chapter 2 Breakthroughs one after another!

Five years passed by in a flash.

This year, Iwan Harvard is sixteen years old.

The good-for-nothing Arvel Bethel and his good-for-nothing disciple who died five years ago have been almost forgotten by everyone in the Cielo Sect.

The night was like water, Iwan Harvard suddenly opened his eyes, and there was light in his eyes.

He stood up, bowed to the tombstone, and said in a low voice: "Master, five years have come. I will follow your order and dig your grave. I hope you won't be offended."

After saying that, he started digging the soil and digging the grave.

When he dug up the grave and pried open the coffin, his eyes suddenly showed shock.

Arvel Bethel's body disappeared unexpectedly.

He couldn't believe it, but he personally buried the master's body.

He jumped down and found a small box at the bottom of the coffin. Opening the wooden box, there was a small tripod the size of a fist placed on the yellow silk inside.

The small bronze tripod is covered with patina, has three legs and round ears, and has an ancient shape, full of the mysterious atmosphere of the ancient wilderness.

In the small cauldron, there is a drop of something similar to blood suspended.

He only glanced at the drop of mysterious dragon blood, and felt a bang in his mind, like a thunderous explosion, and he suddenly lost consciousness.

He felt as if the whole person was thrown into an endless ink-colored world. The sky was ink-colored, and ink-colored vortexes were all over the sky, constantly choosing outfits.

Underfoot is an endless black wilderness, desolate and desolate.

At the end of the wilderness, there is a black mountain range, which is taller than the Forest of Lush where the Cielo Sect is located, more than ten thousand feet high? Is it more than a thousand miles long?

When he walked into the mountains, suddenly, the mountains moved!

The mountain raised its head, and it turned out to be a huge dragon head! Just one head is bigger than the Queen's Kingdom.

And the black mountains stretching for thousands of miles turned out to be the body of this giant dragon.

The giant dragon looked up to the sky and groaned, and then a majestic heavy rain fell. In an instant, the ground turned into an ocean, and Iwan Harvard was submerged in it.

Iwan Harvard couldn't breathe, almost suffocated, and felt terribly uncomfortable.

After a long time, his head buzzed, and he struggled out of the deep sea fantasy. Iwan Harvard knelt on the ground, breathing heavily, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He didn't dare to look at that drop of blood anymore. What kind of creature's blood was this? Why was it so terrifying? Even a drop of blood is like this, so how powerful is this creature?

Could it be that this is dragon blood?

But at this moment, suddenly, the small bronze cauldron flew directly into his hand like a living thing, and then quickly disappeared in his palm.

Iwan Harvard was startled. He felt the small tripod moving upstream along the nerve fibre of his right hand. Then, severe pain came, making his whole body feel like it was being torn apart.

The pain caused him to roll back and forth on the ground, screaming loudly. The skin and muscles on his body cracked, and blood rushed out, as if he had been delayed.

Half an hour later, the small tripod followed the nerve fibre all the way up and reached the pubic region.

Iwan Harvard only felt a bang in his mind, and without knowing what was going on, he fainted.

When he woke up, it was already late at night. When Iwan Harvard looked at his body, he found that his clothes had become tattered. In addition to blood, the surface of his body was covered with a layer of black oil-like substance, which exuded a foul odor and was sticky. It was terribly uncomfortable.

But his whole body was warm, light, and extremely comfortable. This was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Iwan Harvard looked inside his body and suddenly let out a cheer of surprise and joy.

He discovered that his pubic region, which was as hard as iron and had no space at all, had been opened up.

Of course, only a very small part of pubic region was opened up, about the size of a fist, and at this time, the small bronze tripod was suspended in it. That drop of mysterious dragon blood was rolling inside, crystal clear.

Suddenly, a strand as thin as one thousandth of a hair separated from the dragon's blood, walked out from the middle of his pubic region, and began to travel along his nerve fibre. This wisp of mysterious dragon's blood contained majestic power and vast infuriating shinki. Those blocked in Iwan Harvard nerve fibre were unable to fight back in front of this wisp of dragon's blood, and were directly destroyed by the impact.

Severe pain came again, but Iwan Harvard held it back this time. He gritted his teeth, held his head high, and a voice in his heart screamed loudly: "This pain is unbearable, how can you reach the top?"

He gritted his teeth, blood burst out from his mouth, and his whole body was shaking, but he finally held back.

Severe pain hit him all at once, and he felt that every part of his body was...

Half an hour later, Iwan Harvard let out a long breath.

