Let you simulate life, but you change fate every time?!

Chapter 892: Chapter 475: Eighth Life: Absorbing Yang to Replenish Yang? Everyone’s Lost Their Minds! (Part 2)

"Yes."

Lu Yuan respectfully replied, but a fleeting chill of murderous intent flickered in his downcast eyes.

"Alright, you go ahead and get busy."

Steward Wang, pinching his orchid-shaped fingers, twisted his waist as he left the place.

"Ah Yuan, being valued by Steward Wang could save you at least thirty years of arduous cultivation. You must seize this opportunity well."

After the other party left.

A Servant Disciple, who was familiar with Lu Yuan, immediately came over, winking and giggling.

This person’s skin was dark, his build robust, with muscles as strong as if they were towering stones.

"Get lost, Zhao Tie, why don’t you seize this opportunity yourself?"

Lu Yuan said irritably.

"I would like to, but I’ve cultivated Iron Bone Skill, making my whole body as hard as iron, and Steward Wang has no interest in me at all."

Zhao Tie said with a look of helplessness.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yuan glanced at Zhao Tie, who resembled an Iron Man, and didn’t know how to respond.

In this world dominated by Idealist Martial Dao, willpower surpasses everything.

Due to different understandings of martial techniques, the same technique often gives rise to various bizarre methods.

For example, the Iron Bone Skill Zhao Tie cultivated.

Some cultivators believe that since the ancients emphasized ’eat what you need’, naturally, cultivating Iron Bone Skill requires consuming copper and iron.

Thus, the more steel they consume, the stronger their physique becomes.

However, if Fire God Sect followers were to cultivate this technique, they would believe that turning oneself into steel requires continual burning with fierce flames to achieve the realm of Copper Skin and Iron Bones.

As for Zhao Tie’s cultivation method, he alters his cognition, deeply convincing himself that he is an impenetrable Iron Man.

When he truly becomes an Iron Man, the technique would naturally reach Perfection.

"Zhao Tie, your will isn’t strong enough."

"Iron Bones is an invincible path; why rely on others’ methods?"

"You are indecisive, hesitant, possessing the form of Iron Bones but lacking the spirit, which is why you have been unable to perfect Iron Bone Skill all this time."

Lu Yuan said solemnly, speaking matter-of-factly.

Strictly speaking.

The method Li Tie devised for cultivating Iron Bone Skill isn’t entirely unorthodox.

For example, some Zen Buddhist masters practiced Silent Meditation, not speaking for decades.

And hidden strong persons, to understand the Life and Death Law, have willingly turned themselves into a corpse, lying in a coffin for tens of thousands of years.

But in this chaotic world where truth and falsehood are reversed, cultivators resort to various bizarre actions.

As expected.

Zhao Tie’s expression fluctuated wildly upon hearing this, seemingly having an epiphany, immediately cupped his fists, and solemnly bowed to Lu Yuan.

"Thank you for your guidance. Your words are worth more than a hundred years of reading to Zhao."

"If I succeed in cultivation, I shall repay you generously one day!"

"Alright, take your time understanding. I’ll go do some cleaning first."

Lu Yuan waved his hand and started handling various chores.

He finished all the miscellaneous tasks only when twilight descended.

As he prepared to return to his residence, he found Zhao Tie standing still, right at the entrance of the Artifact Refining Hall.

"Zhao Tie, aren’t you going home today?"

Lu Yuan asked with curiosity.

Hearing his words, Zhao Tie merely turned his head slightly, gave him a blank look, and then turned back to stand in place, as motionless as a statue, without blinking an eye.

"Did he take my words seriously?"

Lu Yuan’s face turned peculiar. He hadn’t expected Zhao Tie to actually follow his offhand advice.

Moreover, he could faintly see.

The surface of Zhao Tie’s body seemed to shimmer with a dark iron glow, making his flesh and bones increasingly sturdy, gradually moving towards the true form of Copper Skin and Iron Bones!

"Is this the Idealist Martial Dao that can alter reality with willpower? This world is indeed terrifyingly mad."

Lu Yuan shook his head, feeling quite helpless.

Fortunately, he had the Divine-level Talent of Refining Illusion into Truth; otherwise, following this world’s cultivation rules, he might eventually turn insane.

Returning to his place.

Exhausted after a long day, Lu Yuan quickly ate his meal, already feeling utterly drained.

But at the thought of Steward Wang’s extremely disgusting and ambiguous look, he shivered, forcing himself to practice the Seven Injuries Fist.

He only collapsed into bed in deep sleep when too tired to lift his fingers.

Yet, worried about Steward Wang attacking him at night, he didn’t sleep soundly, frequently waking up from nightmares.

The next morning, at dawn.

Lu Yuan yawned continuously, with dark circles under his eyes, struggling to get up from bed.

"I can’t go on like this. I’m no Spiritual Sea Realm Martial Artist; I can’t abstain from food, drink, or sleep, and I still need adequate rest to restore my spirit."

"If I can’t sleep well every day, it will severely hinder my cultivation progress!"

Lu Yuan said grimly.

Though Cyan Cloud Sect’s rules are strict, prohibiting internal disputes among disciples.

But Lu Yuan was just a minor Servant Disciple, with virtually no presence in Cyan Cloud Sect.

It was only because his parents died in battle for the sect and made significant contributions, causing Steward Wang to refrain from acting recklessly.

Otherwise, if it were any other Servant Disciple, they might have already fallen victim to his cruel hands.

"First, I’ll move to the back mountain for a while. When I reach the Late Body Refining Stage, I’ll ensure eternal tranquility."

Lu Yuan’s eyes flickered with thought as he came up with a temporary plan.

Right after.

He forced himself up, practiced boxing at the back mountain, and then dragged his weary body to the Artifact Refining Hall to toil.

But before reaching the Artifact Refining Hall, he discovered a crowd gathered at the entrance, with Steward Wang’s crow-like voice intermittently echoing.