Once again, it was a heavy pressure of gold and wood.
This time, Han Qianqian was less frightened than before and more calm and collected.
When the branches tried to come again and pierce Han Qianqian, Han Qianqian no longer held his body in a tight crumpled position to prevent the branches from penetrating as before.
Instead, his whole body was extremely relaxed and his muscles did not resist at all, but just like that, those branches did not penetrate Han Qianqian’s skin directly as they had done before, and several attacks were thwarted several times.
Han Qianqian’s skin was as soft as water because it was relaxed, and the tree trunks glided over it every time, not hurting it even a little.
Han Qianqian laughed softly. It was only after he had been tortured several times that he gradually awoke to the fact that dripping water can penetrate stone, and the softest can overcome steel.
The power of the tree trunk was also the same as that of a drop of water, incomparably feminine, and it could break through stone just as well as that drop of water.
Therefore, the more Han Qianqian was nervous and resisted more and more fiercely, the more fiercely he was restrained by the tree trunk.
As for the golden light, Han Qianqian was unable to stop it. Among the five elements, metal is the least, but metal things are often more precious and sharp, especially when they are emitted in the form of light, which is even more difficult to stop.
Han Qianqian’s experience had proved several times that it was never possible to try to stop it, and the best thing to do was to listen to it, but also to reduce its injuries in the process.
If the mind is quiet, everything will be calm.
At least, if the external injuries cannot be eliminated, the internal pain can be regulated by oneself.
With Han Qianqian doing this, although the combined pressure of gold and wood was very uncomfortable, at least for Han Qianqian, it was now at a tolerable stage.
The next step was to wait.
A calm wait.
A minute went by, ten minutes went by.
Han Qianqian closed his eyes and waited in silence.
He was not in the least bit anxious, nor did he expect it to be over soon.
In Han Qianqian’s words, he even thought that it had all come too soon and that he hadn’t enjoyed it enough.
About two hours later, everything dispersed.
The golden light disappeared, and so did the plants that had just disappeared into his own gui.
Everything, as if waking up from a dream, opened his eyes and it was as usual.
The old man stood in front of Han Qianqian, looked at him, shook his head, somewhat contemptuous, and said, “I can actually let you break these five major punishments, boring, it seems, there is no more fun to be had.”
Han Qianqian smiled faintly, and did not shoot back.
“Looking at me, you should be drawing me out of my skin, why are you smiling at me now?” The old man said, slightly wondering.
Han Qianqian said, “Han Qianqian can’t thank you enough, so how could he be so rude to senior.”
Previously, Han Qianqian did have a greater hatred for him for no other reason than that Han Qianqian thought the old man was playing a trick on him and torturing him, so naturally he wanted to kill him to vent his hatred.
But as this torture became more and more frequent, Han Qianqian gradually changed his mind about this idea.
He began to understand that although the old man appeared to be torturing himself, in reality it was more like a kind of training for him, so that he could adapt to the five types of punishment.
The result, of course, was that he hoped that the five types of punishment would raise his body to a whole new level of hardness.
Therefore, he did not want to let himself die at all, but only to help himself.
As for why he had to say that, it was quite clear: firstly, to provoke himself so that he could have a breath to hold on to, and secondly, so that he could learn to better control his emotions under extreme anger.
Therefore, both mentally and physically, he had taught himself a good lesson.
Han Qianqian could not even be more grateful, so how could he hate him!
He knew that Han Qianqian was a wise man and might be temporarily blinded by his emotions, but sooner or later he would come to his senses and understand his good intentions.
“So far, I am satisfied with your performance.” The old man smiled gently, “Your own body has been reshaped for you by a superior person, and you can almost be called an immortal body in today’s eight-sided world.”
“Now, after I have refined you, if you can practice diligently the method of becoming a saint with your flesh body, I can ensure that within a few days, you will reach the divine body.”
With those words, the old man its body and pulled up Han Qianqian: “Follow me to a place.”