Concentrating his spiritual energy, he temporarily put aside the joy and excitement in his heart, and Wang Chen carefully controlled the true energy circulating in his dantian.

  After a long time, when the external yuanqi wave stopped and everything returned to normal, Ling Zhan's face showed a hint of tension.

  Looking at Wang Chen sitting quietly in the wooden barrel, he felt anxious and uneasy, but didn't dare disturb him.

  Inside the wooden barrel, at this time, the water color had gradually recovered its clarity, and the remaining small amount of Cold Pond's water component was also being slowly absorbed by Wang Chen. This energy would be the key to further strengthening his body.

  At this moment, Wang Chen could clearly feel the majestic True Yuan power surging within his body.

  If we say that the true yuan force of a martial artist in the refining body stage is like a small stream, flowing through every meridian. Then now entering the ranks of true martial artists, with the lower dantian being opened up, the true yuan force inside the body is like a small river flowing water, and finally all flows into the dantian! The dantian is like a pond, storing all energy.

  Once the need arises to apply true yuan force, it will move with the dan Tian as its center, and the true yuan force will burst forth.

  The true yuan force in the body all gathered inside the dantian, enjoying this new world, gradually calming down. At this time, Wang Chen brought a hint of tension and hurriedly controlled the true yuan force to run through the meridians throughout his body once again.

  This time's run is different from usual, the majestic true yuan force all rushed out, surging endlessly, like ten thousand horses galloping, vast and boundless.

  The previous meridian width has become unbearable with the current majestic true yuan force, and under this circumstance, suddenly, the meridian starts to produce tearing pain, as if it may collapse at any time.

  This is the key link to expand the meridian! With the help of true yuan force to expand the meridian, it is extremely dangerous. If you are not careful, you may tear the meridian and lead to serious consequences.

  Where the true yuan force passes, a scorching and tearing pain comes, and then, the stalactite liquid energy that has been prepared in the body quickly sweeps over the wound like spring breeze, filling the cracks of the meridians. Bringing a warm comfort.

  In the midst of repeated torment, Wang Chen gritted his teeth and repeatedly flushed his meridians. With the end of each cycle, his energy expanded a little, and his true yuan force became more refined!

  Pain invaded every cell in Wang Chen's body, making him feel numb, and his body was trembling slightly. Outside, the last energy of the cold pool water also rapidly entered the body through the pores, combining with the original icy energy that had poured into the body to strengthen the cells.

  Three tubes at once, Wang Chen's mental strength suddenly seemed a bit unsteady, gritting his teeth to persist.

  Thirty-six weeks later, he could clearly feel that the meridians had become wider than before. This was also the first hurdle, with a strong conviction, Wang Chen persisted and got through it.

  Ordinary people usually stay at this level and can't go on, many people can't even persist until the 36th week of heaven, but Wang Chen is still persisting.

  After an unknown period of time, the seventy-two weeks had been completed, and Wang Chen's face was pale with sweat dripping down.

  The water temperature in the wooden barrel has returned to normal and is no different from ordinary water. If anything, it's just that Wang Chen's sweat has been added to the water.

  At this time, Wang Chen's meridian endurance seemed to have reached its limit. The red milk energy in his body was also consumed to the point where there was hardly any left, and the repair speed was constantly slowing down, with pain beginning to dominate and invade every nerve.

  Seventy-two weeks of heaven, can expand the meridians seventy-two cycles after breaking through Zhenwu, and there are only a few people on the entire continent, except for those extraordinary geniuses!

  For these ignorant Wang Chen still insisted on it, such achievements cannot move him.

  In the blink of an eye, the eighty-first heavenly cycle had come to an end. Wang Chen's meridians seemed to be burning with fire, scorching and tearing apart. Every single pore on his body began to ooze out tiny droplets of dark red blood!

  This is the toxin and residue sent out by his body and meridians after repeated tempering.

  A martial artist who has reached this level is as rare as a phoenix feather or a unicorn horn; even Ling Zhan was only at this level initially.

