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"Kid, I didn't expect you to be so well-hidden. You actually dared to venture into the Spirit Bridge and even made it to the third segment. Tsk tsk, I had my doubts about you."
In the Alchemical Department of the Primordial Hall, located in a villa on Crimson Hill, Van Lao's voice echoed with a strange tone. Accompanying his voice was a series of odd slapping sounds and the fluctuating howls of Bu.
"Take it easy, Old Guy! Are you trying to kill me?" Unable to endure any longer, Bu shouted through gritted teeth.
"Hmph, isn't my strength just right? Others beg me for this treatment, but I refuse. Don't think you can take advantage of me and then act innocent." The slapping sounds continued incessantly, mixed with Van Lao's voice, creating an incredibly sinister atmosphere.
"Ah! Bastard! You old geezer, stop it! I can't take it anymore; it hurts!"
"Keep cursing me, old man enjoys it."
"Slap! Slap!"
Looking around the room, Bu was completely bare except for a pair of shorts, sprawled out on a bed. Beside him, Van Lao wore an excited expression, his smile reminiscent of a blooming flower that sent chills down one's spine. His hands fluttered like butterflies as they landed on Bu's body.
Whether pinching or grabbing, slapping or tapping, his movements were incredibly swift, leaving only a blur of hands visible. The creaking of the bed and the rhythmic slapping sounds made one think of something else entirely.
After what felt like an eternity, when Bu had no strength left to resist and had been subjected to this peculiar massage for half an hour, the strange treatment finally came to an end. The sounds of the creaking bed and the slapping ceased at last.
"Damn it, I'm exhausted! Your current strength should have reached the level of copper skin and iron bones. Remember what I told you about tomorrow's Holy Light Trial? If you don't succeed..." With that, Van Lao casually lifted the restraints he had placed on Bu and walked aside to wash his hands in a basin of clean water.
Bu groaned as he sat up. At that moment, he looked like a large shrimp that had been steamed; his skin was so red it seemed like it could bleed. Sweat mixed with a light yellow medicinal liquid dripped from his body onto the leather bed, forming a sticky puddle.
"Damn old bastard, you're clearly just messing with me. Where's the benefit in this?" He got off the bed, gritting his teeth in pain, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably. The agony felt as if his entire skin had been flayed alive, making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Hmph," Van Lao said as he picked up a towel to wipe his hands and blew on his beard. "It's not easy for a physical body to achieve the toughness of bronze skin and iron bones with golden internal organs. Previously, you were merely at the bronze skin and iron bones stage. If you want to transform your internal organs into gold, it requires at least half a year of nurturing to allow the Viscera to form its own cycle. Don't think you can achieve it easily.
I have expended my own energy to massage you and even used Body Refining Potion to seep into your body to assist in nurturing. Only then did I stimulate your inner potential, helping you break through the bottleneck in the shortest time possible, solidifying your physical body and reaching the stage of bronze skin, iron bones, and golden internal organs. You should be grateful to me instead of making such a fuss here."
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