Every inch of his skin was perfect; he couldn’t find anywhere suitable for an experiment...

In the end, he settled on his palm.

He stretched out his left hand, palm up, and slowly gathered his spiritual power.

This time, he quickly gathered fifty percent of his spiritual power—nothing happened.

When the spiritual power reached sixty percent, his palm began to glow. At seventy percent, his palm started to feel hot.

It seemed the skin’s endurance was a bit stronger than hair.

Having a palm with a built-in heating function...

Life would be much more comfortable...

Henry Thompson thought about how, when traveling, he’d inevitably have to eat dry rations. Cold food wasn’t good for the stomach, and there often weren’t conditions for heating it up. With a hand like this, he could save himself a lot of trouble.

When he withdrew his spiritual power, he suddenly noticed that the area where the power had gathered looked a bit different from the surrounding skin.

It wasn’t very obvious on his palm, so he tried it on another part of his body.

Sure enough, the area where spiritual power had briefly gathered became even fairer after the power dispersed.

Although his skin was already fair, now it had lost its rosy hue and gained a lustrous, porcelain-like quality. It looked especially dazzling and felt even smoother to the touch.

This was an unexpected change.

He quickly used spiritual power to refine his entire left hand, then began the most nerve-wracking part.

He gripped the iron sword with his left hand and gave it a gentle swipe.

There was a soft hiss.

He didn’t feel any pain. When he opened his hand, he saw only a faint white scratch, which quickly disappeared.

Impervious to blades and spears!

Henry Thompson smiled slightly.

He succeeded even faster than he’d imagined.

It seemed spiritual power might be a bit more formidable than inner strength.

The Iron Shirt technique, which normally took thirty days to master, he had managed to condense in an instant.

Moreover, the Iron Shirt had a fatal flaw: some parts of the body couldn’t exert force, so those areas couldn’t be protected by inner strength, making them deadly weak points for practitioners.

There were many stories in the martial world of fighters whose weak spots were discovered, leading to the downfall of their techniques.

But Henry Thompson’s spiritual power could gather anywhere he wished—even every single strand of hair could receive top-tier care if he wanted.

In other words, his Iron Shirt had no weak points; it was the ultimate Iron Shirt!

Still, Henry Thompson reminded himself not to get arrogant.

He knew that being impervious to blades and spears came with conditions.

That demon-slaying sword, without spiritual power, was just ordinary iron—any blacksmith in town could sell one for two taels of silver.

If a martial arts master wielded a peerless blade, or a sword cultivator controlled a magical flying sword...

They could easily pierce his body.

So, for now, he just had a little more life-saving capital—he still needed to train diligently.

With that, he began his meticulous path of strengthening.

Every inch of bone, flesh, and skin on his body was carefully refined by gathering spiritual power.

In just one afternoon, Henry Thompson felt as if he’d been reborn; his whole body felt much lighter and more agile.

If he could look in a mirror right now, he’d probably notice an even bigger difference.

Sitting still, he looked just like a flawless porcelain statue, with only his eyes shining with a brilliant light.

Even his looks had improved by three points.

Don’t underestimate those three points.

If Henry Thompson’s attractiveness was already ten thousand, adding three more would only make it ten thousand and three—not much of a difference. But if someone like David Parker, whose attractiveness was only five, gained three more, it would be a qualitative leap.

“Iron Shirt really deserves its reputation as a famous technique,” Henry Thompson sighed sincerely.

He’d originally thought Iron Shirt was just a common martial arts technique, at best giving him a bit more resistance to blows—nothing too impressive.

But now, after mastering it and feeling it carefully, the enhancements it brought were comprehensive. Not only was he impervious to blades and spears, but it also felt like all the impurities in his body had been cleansed—almost like a complete transformation!

Our Iron Shirt is truly amazing!

Of course.

If the founder of Iron Shirt heard this, he’d probably jump out of his coffin and shout, “What did I do to deserve this?”

Other people’s Iron Shirt doesn’t work! Only your Iron Shirt does!

Chapter 12: The Girl Knows the Karate Chop

The next day, David Parker came again to the gate of Deyun Temple.

This surprised Henry Thompson a little.

He glanced at David Parker’s lower body, wondering if something was wrong with him, and if he wanted to donate his bell-ringing money for incense in hopes of getting his money’s worth back.

David Parker’s worried expression only confirmed his suspicion.

If there was a case in town, Chief Parker wouldn’t be worried—he only worried about his own family matters.

But Henry Thompson was actually wrong this time.

There really was a case in town, but David Parker was indeed worried about his own family.

“Daoist Li, why am I so unlucky?” David Parker’s ugly face was almost wrinkled into a bun.

“The new county magistrate just took office, and I spent several days getting everything in order ahead of time, just to make a good impression. Who would have thought that only two days after the Xue family tragedy, another major murder would happen? And from the looks of it, it seems to be the work of a vengeful spirit again.”