Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave

Zen poured a vat of cold water over himself and watched the milky impurities flow along the water as it hit the ground.

Since he had reached the bone refining level, his flesh had no impurities left to remove. The milky white pollutants that were being washed out were being expelled from his bones.

Zen closed his eyes and relished how refreshed his body felt after washing away all the impurities.

Ever since he beat Darren, the steward had not come to Zen's cell. This lack of supervision meant that Zen had more freedom.

Every evening, Zen leaned his iron bed against the cellar wall and then used layers of batt to wrap the bed frame to make a simple practice stake.

Since he placed the bed frame close to the cellar's stone wall, most of the power from his fists were absorbed by the thick wall. Zen had taken the precaution of wrapping the bed frame in cotton so that the sound of his fist hitting the iron frame was reduced to a minimum. Since he was in a cellar far from the main buildings, no one could hear that he was secretly practicing.

He began his practice by using the 'Purple Light Fist', which had been inherited by the Luo Clan hundreds of years ago. Today, it was a lost knowledge, and only a handful of people knew its secrets. Even the collateral relatives of the Luo Clan did not get the opportunity to learn the secrets of the Purple Light Fist.

A smirk played on Zen's lips. Since reaching the bone refining level, the complicated techniques of the Purple Light Fist were not as challenging as before. As he had been unable to practice for these past two years, he knew he would still find it demanding. However, with his new-found powers, he could now play and deconstruct at will.

"Purple Fist Strength!"

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Seven muffled sounds echoed through Zen's otherwise quiet cell.

part of Purple Light Fist. Each punch was capable of causing

that this punch had caused seven injuries. Zen was not satisfied

However, Zen could only cause seven serious injuries even though he was at the same level as his father. His understanding of the Purple Fist Strength was not impressive enough. Obviously, he needed to

punch hit the top of the batt, only muffled sounds

and strength had grown immensely since he reached the

level. Thus, the strength of

estimated that his boxing strength was about 700 to 800 pounds.

was insufficient to

to enter Cloud

stone when he thought about his sister who had been banished to Hell mountain.

had always been obedient and well-behaved. It was impossible for her to be a troublemaker. She must have been set up to earn such a terrible punishment. Zen needed to enter Cloud Sect as soon as possible. This was the only way

The strength with which Zen lashed out

martial arts school in the Imperial Capital. They recruited many students on a wide scale every

only did it have the best resources, but the Sect also had the most experienced

admitted into Cloud Sect were

to be very talented, like

were very strong. They were better than other children

is changing day-by-day. But if