From a slave to the Great Qian Martial Saint

The pain is unbearable!

As the women danced, Chen Shi's blood flowed faster and faster. The next moment, a sharp pain came, even more painful than when he broke through the final barrier of the Elephant King Stake.

The women seemed not to hear his screams and continued their mechanical dance.

"Ahhhh!!!"

As the women danced more and more wildly, Chen Shi's blood boiled more and more, his pain intensified, and his screams grew louder and louder.

But he did not resist, nor did he climb out of the bathtub. In his experience, the more it hurt, the more effective it was!

And that was indeed the case; as time went on, the color of the medicine faded more and more amidst his screams.

"good."

Looking at Chen Shi, who was clearly in excruciating pain but was still gritting his teeth and soaking in the medicinal liquid, the bronze mask nodded secretly again.

In terms of willpower alone, he is indeed much stronger than the other holy sons.

It should be noted that when other holy sons undergo medicinal baths, they are always tightly bound with iron chains in order to complete the process.

About half an hour later, the large bucket of medicine completely turned into clear water, and the excruciating pain disappeared.

When the drumming stopped, the women also stopped abruptly, standing aside as if nothing had happened, just like before.

Knowing it was over, Chen Shi gasped for breath, regaining some strength before climbing out of the bathtub and looking at the bronze mask.

Did I pass?

"certainly!"

The bronze mask nodded, its voice tinged with excitement.

"Since you are able to absorb these medicinal liquids, it proves that you do indeed possess the Divine Power Embryo and are not an imposter. Possessing the Divine Power Embryo makes you the Holy Son of our Fufeng Society."

"Very good."

"Your Holiness, please keep your token safe."

The bronze masked figure walked over with a smile and handed a plaque to Chen Shi.

Similar to the one from Zhe Liu, it serves as a token of identity for members of the Fufeng Society.

The obverse features the Fufeng emblem, a swirling cloud resembling a storm cloud. The reverse, however, displays an ancient-style character "圣" (Saint) along with the serial number "捌壹" (Eight One).

"Saint" should refer to the Holy Son. What does "81" mean?

"That means you are the eighty-first Holy Son of the Fufeng Society."

Seeing Chen Shi's confusion, the bronze mask smiled and then added.

"However, forty-four of the Holy Sons have already died young, which means that you are actually the thirty-seventh Holy Son currently alive."

"……so."

Chen Shi's eyes widened slightly, a look of surprise on his face.

The so-called holy son should have a high status, and according to the stories told by storytellers, there is usually only one, and at most there is a corresponding holy daughter.

Chen Shi never expected that the Fufeng Society would have so many holy sons.

Moreover, most of the Holy Sons have already "died young," so it can be inferred that the Holy Sons are likely to face considerable danger.

However, Chen Shi immediately reaffirmed his belief.

As long as he can continue his cultivation, he is not afraid of any danger.

"Breaking a willow branch."

Just as Chen Shi was pondering, the bronze mask gave a soft shout.

Zhe Liu responded and came over.

The bronze mask looked Zhe Liu up and down before speaking.

"You were originally the wingman of the 'Seven Two' Holy Son, but your protection was inadequate, and the Seven Two Holy Son died young, so you were demoted to the Ya tribe. Now that you have found another Holy Son, it can be considered that you have made amends for your sins. You shall continue to serve as the wingman of the Eighty One Holy Son."

"Yes."

Zhe Liu's eyes flickered slightly, and he bowed to accept the order.

Immediately afterwards, the bronze mask replaced the Yibu token of Zheliu with the Yanyi token.

Zhe Liu had previously told Chen Shi that the Fufeng Society was a large organization, but it was mainly divided into three parts: "Feng, Ya, and Song".

The Wind Department is responsible for infiltration and intelligence gathering; the Elegant Department is responsible for sabotage and assassination; and the Song Department is responsible for logistical work such as recruiting members and raising funds.

This so-called "Swallow Wing" should also be a position title in the Fufeng Society, but it should be independent of the three departments of Wind, Elegance, and Praise. It sounds somewhat like a special guard for the Holy Son.

"Then, everyone go your separate ways."

Having finished his business, the bronze mask raised its hand.

