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Days passed. The old man would teach Charcoal how to read and write in his spare time. He would then let Charcoal feed the poisonous bugs that he had raised. It was simple enough, he just mixed the poison grass with some unknown flesh and threw it into each hole.

There were a total of ten pits of varying sizes. Each of them were tall and shallow, and many poisonous insects were able to climb out. However, they were unable to climb out.

Charcoal was a newborn calf that was not afraid of tigers, nor had he ever seen these poisonous bugs before. Every day, he would pour a bucket of poison food for each of the old men. If these venomous bugs were to be exposed, they would all be life-threatening. Anyone who knew of them would scream in fear. However, because Charcoal had never seen anything, he did not feel any fear. He just felt disgusted.

At this time, the old man flew out and looked at Charcoal, who was lying on the ground, and a wave of anger arose. He raised his hand, and a wave of black flame came out of his palm and struck towards the young man's body.

In the depths of Charcoal's soul, the pair of glowing white eyes watched as the young man's soul emerged from the corpse and was burned into ashes.

"Humph, what a waste!" "My dog dares to hit me." The old man turned around and walked in front of Charcoal. He placed his left hand on Charcoal's chest and muttered a few words. The white light wrapped around Charcoal and flashed twice. As Charcoal's soul saw this, he began to recite a few ancient seal characters and a white light began to flow out from his hand. It seemed no different from the white light in the old man's hand.

"Whatever, I'll teach you some martial arts in the secular world. It'll be good for you to protect yourself in the future." Afterward, the old man brought Charcoal to a stone room. Many books were scattered inside, and the shelves were filled with all sorts of weapons used by martial artists.

The old man flipped through a few books and shook his head: "These are all so-called advanced martial arts. You, as a child, have no one to guide you through, so you won't be able to enter the door. I'm too lazy to study this trash. Alright, this is the Iron Skin Art. Having practiced it to the point of invulnerability, hahaha, the required medicinal herbs to cultivate it. Hehe, I will help you change it.

With that, the old man passed the incantation to Charcoal, teaching him the meaning of each sentence. The Five-Colored Soul quietly looked at those chants. Those words seemed to have a spirit, flashing, communicating with the soul. The soul nodded, and the chants themselves changed their order and reassembled together. In the end, a chant that was different from the original chant was created. This chant was deeply imprinted in Blackie's mind. He subconsciously followed the chant and began to cultivate under the old man's guidance.

"After that, the old man concocted a pool of black charcoal and threw it into the pond." "Take this bamboo tube and let your head sink down. Soak it for six hours every day and use the formula to breathe your luck." The old man ordered.

After which, the old man ignored Charcoal. Charcoal followed the formula given by his soul and started breathing in and out. Those potions were made from spirit herbs and venom, and they were more than a hundred times stronger than common herbs used by mortals. Coupled with the change in the formula, the martial arts cultivated by ordinary mortals had risen to the level of low-level body training.

The old man also had not expected that his unintentional act would result in such a monster. However, Charcoal's current cultivation level was still shallow. To a Foundation Establishment cultivator like the old man, he was still nothing more than an ant.

In the blink of an eye, three months passed, and Charcoal soaked itself in the medicinal pond every day. "One day, the old man was standing by the edge of the pond, watching Charcoal cultivate. He suddenly threw a poisonous snake into the pond. The poisonous snake struggled a little before it turned into a pile of bones." Tsk tsk, you're lucky that mortals can cultivate to the level of being immune to poisons and to ordinary people without getting any injuries. From now on, you can also feed my poisonous spirit creatures. It was much more useful than the puppets he had bought. It was not easy to obtain spirit stones. Each was more greedy than the last. "A rogue cultivator doesn't even have a place to train." The old man muttered to himself.

The old man seemed to like talking to himself. It seemed that he was living in too many residences. He was so bored that he was panicking. Charcoal didn't know what he was talking about. When the venomous snake's venom entered his body, it didn't cause any damage to his body. Instead, it was absorbed into his dantian.

Often, he would throw a few poisonous insects, poisonous snakes, centipedes, or the like into Charcoal's pond, as if he was playing around. Sometimes, he would accidentally throw the wrong poisonous bugs, and the old man's heart would ache for him for a long time.

Luckily, Charcoal seemed fine. In fact, if the body couldn't absorb the poison, it would be absorbed by the soul into the Sea of Consciousness, turning it into poisonous fog and then merging with the magic cloud surrounding the soul.

After a few more months, Charcoal's iron hide had reached the small success stage. He did not need any more potions because his physique had already changed. From now on, all he needed to do was practice those simple and crude moves. The old man used his dagger to scratch Charcoal's arm a few times, but it did not leave any obvious marks. He then lightly patted Charcoal's chest and back a few times. " "En, not bad. Ordinary weapons should not be able to harm you." The old man said in satisfaction.

"This old man has to go out for a long time, other than my bedroom and the pharmacy, you can't enter, of course you can't enter either, other places you can go in and out freely, you have to feed the Spirit Insects on time, otherwise, they will kill each other, you have to remember to fertilize the medicine garden, you have to eat the fruits of your own herb garden, and remember to only eat the White Fruit, don't touch anything else." "Don't even think about jumping off the cliff to escape. Even though you have an iron body, you will still die from the fall." Saying this, the old man flew out.