Socially anxious me transmigrated to a world of cultivation.

From a dense forest in the Chaos Mountains, mournful cries echoed continuously.

However, the cries stopped abruptly after a short while, as if they had never been heard at all.

At this moment, after isolating the noise from here, the old man looked at Pingfan in the cauldron, shook his head helplessly, and said.

"Ever since this kid reached the Body Tempering Realm, the voice he makes has become so loud."

After speaking, the old man looked at the changes in the ordinary body inside the cauldron and was quite satisfied.

The ordinary man, steeped in bloodshed, had no time to care about the old man's actions or his evaluation of him.

Because of the ordinariness of my life, I feel as if every inch of my skin is about to crack.

Furthermore, the energy in the blood continuously flowed into his body through the cracks, transforming his muscles.

After his muscles are altered, the cracks will disappear, only to reopen again, in a vicious cycle.

After a long time, the blood in the cauldron, through constant absorption, became crystal clear.

At this moment, his ordinary body began to radiate a dark golden color.

When Pingfan slowly opened her eyes, the dark gold color disappeared, replaced by smooth and delicate skin.

Pingfan stretched out his arms, feeling the changes in his body, and took a deep breath.

He then looked at the water in the cauldron and, upon seeing that the scratches on his face were still there, couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

However, feeling the power surging through his body, he became excited and quickly climbed out of the cauldron, heading towards a large tree.

Pingfan walked up to the big tree that was as thick as three people, raised his arm, and slapped the tree with his palm.

"Clap~"

With a simple palm strike on the trunk of the tree, the tree was sent flying more than ten meters away.

Looking back at the original location of the big tree, a large pit appeared before our eyes.

Looking at the scene before him, Pingfan could not hide his excitement.

When he struck the tree just now, it was only a light tap, it felt like he didn't even use one percent of his strength, yet he still knocked the tree away by its roots.

"cough~"

A soft cough interrupted Pingfan's excitement. He hurriedly turned to look at the old man, scratched the back of his head, and said.

"Senior, I'm too excited. Please forgive me."

Seeing Pingfan's state, the old man waved his hand and slowly said.

"You should have reached the peak of the tenth level of Body Tempering now. Next, you'll spend another month fighting demonic beasts."

Upon hearing this, Pingfan did not raise any further questions, but readily accepted the answer.

Seeing that Pingfan had no objection, the old man was not surprised, since Pingfan also understood the intention.

Just as the old man was about to turn and disappear, he heard Pingfan's somewhat uncertain words.

"Senior, you're helping this junior like this, don't you have any requests?"

Pingfan had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but at the beginning, he was only thinking about revenge.

Now that I've finished training my physique, I need to fight monsters for a month, so I have some free time to think about this problem.

He was a complete stranger to the old man, and this was a world of cultivation. According to the novels he had read, in such situations, it was usually either a case of possession or some other scheme.

However, the old man only told him that he could take revenge and then began to make him stronger, without mentioning what he needed to do after he took revenge.

This made Pingfan wonder: are all the masters in this world of cultivation so selfless?

This is obviously impossible, after all, he had just witnessed the cruelty of this world not long ago.

Upon hearing what Pingfan said, the old man hesitated slightly, then snorted disdainfully.

"Demands? Even if you successfully reach the highest level of body refinement, you're still an ant in my eyes. What do you think I would demand of an ant?"

Hearing the old man's merciless words, Pingfan's lips twitched involuntarily, and then he gave an awkward laugh.

"Senior is right, it was I who was presumptuous."

After saying that, Pingfan quickly turned around and fled the place, not wanting to see the old man's eyes looking at him like he was an ant.

He watched Pingfan's hurried escape and murmured to himself.

"Require?"

Suddenly, a figure flashed through the old man's mind, and a look of sorrow appeared in his eyes as he slowly spoke.

"Perhaps this young man can replace him."

After saying this, the old man looked in the direction Pingfan had left, and then his figure slowly disappeared.

Having escaped, Pingfan thought about what he had just said and wanted to slap himself.

That old man was already an immortal. Even if Pingfan eventually reached the highest realm of body refinement, he would only be equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator.

In the eyes of immortals, aren't Nascent Soul cultivators nothing more than ants? They're the kind of cultivators who can kill hundreds of Nascent Soul cultivators with just a glance.

With such terrifying strength, why would they need the help of a Nascent Soul cultivator?

After thinking it through, Pingfan shook his head with a wry smile and stopped thinking about it.

However, the thought of having to fight monsters for the next month made Pingfan feel melancholy again.

Those monster location markers that Pingfan made back then are probably no longer needed.

After all, he has now reached the peak of the tenth level of Body Tempering, which is equivalent to the strength of the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

If we were to go find those monsters again, they probably wouldn't be suitable for practice at all.

Thinking of this, Pingfan let out a bitter sigh and said.

"Looks like I need to re-tagged it again."

After saying that, Pingfan no longer hesitated and began to explore the dense forest.

After two days, Pingfan finally marked all the monsters suitable as opponents, and then rested and replenished his energy for a day.

The next day, after filling his stomach, Pingfan headed towards the spot he had marked.

Deep within this dense forest, between three great mountains, a bull demon dwells.

When Pingfan arrived, he did not immediately rush forward to fight, but hid in the shadows and quietly observed.

Upon discovering that there were no other demonic beasts nearby besides this bull demon, it revealed itself and walked towards the bull demon.

As soon as Pingfan stepped into the valley, the sleeping bull demon suddenly opened its copper bell-like eyes and looked at Pingfan approaching.

"roar~"

Upon seeing that it was a human, the bull demon stood up from its prone position, roared, pointed its two horns at Pingfan, and charged forward.

However, when Pingfan saw the charging bull demon, he did not panic. Instead, he stopped and raised his arms.

"Bang~"

The bull demon charged toward Pingfan, but when it was less than a meter away, Pingfan grabbed its horns with both hands, threw it backward, and sent it flying. It then crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"roar~"

The fallen bull demon seemed to feel no pain, immediately propped himself up, and charged towards Pingfan again.

This time, however, the bull demon no longer charged in a brute force; instead, as it charged, intense flames erupted from its body.

Seeing the bull demon charging like a fire ox, Pingfan was surprised but dared not be careless. He sidestepped and punched the bull demon.

"Bang~"

After the ordinary fist struck the bull demon, he did not feel a burning sensation. He was immediately delighted and looked at the bull demon flying backward, and laughed.

"You're unlucky to have met me today."