The scorching medicinal liquid, carrying a faint oppressive force, seeped slowly and steadily through his pores, making Ling Changqing feel an unprecedented pressure.
It felt as if his body were deep within a thick layer of rock, being slowly ground into a pulp. This was the furthest thing from comfortable.
"How are you holding up, Junior Brother?"
Beside the grand cauldron, Ling Qiyue asked with a concerned expression.
"It's a little rough, but nothing I can't handle."
Ling Changqing said, frowning as he tried his best to quiet his mind. He began to circulate the introductory chapter of the Vajra Tula Demon Suppression Technique.
Although he had been mentally prepared, he only realized once he began that a Body Cultivation Technique was truly not so easy to train.
