34: Chapter 34 Breaking Through the Door

"It seems that as the proficiency of the Body Refinement Method increases, the body refinement effect also improves," Chen Moxuan exclaimed inwardly.

The First Realm Sixth Stage and the First Realm Seventh Stage may seem like only a one-stage difference, but in reality, it is the watershed of a minor Realm.

It is the difference between the Middle Stage and the Late Stage of the First Realm.

Upon reaching the First Realm Seventh Stage, the improvement in a Martial Artist's qi and blood intensity and physical fitness is greater than the total improvement from the First Realm Fourth Stage to the First Realm Sixth Stage.

Originally, according to his estimation, it would take two full months and the tempering of twenty sets of the Body Refinement Method to have a chance of breaking through to the First Realm Seventh Stage.

However, at this moment, having spent only eight hours and completing eight sets of the Body Refinement Method, he had successfully achieved this Breakthrough.

Such astonishing cultivation speed, if placed in the Martial Arts World, would definitely make people's jaws drop again.

This is a feat that could only be forged by the combination of the grade a blood qi essence and Chen Moxuan's own masterful level of Martial Skill, with the two complementing each other.

Chen Moxuan was now increasingly looking forward to what terrifying speed his cultivation could reach when the Body Refinement Method was analyzed to the Perfection Realm.

Chen Moxuan lay on the ground, panting slightly, feeling his qi and blood and physical strength slowly recovering.

With the movement of his cultivation gone, the entire room once again fell into a deathly silence.

It seemed to be windy outside the window, and one could faintly hear the rustling sound of leaves outside.

Chen Moxuan turned his head and cast his gaze outside the window.

Ink-colored clouds circled the moon in layers, the moonlight was hazy and hard to distinguish, and his thoughts drifted away, starting to wander uncontrollably.

He thought of the bits and pieces of his mundane life after his Rebirth in this world, thought of the series of events that had happened in the last few days, and thought of his homeroom teacher's expression after death...

After coming to this world, facing the Transcendent whom he rarely had the opportunity to encounter in his daily life, he subconsciously associated these people with the superheroes from the movies and comics of his past life.

He had not expected that Wan Chaoren would kill him without hesitation, and even slaughtered his entire class just because he found it troublesome.

Thinking about it now, even in the Martial Arts World, people with higher social status or higher cultivation than you would not treat you as being on the same level.

Not to mention a Transcendent whose physiological mechanism completely crushes ordinary people from birth.

"Wan Chaoren... I will definitely collect this debt later." Chen Moxuan gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and veins bulged on the back of his bony hands.

In Chen Moxuan's estimation, the strength of an A-Rank Transcendent is likely equivalent to the Fourth Realm, the Spirit Ascension Realm, of the Martial Arts World.

In his memories of the Martial Arts World, the youngest Fourth Realm Martial Artist in martial arts history was twenty years old.

He possessed [All-Things Calculation]; if he couldn't be a bit more of a Genius than this youngest Fourth Realm Martial Artist, he might as well restart.

He reached the Fourth Realm at twenty, he himself was now eighteen, and he would turn nineteen in three months; it wouldn't be too much to reach the Fourth Realm at nineteen, right?

He did not have the patience of "thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west"; even if he didn't like holding grudges, he could still endure a mere three months.

However, what Chen Moxuan did not know was that the so-called youngest Fourth Realm Martial Artist was born into a martial arts family, had devoted himself to martial arts cultivation as early as twelve years old, and was cultivating a new type of martial arts that yielded the fastest cultivation improvement, having already been a Third Realm Martial Artist at eighteen.

If anyone claimed that they would rush from the First Realm to the Fourth Realm in a mere three months, anyone in the Martial Arts World would think it was a pipe dream.

Chen Moxuan lay quietly waiting for his physical strength to recover, calming his mind and breath.

Gradually, he slowly smelled a pungent odor.

"So stinky!" He couldn't help but cover his nose.

After eight full hours of high-intensity Body Refinement Method cultivation, the clothes on Chen Moxuan's body had long been thoroughly soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to his skin as if they had been welded together.

