Chapter 73: Reborn

Two days later.

The inner sea of ​​the Mist Hidden Sea.

A deserted island.

Yang Che stood on the cliff at the highest point of the island. After listening to the cultivation method described by the purple-haired girl, he couldn't help but gasp.

"Are you sure you have to practice like this?" Yang Che asked in confusion.

"What? Are you questioning me? Or do you have no confidence in yourself at all?"

The purple-haired girl looked cold.

Yang Che was silent for a moment, looked at the sea surface at least a hundred feet away from his feet, gritted his teeth and said, "Then let's start."

"Remember, you can only climb up from this position now, don't think about taking shortcuts."

The purple-haired girl pointed along the cliff, meaning that you can only climb up from this position.

Then she suddenly asked again: "Is there a wooden barrel?"

Yang Che was surprised, but he didn't ask much, and took out the large wooden barrel that he usually soaked in.

"Put it here, you can start quickly."

The purple-haired girl looked indifferent, stretched out her hand and pointed, imprisoning all the magic power in Yang Che's body.

Then she turned and walked towards the dense forest on the island.

Yang Che took a deep breath, his eyes showed a fierce look, and he jumped up and "slapped" the sea surface.

That's right, he "slapped" the sea surface with his body, not jumping into the sea.

This was of course the request of the purple-haired girl.

There was a "whoosh" sound in his ears, and Yang Che's falling speed was getting faster and faster.

Not long after, there was a "bang".

Yang Che hit the sea surface firmly, and the splashing waves of more than ten feet high instantly submerged him.

The huge impact force made Yang Che half dizzy.

If he hadn't practiced the Heaven and Earth Chaos Art and had a strong body, he would have been "broken into pieces" at this moment.

Yang Che bit his tongue hard to wake himself up a little.

This shocking slap made Yang Che feel that all his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

But the magical thing was that he felt that the mysterious power hidden in every corner of his body also surged out from the sleeping corner with this slap, and rushed back and forth between his muscles and bones.

After the pain, there was a sour and numb feeling.

After recovering slightly, Yang Che swam to the cliff and began to climb up along the hard and smooth stone wall.

His magic power was imprisoned, so he could only rely on his physical strength to hold on to the rocks and move upward with difficulty.

…

Finally, he climbed to the top of the cliff exhausted and came to the place where he jumped down before.

Yang Che saw that the big wooden barrel next to the purple-haired girl was filled with black and smelly juice.

"The juice of the ghost weeping vine and the night needle grass?"

Yang Che, who was panting heavily, recognized the black juice and his face suddenly changed.

"You have good knowledge. You can recognize two types."

A trace of surprise flashed in the eyes of the purple-haired girl. "This juice is specially prepared for you. It is made with more than 30 kinds of precious medicinal materials. Hurry up and soak in it."

"The weeping ghost vine is a poisonous vine that makes ghosts cry. When its poison touches human skin, even ghosts can't bear the pain, let alone humans?" Yang Che was speechless.

"Don't talk nonsense. Soak for half an incense stick, then continue to slap the sea surface with your body, and then climb up with your bare hands. When this juice turns into clear water, it will end." The purple-haired girl's voice suddenly turned cold and her face was serious.

Yang Che had no choice but to grit his teeth, drag his extremely tired body to the wooden barrel, and began to take off his clothes without saying a word.

A cold light flashed in the purple-haired girl's eyes, and then she snorted coldly and disappeared.

Yang Che could sense that the purple-haired girl had entered the courtyard of the 'Purple King Pavilion' in the illusory magic stone space.

"Ah"

As soon as he entered the black juice, Yang Che screamed immediately.

He clenched his teeth tightly, and endured the pain that felt like scraping bones and cutting marrow, without making a sound.

However, despite the pain, Yang Che vaguely discovered that the juice slowly entered his body, and it seemed to repair the previous damage to his body and some hidden injuries.

Half an incense stick later, Yang Che suddenly jumped out of the juice.

Looking closely, the black juice seemed to have no signs of fading at all.

When he thought of what the purple-haired girl said, that it would not end until the black juice turned into clear water, he could not help but shudder all over.

He walked to the edge of the cliff, jumped forward again, and slapped the sea surface with his body flat.

This time, Yang Che only felt that his eyes went black, and his body seemed to fall apart, which was several times worse than the first time.

Fortunately, he bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake, and then swam to the edge of the cliff, and began to grab the hard and cold rocks, climbing up little by little.

This time it took longer.

After Yang Che climbed up, he felt that he had no strength at all.

He didn't want to move anymore, and wanted to lie down on the ground and fall asleep.

But in the end, he still climbed into the wooden barrel with difficulty.

The inhuman pain came again.

Yang Che, who originally thought he could "sleep" for half an incense stick, suddenly became energetic.

He found that the medicine seemed to stimulate his potential and stimulate his physical limit.

As the black medicine penetrated into his skin, Yang Che felt again that the medicine was constantly repairing his injuries.

In this way, not only was his physical limit potential stimulated, allowing him to continue the next "slapping the sea" and "climbing with bare hands", but his body would not leave sequelae and hidden injuries.

After half an incense stick, Yang Che continued to jump off the cliff...

This cycle repeated again and again, Yang Che was on the verge of the limit again and again, and his potential was stimulated again and again...

During this period, there were countless times when Yang Che had the idea of ​​giving up.

But in the end, he persisted for some unknown reason.

He never thought that he had the perseverance that he admired inexplicably.

He jumped into the sea and began to be semi-conscious, and the time was longer and longer.

But the magical power of the medicine always made him on the verge of complete coma, but he always kept a bit of clarity.

He climbed slower and slower, and the skin on his hands had been worn out and bloody.

Time, number of times, pain... For him, they were completely meaningless.

He was like a walking corpse, repeating mechanically and numbly...

Until, one time, he lay on the side of the wooden barrel, watching the medicine inside turn into clear water. Somehow, he felt like crying, and then lay on his back, covered his face with his hands, and cried silently...

Then, he fell asleep like that.

When Yang Che woke up again, he saw the purple-haired girl at first sight.

"How do you feel now?"

The purple-haired girl's voice was still indifferent.

Yang Che's heart moved, and he found that his magic power could be mobilized freely.

The power of the ancient gods is also the same.

"This feeling..."

Yang Che suddenly jumped up.

He couldn't believe it.

Not only did his cultivation level recover to the eleventh level of Qi Refining, but the power in his Dantian was almost twice as powerful as the previous eleventh level!

Then there was the power of the ancient gods.

With a thought, the power of the ancient gods flowed freely in his limbs, tendons, blood and flesh.

It was so smooth.

Then, Yang Che was surprised to find that even without using any mana and power of the ancient gods, his skin naturally glowed with a faint mysterious luster.

Yang Che finally deeply realized the four words: reborn.

"The first stage of laying the foundation is faster than I thought. After all, you have the ancient god formula, and I have helped you improve it to make your foundation more solid. The next step is the second stage."

The purple-haired girl said, with a hint of inexplicable teasing in her eyes.