  Eighty-one wins in a row, such an achievement on the mainland is evaluated as being at the Heavenly level.

  Of course, all of this was unknown to Wang Chen, who continued to persist stubbornly, and as long as he still had a thread of spirit, he would not give up.

  Ninety weeks, ninety-nine weeks, one hundred and eight weeks!

  The next moment, Wang Chen ran the true yuan force in his body for a full 108 cycles, also expanding his meridians a total of 108 times. He finally reached the critical point!

  Until this moment, he could feel the arrival of his body's critical point, as if only a little more effort from his true yuan force would cause all the meridians in his body to collapse. At the same time, the energy of the stalactite liquid was also being depleted in the continuous repair process. In this instant, his meridians were not full, with crack after crack appearing, extremely dangerous.

  Although he wanted to continue, as soon as Wang Chen raised his true yuan power, he felt the sound of his meridians shattering, which scared him so much that he hastily stopped cultivating!

  "It can't be helped, it's come to this!" Wang Chen couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the situation.

  Every cell in his body was screaming, and Wang Chen could only stop here in despair.

  One hundred and eight weeks, I don't know if this score is passing or not. Thinking of Ling Zhan's expectations for himself before, Wang Chen felt a little lost.

  He slowly opened his eyes after exhaling a mouthful of turbid air.

  Inside the wooden bucket, the water temperature had unknowingly become warm and cozy, emitting a hint of heat! It was completely different from the icy coldness before.

  "Little one, how is it?!" Seeing Wang Chen open his eyes, Ling Zhan asked nervously, with a hint of anticipation. At this moment, he was like an anxious child, restless and uneasy.

  "It's just one hundred and eight weeks!" Hearing Ling Zhan's words, Wang Chen flashed a hint of embarrassment and said in a low voice.

  "What? How many Sundays!" Wang Chen's voice was very low, but Ling Zhan still heard it!

  The next moment, he saw his face change greatly and rushed to Wang Chen's front, anxiously asking again.

  "Just over 108 weeks, can't hold on anymore, the energy of the bell-shaped liquid is all used up, and it's impossible to continue!" With a flash in his eyes, Wang Chen looked at Ling Zhan with a hint of guilt and said softly.

  All that can be seen is Wang Chen's face full of loss, and Ling Zhan's expression in his eyes seems to be a surprise at the score, perhaps this score in Ling Zhan's eyes can only be said to be very poor.

  "One hundred and eight weekends!" Raised his voice, Ling Zhan asked again.

  "Ah! I'm afraid I've let you down!" Wang Chen said apologetically.

  "One hundred and eight weekends, heavens! You..." After confirming this result, Ling Zhan was speechless, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and rolled his eyes!

  The warrior's own head, the soul body slightly began to tremble: "Actually one hundred and eight weeks, one hundred and eight weeks, I didn't hear wrong, this is true!"

  At this moment, Ling Zhan's soul body was trembling more and more violently, muttering to himself incessantly!

  "You... what's wrong with you!" For the first time, Wang Chen saw Ling Zhan like this and asked worriedly, wondering if his own poor performance had driven him crazy. Thinking about it, he felt even more guilty.

  "Kid, you're not a pervert, are you?!" Pulled back to reality by Wang Chen's words, Ling Zhan turned his head and fiercely grabbed Wang Chen's shoulders, asking.

  "Is it really one hundred and eight weeks?" Ling Zhan asked again, hardly daring to believe.

  "Well, that's all there is, can't hold on any longer!" Wang Chen replied cautiously.

  "One hundred and eight weeks! One hundred and eight Sundays! Haha, haha... Not bad for my disciple, haha... I, Ling Zhan, have indeed taken in a good disciple! Good, good, very good!" Once again confirming, Ling Zhan thoroughly burst out his emotions.

  This sudden change left Wang Chen bewildered, with some doubts. Was 108 weeks really a lot? Or was Ling Zhan scared silly by his own terrible grades? Or were these grades actually quite good? Wang Chen was at a loss, with a puzzled expression!

  At this moment, he had no idea what earth-shattering thing he had just done!