To the extent that he completely absorbed all experiences related to organ tempering.

Let alone other grandmasters—even any martial saint, when it comes to understanding the organ tempering stage, probably wouldn’t match even a tenth of his comprehension.

A long while passed.

Ethan opened his eyes.

The branch representing the third stage of martial arts had already blossomed; it was just one or two steps away from bearing fruit.

“Although my progress in the third stage of martial arts isn’t yet complete, I have a feeling that I can now achieve full internal training, all the way to blood exchange and marrow cleansing. It’s just a matter of spending three to five years.”

As Ethan spoke, his tone paused: “No! I can be more aggressive. Relying on my experience, I can temper my internal organs in ways that seem extreme to ordinary people, greatly reducing the time needed to perfect my internal training. If I push even harder and use medicinal stimulation, the time could be shortened to within a year.”

Become a grandmaster in one year.

Become a martial saint in two.

“Besides…”

Ethan took a light breath, his lungs vibrating, the force within his body instantly condensing into a mass, and in the next moment, through his arm, his muscles and bones resonated as he struck out with a thunderous blow.

“Boom!”

A muffled sound exploded inside the house.

The air in front of his fist was directly blasted apart, forming a visible shockwave that swept in all directions.

Some small ornaments in the living room were sent flying and fell to the ground by the shockwave; even the curtains fluttered violently.

“Pill force.”

Ethan said.

External training of the physique, stretching tendons and bones, strengthening the lungs and viscera, blood exchange and marrow cleansing—these are the four levels of martial arts training.

They focus on strengthening the body and evolving the flesh.

Meanwhile, bright force, hidden force, transforming force, and pill force are the four levels of martial arts combat.

Only those who master pill force can condense their energy into a “pill,” and thus achieve blood exchange and marrow cleansing.

“So this is pill force.”

Ethan calmed his energy and blood.

After condensing energy into a pill and undergoing blood exchange and marrow cleansing, one can break through the limits of the human body and step into a whole new world, transcending the ordinary and entering sainthood.

Therefore, this realm is honored as Martial Saint.

Such a figure might not even be found in the entire Tian’nan Province.

Moreover…

“A martial saint can already break the limits of the human body—what comes next!?”

Martial God!?

Celestial!?

A fist that can suppress mountains and rivers?

Shattering the void?

Able to ride the clouds?

Immortality?

He didn’t know.

But…

Since there are demons and monsters, wouldn’t it be reasonable for him to become a personal immortal?

His mind lingered for a moment on the flower blooming on the branch of [Martial Arts].

“The Dao flower of the third stage of martial arts has already bloomed. With another ten or twenty percent progress, the third-stage grandmaster will be complete. I wonder what kind of Dao fruit will be produced then.”

When a stage is perfected, the branch will blossom and bear fruit.

Each Dao fruit can nurture a secret art for him.

The [Formless] of the warrior stage and the [Perception] of the martial master stage both came from this. “Ring ring ring.”

At this moment, the phone rang.

Ethan glanced at the caller ID on the screen.

Andrew Brooks.

In fact, if you looked at his call log, you’d see—

This number calls once every day.

As for his identity…

The original body’s father.

In theory, since he was reborn into this body, he should bear this karmic tie.

But this family…

How to put it, they’re really something else.

Every one of them is a character.

Plus, the “parents” have been divorced for over two years, and the relationships are extremely complicated, so he simply followed the original’s approach and ignored them.

The phone rang for a while, then quieted down.

But just as Ethan thought it was the usual daily call, the phone rang again.

And in the next few minutes, it rang six more times in a row.

It was clear that if he didn’t answer, the calls would keep coming.

During this time, not only did Andrew Brooks call, but someone named Grace Bolton also called.

And this person…

Was the original body’s mother.

Seeing the phone ring for the eighth time, it seemed something important really had happened, so he finally answered.

“A-Guang, you need to hide quickly…”

As soon as the call connected, Andrew Brooks’s worried voice came through.

But before he could finish, it seemed Grace Bolton snatched the phone away: “Ethan Brooks, what’s going on with you? I’ve called you so many times and you didn’t answer a single one? Are you getting bold now? You still…”

Ethan hung up, cutting off the scolding voice.

After ten seconds, the phone rang again, and he simply turned it off.

“Boring.”

Ethan tossed the phone onto the bed.

Hide?

No need to guess—it was just more trivial nonsense from the Su family.

However, this “Su family” didn’t refer to Andrew Brooks’s side.

It was his biological father Charles Brooks’s Su family.

He paid it no mind and went straight to the cultivation room, using the Tiger-Leopard Thunderclap Technique to temper his lungs and shake his marrow, hoping to achieve blood exchange and marrow cleansing as soon as possible, transcending the ordinary and entering sainthood.

Only this time…

Things were a bit different.

Less than an hour into cultivation, Ethan keenly sensed a small mechanism in the corridor being triggered.

He lifted his head.

With a tap of his toe, force surged, and he shot out of the cultivation room, landing on the open laptop in the study next door.

The screen was split into eight sections, and in one of the small windows, three agile figures were rapidly approaching.

“Demons?”

Ethan was a bit surprised.