The martial art Zongshou employed at this moment was neither a corporeal cultivation technique nor something he had devised himself.

It was an ancient boxing method that had already spread widely since the Yunhuang era, known as "Luan Pifeng Quan." The chaotic whirl of punches resembled flapping cloaks, hence its name.

As he slightly modified his movements now, the water below the pool began to boil, creating countless interwoven surges and currents.

Zongshou stood at the very center of this vortex, feeling a centrifugal force attempting to lift him from the stone surface beneath. Countless undercurrents collided with him from all directions - fierce and relentless, far surpassing previous intensity. Each current now carried power exceeding twenty thousand jin.

Zongshou's eyes gleamed slightly as excitement stirred his spirit. The boxing style began transforming while still centered on Luan Pifeng Quan fundamentals, but now incorporated abrupt strikes with fists clenched to the forearm, shoulder collisions, kicks, knee thrusts and headbutts. Every inch of his body became a weapon shattering those currents one by one!

When he couldn't respond in time, he would simply let his chest muscles take the brunt, making the pool bottom tremble even more violently.

The meridians within his body reignited with searing intensity, akin to volcanic magma surging through his form.

Even without relying on Yanghuo Nuanshen Dan (Yang Fire Warm Body Pill), he felt unbearable heat coursing through him as if flames were about to erupt from every pore.

With each punch thrown and current shattered, his tendons and bones vibrated violently throughout his body.

At the climax of Luan Pifeng Quan techniques, two opposing forces emerged in the underwater vortex - a tearing force surrounding him combined with an enormous compressive force converging toward the center point.

Over time, cracks began appearing on Zongshou's skin while his limbs and internal organs were nearly pulverized under this pressure.

Yet he felt even more exhilarated as he slightly controlled the speed of Luan Pifeng Quan techniques - maintaining the vortex without letting it expand further.

The physical conditioning effect now exceeded previous dantian cultivation methods by almost tenfold!

"There are countless corporeal training techniques in the world, with dozens reaching peak mastery levels," Zongshou mused triumphantly as he stood at the vortex's heart. "Every inch of my flesh - every muscle and bone - is being ground and compressed without exception."

The most refined corporeal cultivation methods combined with specialized herbs still couldn't match his current conditioning results!

Even perfect techniques left vulnerabilities due to incomplete coverage, but his secret method truly had no flaws. To put it bluntly, even the most delicate parts received equal training.

Only his former self's brilliant mind could have devised this method - forcibly breaking through the celestial human barrier!

This technique was indeed extreme and required equally extreme practitioners. One needed to control water flow changes within a hundred-foot radius with every punch while enduring excruciating grinding pain without distraction.

Only those with extraordinary talent and profound martial understanding could achieve it.

Without prior immersion into "Shenhuan" game's virtual world where he first grasped the essence of martial arts, Zongshou from his past life would have never succeeded. Even then, he endured countless failures and near-fatal injuries before mastering water flow control to perfect this vortex conditioning method - a unique technique no one else could replicate!

After about two hours, the lake bottom returned to calm as Zongshou ceased his punches.

Not because his body couldn't continue but due to exhausted internal energy from extreme exertion. Before surfacing however, he dived deeper and grabbed several white-shimmering objects before ascending.

The moment reaching surface water, a sudden gush of blood erupted from Zongshou's mouth.

While his five vital organs endured immense pressure inside the vortex, they adapted rather than suffered damage under his precise control. But this abrupt removal of external pressure caused internal organ shock, leading to blood coughing.

Unconcerned, he activated inner power and tensed muscles. Without throwing a punch, he already sensed his body's strengthening.

"This single night's training increased my strength by three hundred jin - tenfold compared to previous underwater sessions! All my meridians are now more resilient," Zongshou mused joyfully as his cultivation speed promised possible breakthrough within three months and four days.

Focusing inward, he began searching for other major acupoints in the outer wheel pulse system. After intense exertion when meridians were highly stimulated by violent vibrations, channeling was easier.

Just when he concentrated internally scanning his body, Zongshou suddenly sensed an anomaly - "Wait... someone's inside this pool?"

Opening his eyes, he stared at a breathtaking sight: two naked sirens swimming in the black water. Their upper bodies revealed snow-white skin and lustrous dark hair that shimmered with wet allure. Both displayed youthful vitality through their beautiful faces identical to twin sisters carved from porcelain. One bore traces of inner strength while the other exuded innocence - both now staring at him with startled expressions, their smiles frozen mid-motion.

Zongshou blinked in confusion before examining them closely, his eyes lingering on their ivory-white upper bodies before realizing something strange.

Millennia ago when Wushen Lake existed, venomous mosquitoes still inhabited it. This area remained devoid of creatures above the fourth cultivation level and rarely visited by humans - especially near the mosquito hibernation zone where a hundred miles along shore showed no signs of civilization. The nearest city lay two hundred li away from the lake.

Only later would this region become human territory, establishing dozens of major cities around Wushen Lake.

Why were these girls here now at precisely his chosen island?

Before he could ponder further, twin screams nearly shattered his eardrums as two white figures dashed toward shore with lightning speed, snatching clothes before vanishing into bamboo groves.

But suddenly came a silver-toned shout: "You despicable pervert! Take this!"

A colorful-robed girl burst from the bamboo in a single leap, her sword flashing toward the pool.

Zongshou's eyes glimmered coldly. His physical energy and spirit were indeed depleted after training, yet with his Liantou Linggu armor intact, he had no fear of an eight-meridian martial artist like this girl.

However before the sword could strike, a startled cry rang out: "Fang stop! He can't be harmed!"

Then a purple-clad figure appeared behind her, grabbing the girl's leg to halt her charge. The swordswoman struggled briefly but ultimately gave up as a soft 'ripping' sound echoed.

At that instant, both girls and Zongshou froze as the colorful robe's lower portion tore completely - revealing smooth round thighs and a subtle curve at center point.

Zongshou's extraordinary vision (capable of seeing clearly within several li) caught every detail from his perfect forty-five degree viewing angle.

A resounding splash followed as the swordswoman plunged back into water, her face first paling then turning crimson. After another scream, she fled in panic toward bamboo groves once more.

Left standing was the purpler-robed girl - the one with innocent expressions - clutching a torn dress piece while awkwardly smiling at him.

Zongshou rolled his eyes and continued lying like a corpse on water surface.

How could life possibly endure this? Was he cursed to endless romantic entanglements?

Earlier encounters with Xuan Yuan Yiren were bad enough. How did such beautiful naked sirens appear here in this remote island?

Unbeknownst to him, his current vitality state made resisting temptation difficult...

Though not an upright gentleman by any means in past life, he had never committed base deeds. Yet within just over a month's time across this rebirth path, being called a pervert twice was truly ironic.

The purple-robed girl scratched her head in frustration, unsure how to address him when suddenly...

The swordswoman reemerged once more, still gripping her weapon with furious determination.

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