Everyone immediately disappeared into the woods and then went their separate ways, including the sentries who had been visible and those who had been hiding.

In the blink of an eye, only Chen Shi and Zhe Liu remained.

If it weren't for the still-burning campfire, the heavy stone lock, and the enormous bathtub, Chen Shi would have doubted whether what he had just experienced was a dream.

"Let's go too."

Zhe Liu said something and then turned back.

Chen Shi snapped out of his daze and quickly followed.

"He bequeathed plans to his descendants, so that they may live in peace and prosperity. 'Peace and prosperity' implies comfort and happiness, while 'support' means to assist and protect. The so-called 'peace and support' refers to the Holy Son's dedicated role as both protector and guide."

On the way back, Zhe Liu took the initiative to explain.

"Since I am your wing, from now on I will protect you."

"Uh, actually, it's not necessary. You were already very kind of you to recommend me for membership..."

"This is my duty!"

Zhe Liu interrupted Chen Shi directly, his voice exceptionally firm.

Chen Shi was stunned and didn't say anything more.

It was already late at night, and the city gates were long closed. After leaving the woods, Zhe Liu found a sheltered mountain hollow where he and Chen Shi would rest for the time being, and would enter the city when the gates opened at dawn.

Chen Shi sat on the dry grass of Zhe Liu's bed, looking at Zhe Liu beside him with his eyes slightly closed, seemingly asleep, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart.

Zhe Liu seems to be more than just a member of the Fufeng Association.

Whether cultivated by themselves or sought from the outside, Fufeng Society has successively possessed eighty-one Holy Sons. The condition for becoming a Holy Son is to master the Elephant King Stance and possess the divine power of the Elephant Embryo.

However, the divine strength of these holy sons of the Fufeng Society seems to be incomplete, because they can only lift a thousand-pound stone lock, not two thousand pounds.

During the test just now, the bronze mask made him practice the Nine Stances of the Elephant King, which means that the secret manuals cultivated by the other holy sons of Fufeng Society should be the same as those of Chen Shi.

The real difference should be the medicinal bath during the process!

Chen Shi's medicinal bath recipe was given to him by Zhe Liu.

The real prescription that even the Fufeng Society doesn't have, yet Zheliu does?

Does this mean that Zhe Liu actually understands the divine power of the elephant embryo better?

The fact that Fufeng Society uses the standard of divine power and elephant fetus to select its holy sons is also closely related to this martial art.

Chen Shi was genuinely curious about the origins of this martial art and the true identity of Zhe Liu.

Zhe Liu is probably her code name, not her real name.

However, Chen Shi did not ask.

After all, since Zhe Liu didn't say anything, it means he was unwilling or unable to tell him.

Chen Shi was already very grateful to Zhe Liu for being able to continue his cultivation. He was curious, but he didn't want to delve into her secrets.

"You only need to have the medicinal bath once a month. During this time, you can cultivate smoothly thanks to the effects of the medicine. I will contact you after the next medicinal bath."

Zhe Liu, with her eyes closed, suddenly spoke.

"But the blood and qi of the Divine Power Elephant Embryo are too abundant. If you cultivate it daily, your progress will be slow. Unless you first stir up your blood and qi, and then strike while the iron is hot to cultivate explosive qi martial arts."

"Get things stirred up first? What do you mean?"

Chen Shi was taken aback and looked at Zhe Liu with a puzzled expression.

"Simply put, it's about getting you into a state where your blood rushes to your head. Some people use pain to stimulate this, some deliberately put themselves on the brink of death, and others..."

Suddenly, Zhe Liu's cheeks flushed red, and her voice became as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

"And then there's dual cultivation."

"What? I didn't hear you."

"Dual cultivation! Sexual intercourse between a man and a woman will naturally accelerate your blood flow, making your subsequent cultivation twice as effective!"

Zhe Liu raised her voice and gave a somewhat defiant snort.

"Sexual intercourse between men and women..."

Chen Shi opened his mouth, then froze in shock. Was this how the Divine Strength Elephant Embryo was trained?

Shocked, Chen Shi was also secretly delighted and went back to test with Cui Nong to see if it was genuine.