Legend of the Great Sage

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His courage increased his power, and his power increased his courage . It was a positive feedback loop .

He trained until sunset and actually felt hungry again . Right now, he was still very skinny, nowhere near as wide as Li Hu or Li Bao . Only he knew that none of the essences from the water deer meat had gone to waste . It had all merged with his body .

His body was like a bottomless hole, draining and absorbing all the alcohol and meat greedily, converting it into power .

After training, Li Qingshan sat down on the spot, closed his eyes, and settled down, feeling all the changes to his body . Overexerting his muscles and bones was extremely painful . He could still remember how he almost could not get out of bed from the pain on the second day of practising the Ox Demons Fist of Great Strength .

On that day, the black ox had not urged him on either . He had forcefully endured the pain and gotten up to train . Only after a dozen or so days of consecutive training did it get slightly better . No, it should be that his tolerance had increased . Logically, his body should have gradually grown accustomed to it all after making it through the first few days, but the pain he experienced did not lessen at all . He still felt like he had only begun training every day .

Every single change his body went through was reflected in his heart with great clarity . Unfortunately, he could not sense any of the so-called qi . According to the black ox, only when one sensed the flow of qi and produced a trace of true qi would a grasp of the basics for any ability or technique be achieved . He had been cultivating for far too short a period .

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill . It moved about behind his neck like a cold breeze .

However, there was no breeze at all, much less a cold breeze .