Upon hearing this, Yin Hong thought for a moment before refusing. "You're not even sixteen. That Xu Yunfan is much older than you. You'd be at a disadvantage. It won't do."
He looked up at the boy's defiant gaze and couldn't help but sigh. "At next year's Jingzhe, if you can break through the three gates of Jade Net, Star Pivot, and Ziwei, I will grant your request."
These so-called three gates of Jade Net, Star Pivot, and Ziwei corresponded to the three stages of training: sinew, bone, and skin.
The Jiuyao Sect's methods for tempering sinew, bone, and skin naturally had their own profundities.
Before his voice had even faded, Teng Lingchuan suddenly ripped the bandages from his chest.
Three gruesome hammer marks stretched from his collarbone to his abdomen. Beneath a dark golden ointment, jade-colored veins were faintly visible, writhing as they healed. A hint of gold could also be seen shining through from under his skin.
