say much, but waved to Chen Shi.

"come over."

"……yes."

Chen Shi glanced at Zhe Liu, and seeing that Zhe Liu did not react, he walked up to the bronze mask.

The bronze mask reached out and grabbed Chen Shi's wrist, as if taking his pulse.

Although he was somewhat uneasy, Chen Shi dared not make any move.

Immediately afterwards, the bronze masked man released his grip and said something indifferently.

"It is indeed the ninth rank."

It turns out that what they were doing just now wasn't taking his pulse, but rather probing his cultivation level.

"Give it a try."

As he pondered, the bronze mask pointed to the side.

Only then did Chen Shi notice that there was a huge stone lock on the other side of the campfire.

"If you truly cultivate to the level of a divine being, you should be able to lift this thousand-pound stone lock."

"One thousand catties..."

Chen Shi was taken aback and looked at Zhe Liu with some surprise.

The Elephant King's Stake is supposed to be completed with a force of 2,000 jin, so why was it only measured as 1,000 jin?

Zhe Liu was wearing a mask, so his expression couldn't be seen, but he still stood there without making any statement.

"Yes."

Chen Shi didn't say anything more and walked to the stone lock.

Then, stretch out both hands and slowly lift the stone lock above your head.

Just like the previous product testing, it lasted for more than ten breaths before slowly being lowered.

"good!"

Seeing Chen Shi lift the stone lock, the bronze mask nodded, its voice carrying a hint of joy.

He paused briefly, then gave further instructions.

"Practice the nine stances."

"Yes."

Chen Shi made some space and began to practice the Nine Stances of the Elephant King one by one.

Starting with the first lying stance, he was meticulous and completed the nine stances in a short while, then looked at the bronze man.

"very good!"

The bronze masked man praised again, his voice growing increasingly excited.

Clearly, he was already mostly certain that Chen Shi was indeed the Divine Power Embryo, the 'Holy Son' who complied with the demands.

However, it's not unheard of for someone to impersonate the Holy Son; they still have to pass a final test.

Only by passing this test can his identity be truly confirmed.

"Bring it over here."

The bronze mask's gaze darkened, and he let out a soft shout.

Immediately afterwards, a dozen men carried over a large bath tub with a diameter of six or seven meters using several thick logs.

It was filled with a dark green liquid, like a medicine.

"You've probably already tried, no matter how you cultivate, you can't unleash your full power. The secret lies in this pot of medicinal liquid. Once you soak in this liquid, you'll be able to continue your cultivation smoothly."

Very good!

Upon hearing about the bronze mask, Chen Shi was filled with excitement, though he was wearing a mask so others couldn't see it.

But along with the joy came doubt. Wasn't his identity still unconfirmed? Why was he given a medicinal bath?

Chen Shi couldn't help but glance at Zhe Liu again, but Zhe Liu still didn't make any response.

"Stop dawdling, hurry up and take off your clothes and go inside."

The bronze mask spoke again, urging them on.

Since Zhe Liu didn't say anything, Chen Shi stopped thinking about it, took off his outer garment, leaving only his undergarment.

"Take them all off, otherwise the medicine won't be fully absorbed."

"this……"

Chen Shi was taken aback; Zhe Liu was still there.

But hearing what the bronze mask said, he had no choice but to take off all his clothes. With no other option, Chen Shi turned around, his back to Zhe Liu, and took off his last undergarment.

"Um?!"

The bronze mask beside him instantly widened its eyes.

Chen Shi blushed slightly, but thankfully he was still wearing a mask.

Zhe Liu had specifically instructed them beforehand that they must not remove their masks under any circumstances.

He covered himself with both hands, quickly climbed into the bathtub, and squatted down.

Hiding in the water, Chen Shi felt less embarrassed and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, the people who had been standing on the side suddenly surrounded them.

What are they going to do...?

Thump~thump thump~

Just as Chen Shi was wondering, a dull drumbeat suddenly sounded.

These people surrounded the outside of the bathtub, moving around and gradually dancing to the beat of the drums.

The dance was far from graceful; in fact, it was somewhat bizarre, resembling some kind of mysterious and ancient ritual under the moonlight.

Chen Shi sat in the bathtub, completely unaware of what they were doing or what they were going to do.

Gradually, the drumbeats became more and more rapid, and the people danced faster and faster, with increasingly larger movements.

At the same time, his cloak billowed and fluttered.

"……this!"

Chen Shi, who had been looking blank, suddenly widened his eyes.

There were no other clothes under those people's cloaks.

In other words, they were only wearing cloaks.

Moreover, Chen Shi gradually discovered that all twelve people were women, or more precisely, all of them were all alluring beauties.

As a man, and a vigorous eighteen-year-old man at that, Chen Shi felt his blood boiling.

"Ah~!"

The next moment, Chen Shi's eyes widened, and he threw his head back, letting out a painful roar.