World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1089 - 493: Cultivation at lightning speed! Secret meeting with the Chieftain’s daughter!_2

Chapter 1089: 493: Cultivation at lightning speed! Secret meeting with the Chieftain’s daughter!_2

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At five o’clock the next morning, the sky was still dark when Dina woke Lanling, holding a whip in her hand as usual.

Lanling embarked on yet another day of hellish trials.

Today’s lead weights on his body had reached 410 pounds, and the deadwood sword in his hand weighed 400 pounds, bringing his total burden to 810 pounds.

In short, there was absolutely no room for relaxation—his physical limits were constantly being pushed to the edge.

"Run, run, run..." Dina commanded, cracking the whip against the ground to urge Lanling forward.

At this hour, the soldiers of the Foreign Tribe Army were supposed to be asleep.

But many got up early just to witness the scene, pointing at Lanling and laughing heartily.

Of course, the laughter bore no malice.

"Did you hear? That’s the Chieftain’s nephew, his actual nephew."

"Really? Doesn’t look like it—you’d think he’s prettier than a woman."

"Look closely, you’ll see the resemblance."

"Word is, the Chieftain thinks his martial skills are weak and would drag us down, so he ordered Dina, the Third Commander, to train him rigorously."

"That poor guy! Dina is famously ruthless."

"Not necessarily true—just look at that pretty face. Any woman would be smitten. Maybe Dina’s already got a soft spot for him."

"Watch your mouth, watch your mouth! Want to get hit with a stick? Everyone knows Du Yan’s feelings toward Dina."

"Sigh, with skin that delicate, no amount of training will help. Besides, if you can’t eat properly, where would you even get the energy?"

"As if he’d ever stand a chance against Du Yan? No way—their martial skills and statuses are worlds apart."

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Amid the chatter, Lanling ran out of the tribe.

At the 2,300-meter mark, Lanling’s body hit its first limit.

Then, a surge of powerful energy emerged from his bloodline and coursed through every corner of his body, completing the day’s first tempering of his muscles and bones.

The second painful limit arrived at the 3,900-meter mark.

Next came uphill climbing; it seemed that every 1,000 meters of mountain road pushed his body to another grueling limit.

The pain at each limit was beyond description.

It felt as though he carried a mountain on his back, his vision clouded in darkness, dizziness overwhelming him, while his muscles felt like they were filled with cement—every movement brought excruciating, tearing agony.

For many, this torment would be worse than dying.

Luckily for Lanling, he had a heaven-defying bloodline; for other Demon Clan People, this kind of dreadful training would likely result in death.

Because the Foreign Tribe Army was too impoverished to afford medicinal baths to temper muscles and bones, or blood baths from beasts, they resorted to this raw and direct method.

Reaching the mountain peak, Lanling’s body had endured seven painful limits, completing secondary bloodline tempering to transform its power into physical strength.

However, rest was not an option at this point—he still had to perform 1,500 sword strikes.

This day’s sword weighed 400 pounds, and with Lanling carrying 610 pounds overall, wielding the sword with both hands appeared deceptively effortless.

But on Earth, this would be equivalent to a normal man swinging a 40-50-pound sword, with an additional 40-50-pound load on his body.

Each strike had to exert maximum force, enough to make Dina feel its impact for it to qualify as a pass.

After completing the 1,500 strikes, Lanling’s body reached painful limits three more times, his bloodline energy surging thrice to temper his muscles and bones.

With half the day’s hellish trial behind him, his body had achieved ten rounds of tempering—one more than the previous day.

What followed was Lanling’s most joyous activity of the day: hunting and blood-drinking!

This was also the moment Dina found herself shocked yet again.

Hunting was an exceptionally lengthy and arduous task.

First, one needed to locate prey. Secondly, in this world, magical beasts were incredibly swift, often outpacing humans to escape like lightning after being spotted.

However, Lanling had an extraordinary spiritual power—he merely needed to close his eyes to sense movements within hundreds of meters, even possessing inner vision.

Most terrifyingly, he could mentally lock onto certain prey, immobilizing them and waiting for Lanling to capture them.

Every time Dina saw ferocious beasts obediently standing still, even stretching out their necks for Lanling to drain their blood, she was utterly flabbergasted.

One time, Dina couldn’t resist asking, "Can you immobilize me too?"

Lanling replied no, but said he probably could soon.

As a result, there were virtually no beasts left in the vicinity of the tribe within a ten-mile radius—they had already been hunted clean.

Yet every day Lanling still returned with significant harvests.

Lanling drank blood, while Dina took the meat.

Later, when time permitted, Lanling expanded his repertoire by not just hunting fierce creatures like wolves but also capturing deer and rabbits—smaller beasts with delectable meat.

He would then carve out the tenderest cuts, rub them with salt, forage wild herbs from the forest, and roast the meat over a fire for Dina.

At first, Dina refused, insisting that the Foreign Tribe Army was egalitarian—everyone ate the same amount, no special privileges.

Lanling didn’t argue—he simply pinched her mouth open and stuffed roasted meat inside.

From then on, she couldn’t stop, her eyes sparkling with delight as she devoured the food, especially addicted to the spicy kick of the meat.

In the years she spent with the Foreign Tribe Army, their food had always been dreadful, with no hint of culinary refinement. Simply filling their stomachs was a blessing, let alone experiencing delicious flavors.

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