Not only that, during the body refinement process, Impurities inside his body were constantly being expelled, attaching to the surface of his body.

His whole person seemed to be wrapped in a layer of black grime, his skin color had darkened by a shade, and he was emitting a nauseating odor.

"I need to take a bath." Chen Moxuan was in a bit of a dilemma.

When he inspected this room earlier, he didn't seem to find a place where he could take a bath.

At this moment, his whole body was emitting a strange odor, which was extremely uncomfortable. After thinking for a moment, his gaze subconsciously moved to the black god bracelet on his wrist.

"Xiao Bo, can you turn into a towel?" Chen Moxuan asked the bracelet.

However, there was a deathly silence from the bracelet, and even the gibberish noises had ceased.

Since returning to this world, Chen Moxuan had noticed that he could not perceive Xiao Bo's subjective consciousness through the connection.

He secretly guessed that perhaps it was because he himself was affected by the [Otherworld Walker] that he was able to travel, while other conscious creatures could not normally come here from the Martial Arts World.

"That's right!"

Chen Moxuan walked quickly to the side of the bed and pressed the buttons next to the bed frame in succession.

"Beep—beep—beep-beep-beep-beep..."

After pressing for a long time, the outside remained deathly silent, with no movement at all.

"Forget it, let's wait until tomorrow." Chen Moxuan sighed slightly angrily and lay heavily back on the bed.

He already had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, and now that his whole body was sticky, this terrible feeling made him very uncomfortable.

In order to be able to fall asleep, he decided to consume Mental Energy and continue to devote himself to the analysis work of the Body Refinement Method.

As his Mental Energy was poured in continuously, time passed quietly.

10 minutes passed in a flash, and the Body Refinement Method was only 14 minutes away from being completely analyzed.

During this process, Chen Moxuan consumed a full 50 points of Mental Energy; having originally had nearly 70 points of Mental Energy remaining, his Mental Energy reserves had now dropped to 20%.

Past experience told him that in this state of mental exhaustion, he would easily fall asleep.

Sure enough, a wave of intense sleepiness surged over him like a tide, his head felt heavy and dizzy, and his eyelids began to fight each other uncontrollably.

However... he still couldn't sleep.

Although he was very sleepy, the sticky touch and odor all over his body were like a shadow, constantly stimulating his senses.

Every time he moved his body, the friction between his skin and clothes made him feel the existence of that layer of grime even more clearly.

For the first time, Chen Moxuan felt that falling asleep was such a difficult thing.

People without a cleanliness obsession might not know that this feeling is worse than death for someone who has one.

His cleanliness obsession overcame his sleepiness, and extreme lack of Mental Energy easily breeds irritability.

In short, it is very easy to lose one's reason in this state.

"Damn it, I'm not sleeping anymore!"

Chen Moxuan was full of irritability, sat up abruptly from the bed, and his eyes instantly locked onto that tightly closed alloy door.

"I really can't take it anymore!"

Although that girl named Song Xin warned him not to resist, Chen Moxuan had also planned to wait until daytime to observe further.

But right now, everything here revealed something strange, and he didn't know how much of that girl's words could be trusted.

Under the dual influence of his cleanliness obsession and mental deficiency, Chen Moxuan impulsively decided to leave this place first.

His qi and blood had not yet fully recovered, and his muscles were still aching severely, but based on his current state, it was more than enough to perform a Martial Skill just once.

Chen Moxuan walked with large strides to the alloy door, stood firmly with both feet, took a deep breath, and the Qi around his body gathered rapidly, striking the starting pose of the Thunder Strike Fist.

"Bang!"

With a loud noise like a thunderclap, Chen Moxuan punched out fiercely, the wind of his fist whistling as if it carried the power of a thunderbolt.

This alloy door, which could easily block a rampaging mental patient on ordinary days, was as fragile as paper in front of the Thunder Strike Fist, collapsing and flying backwards directly.

Chen Moxuan was anxious, and ran out with quick steps.