One week later.
In front of Agarwood Temple.
From the foot of the mountain to the temple gate, on both sides of the stone steps along the way, there are guards stationed every few steps.
Inside the temple gate, in the backyard.
Zhang Rongfang stood shirtless as several strong men wielded logs, striking his chest, abdomen, and back with all their might.
Amid the thumping sounds.
Oil and sweat splattered from his body from time to time.
Zhang Rongfang stood in the center with his eyes closed, his long hair tied up, and his entire body had noticeably changed compared to a few days ago.
If his skin was a bronze color before, now his entire body had subtly turned a shade of ivory white.
It wasn't the pale of avoiding the sun for too long, but a soft ivory-like hue.
At this moment, he allowed the men to beat him while he concentrated on the stats in his vision.
In the status bar.
A row of new martial arts had already emerged.
'Iron Cloth - Third Layer (Initiate).'