The mysterious dragon's blood traveled through his body at an extremely fast speed, and his blocked nerve fibre were completely unblocked.

If his nerve fibre were like small river ditches that were blocked by silt, now his nerve fibre are completely unblocked. Although they are very thin and narrow, they are unobstructed. shinki is flowing through them. Even Iwan Harvard can hear the roar. The sound of rushing water!

Iwan Harvard was extremely excited. At this time, his body was filled with shinki.

Feeling the wave of pain disappearing quickly, a smile appeared on his lips, and ecstasy welled up in his heart.

He looked up to the sky and shouted: "I can practice cultivation, my nerve fibre are unobstructed, and my pubic region is opened! I am no longer a waste!"

Tears fell heavily. Who could understand his pain if he hadn't experienced it personally?

He had very poor qualifications since he was a child. After ten years of practice, he made no progress at all. He was humiliated and looked down upon by others, and no one looked up to him except his master. How great is this pain?

But now, he is finally able to practice.

The shinki wandered around in the nerve fibre and returned to the pubic region, but it was surging in the pubic region, eager to move, and would not calm down at all.

Iwan Harvard shinki moved, and the shinki in his pubic region suddenly surged out. It rushed out from the pubic region and shinki in nerve fibre nerve fibre . Appear and gather into this shinki. This shinki continued to grow, and soon it changed from the thickness of a hair to the thickness of a finger.

The shinki appearing in these corners was accumulated by Iwan Harvard during his daily practice.

Although he is unable to practice due to blocked nerve fibre and has made no progress in his realm, logically speaking, he cannot cultivate even a trace of shinki. However, the biblical Book of Betelgeuse he practiced was so miraculous that it not only laid a solid foundation for him, but also allowed him to cultivate a lot of shinki and hide it in various parts of his body.

It had not been discovered before because his nerve fibre were blocked and the shinki could not flow. But now that the shinki is circulating, it will naturally follow.

Iwan Harvard was shocked as shinki flowed, and he felt that his body was filled with surging power.

There was a hint of joy in his heart.

"What a magical little cauldron, what a magical dragon's blood. Just a wisp of the dragon's blood allowed me to break through! Of course, it is also due to the biblical Book of Betelgeuse. I always thought that this Jin Sutra was useless, but now It seems that I was wrong, the Golden Scripture is really magical and can make me, a loser, develop shinki!"

"And now it seems that the remaining momentum has not dissipated, and it can still hit!"

Chen Feng thought, and the shinki in his body surged like a spring.

After reaching the second grade of the acquired realm, he is not satisfied yet and wants to hit the third grade!

To attack the third grade of the Post-natal Realm , the amount of shinki required was quite huge. Iwan Harvard drew out all the shinki in his body. The shinki in his body further thickened and became as thick as a little finger. Finally, he was shaking violently all over again. His nerve fibre groaned in pain, and shinki surged like a tide.

He has surprisingly advanced to the third grade of the Post-natal Realm .

Iwan Harvard clenched his fists, feeling the surging power in his body!

He suddenly punched out, and there was an explosion in the air, shaking the air.

Iwan Harvard could feel that his punch had a force of eight hundred kilograms, reaching the strength of one and a half tigers!

In the Post-natal Realm, the first grade has a strength of one hundred kilograms, the second grade has a strength of two hundred kilograms, the third grade of five hundred kilograms, the fourth grade of one thousand kilograms... and so on. Five hundred kilograms is the strength of a tiger, and although Iwan Harvard has just reached the third grade , he has reached eight hundred kilograms of strength, which is more than half more than the average third grade Post-natal Realm expert!

He punched a tree next to the tomb, and the big tree as thick as a bowl was suddenly broken.

Iwan Harvard looked up to the sky and smiled, feeling extremely happy.

How could he not be happy about being transformed from a useless person who couldn't cultivate to a third grade powerhouse?

Moreover, not seeing the master's body gave him a good guess.

"Master, where did you go? There is no body of yours in the grave. It seems that you are not dead and you left me this treasure. Since you are dead, I feel relieved. Don't worry, I will practice well. I’ll always find you!”

He was able to practice and learned that his master was not dead, so he was naturally very happy.

Iwan Harvard rummaged through the box and made sure there was nothing else inside, then put the box back and buried the grave again.

He looked at the dirt on his body and smelled the stench on his body. He smiled bitterly and said to himself: "Iwan Harvard, you are quite dirty."

After saying that, he turned around, found a nearby river, and jumped into it to clean himself.

After washing himself thoroughly and putting on simple but clean clothes, Chen Feng went back to sleep next to the tomb.