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After making up his mind, Bu Ku impatiently started cultivating. Of course, Bu Ku chose to cultivate the [Myriad Manifestation Devil Arts] because he was not afraid of any physical pain. He only wanted to obtain an astonishing amount of strength so that he could live a fair and square life. Regarding Tie Chui, it wasn't because he was afraid that Tie Chui wouldn't be able to endure the pain, but because he couldn't bear to make Tie Chui suffer any longer. Furthermore, there were countless beasts in Black Wind Forest, so he was afraid that there wouldn't be enough blood to absorb the energy.

Deep in the night, the moon hung high in the sky. In front of a hidden cave entrance in the Black Wind Forest, a teenager was sitting on a big piece of smooth rock with his eyes closed, breathing heavily. Red gas would appear around his body from time to time, but this gas was extremely weak, as if it could be blown away by just a gust of wind. The youth didn't look like he was resting with his eyes closed, instead, beads of sweat constantly dripped down from his painful forehead. His originally delicate face was extremely distorted from the pain, and his lower lip was already bleeding from the pain.

That's right, this youth was Bu Ku. Unknowingly, Bu Ku and Tie Chui had already been cultivating here for three months. Although the only thing that accompanied him at the beginning was endless loneliness and helplessness without any progress in his cultivation technique, Bu Ku had never thought of giving up. Because to him, giving up on the pursuit of power was equivalent to death.

In these three months, when Bu Ku and Tie Chui were hungry, they would pick some wild fruits, drink some mountain spring water when they were thirsty, and lead a happy life.

From being an outsider to the start, Bu Ku had completely understood the mystery of martial arts and was able to guide the true energy around his body to perform small-scale exercises. If those people who had been cultivating for decades and still couldn't sense the existence of true energy knew about this, they would probably die from anger. Of course, besides his own intelligence, Bu Ku's strong willpower was also a major factor in achieving some accomplishments.

Bu Ku had underestimated the pain brought upon by this technique. Although he had just used his true energy to perform a small-scale exercise, the pain of having his flesh torn off was still causing him to nearly faint from the pain. For those who practiced the [Myriad Manifestation Devil Arts], fainting halfway was a sign of death, because if you did not forcefully control your true qi, they would break out of your body and turn you into a sieve. It was no wonder that such a heaven-defying cultivation technique was so rare to successfully cultivate in the past few thousand years. Bu Ku could not help but be impressed by the wisdom of the creator of this cultivation technique as well as the patience of the Blood Demon Grandmaster.

Forcefully forcing the gas outside to circulate a little bit, Bu Ku stopped and slowly opened his eyes. The sweat on his forehead also flowed into his eyes. However, Bu Ku did not care. On the contrary, a knowing smile appeared on his small face, which was covered in sweat. The two canines made his smile look extremely innocent, as if he was a child who had just obtained his dreams.

After three months of perseverance, Bu Ku was finally able to circulate his true energy for a full week. This meant that he had stepped into the threshold of martial arts and that he possessed the potential of martial arts. On the other hand, Tie Chui hadn't changed at all in the past three months. Thinking of this, Bu Ku helplessly sighed. He could only become stronger and have the strength to capture some wild beasts to obtain their blood for the hammer to absorb. He wanted to see if he had smiled before.

Seeing Bu Ku open his eyes, Tie Chui, who was already bored to death, quickly ran over and asked with a worried expression, "Boss, how was it? "If it's no good, then we don't need to practice anymore. It's also good to go back and be beggars." Tie Chui didn't want to give up just like that, but every time he looked at Bu Fang's face which was covered in sweat from the pain just now, he was really afraid that something might have happened to him, so he had no choice but to say those words.

He only smiled at him, then casually picked up a small stone by his side. With a push of his palm, the energy from the small stone was immediately sucked into Bu Ku's body, and the stone turned into a pile of fine powder. A wind blew them right out of Bu Ku's palm. This was the tyranny of the [Eternal Devil Arts]. It did not lack energy, and as long as you could endure the pain, you would be able to grow quickly.

When he saw this, Tie Chui immediately jumped up in joy. He hastily ran to Bu Ku's side and picked him up. This was because Bu Ku had changed his usual calm expression and was happily jumping around with Tie Chui.

Success was the best release from three months of inhuman torture.

Tie Chui and Bu Ku slowly stopped. Tie Chui impatiently asked, "Boss, are you going to be able to cultivate in the future?"

Bu Ku did not say anything and only heavily nodded his head. That's right, he had finally found his own path to becoming strong. In this chaotic world, a person's strength was more important than anything else.

When Tie Chui heard Bu Ku's affirmation, he put up a tall tree for Bu Ku.

Bu Ku did not say anything. He only quietly raised his head to look at the bright moon as his heart was filled with melancholy. Using his meager true energy, he fiercely roared towards the sky, causing the surrounding birds and beasts to scatter in fright. Tears also flowed down from the corners of Bu Ku's eyes. He wanted to let his sister see what he was up to, but it was already too late. He knew that everything that he had lost since he was young belonged to him. He knew that he would have to rely on his own strength to take it back.

Time flew by. Five years later, in the depths of Black Wind Forest, a fur-clad young man was jumping around in the forest. In front of the young man was a black bear that was also running with all its might. Seeing the two getting closer, the teenager lost his patience. A mass of orange gas rose from his palm, and without any hesitation, he struck out towards Black Bear. Black Bear also fell to the ground, and the strong pushing force of this gas pushed Black Bear's body forward, breaking a few trees before it stopped. Black Bear did not move. His mouth and nose were full of blood.

This youth was Bu Ku. From five years ago, he was a weak life form and was now an expert that could easily kill Black Bears. It had to be said that he had undergone an earth-shattering change. However, only he himself knew how much pain he had suffered, especially the fifteenth of every month. Bu Ku did not dare to be together with Tie Chui, and in order to prevent him from worrying, he had to run far away to bear the pain.

He had to change his clothes every time he suffered, because the pain he endured in the beginning could be endured as well. But as time passed, the pain would only get worse, until the endless pain allowed him to lose his mind and use his body to knock against the rocks on the cliff outside. Moreover, it was a sharp stone, and only pain from the outside could make him feel better, so every night of the fifteenth month, Bu Ku would torture himself like a man made of blood, crazily tormenting himself until dawn in the east.

But over the past five years, he had silently endured it. He had endured it for the sake of that unattainable dream of his. Even when Tie Chui asked him about it, he could only reply in a casual manner. With endless pain, Bu Ku obtained astonishing willpower. His personality became even colder than before, just like his silver blood. Right now, he only wanted to pursue the peak of martial arts and kill all the people he should kill.

Perhaps pain meant nothing to him.

After all, the energy here was too sparse. It took him five years of hard work to barely reach the Martial Master realm. Furthermore, he was only an early Martial Master. If other cultivators were to find out, they would have been angered to death. For a rookie to be able to reach the Martial Master realm in five years without any guidance could only be described as miraculous.

Even in the outside world, a sixteen-year-old Martial Master would be able to shock a person into losing his teeth. Putting aside the fact that martial arts was extremely demanding on a person's innate talent, there were very few martial arts families that could reach this level at such a young age. After all, if one could become a Martial Master, they would be able to open a door and set up a dojo. And in a small clan, they would also be able to enjoy the treatment of an elder.