From Cellar to Throne: Zen's Quest for Immortality
Chapter 11 Efforts (Part One)

Zen poured a vat of cold water over himself and watched the milky impurities flow along the wateras it hit the ground.

Since he had reached the bone refining level, his flesh had no impurities left to remove. The milkywhite pollutants that were being washed out were being expelled from his bones.

Zen closed his eyes and relished how refreshed his body felt after washing away all the impurities.Ever since he beat Darren, the steward had not come to Zen's cell. This lack of supervision meantthat Zen had more freedom.

Every evening, Zen leaned his iron bed against the cellar wall and then used layers of batt to wrapthe bed frame to make a simple practice stake.

Since he placed the bed frame close to the cellar's stone wall, most of the power from his fists wereabsorbed by the thick wall. Zen had taken the precaution of wrapping the bed frame in cotton sothat the sound of his fist hitting the iron frame was reduced to a minimum. Since he was in a cellarfar from the main buildings, no one could hear that he was secretly practicing.

He began his practice by using the Purple Light Fist’, which had been inherited by the Luo Clanhundreds of years ago. Today, it was a lost knowledge, and only a handful of people knew itssecrets. Even the collateral relatives of the Luo Clan did not get the opportunity to learn the secretsof the Purple Light Fist.

A smirk played on Zen's lips. Since reaching the bone refining level, the complicated techniques ofthe Purple Light Fist were not as challenging as before. As he had been unable to practice for thesepast two years, he knew he would still replace it demanding. However, with his new-found powers, hecould now play and deconstruct at will.

"Purple Fist Strength!"

However, the prerequisites for being admitted into Cloud Sect were extremely strict.

Each student there needed to be very talented, like Yan, who had been easily admitted.

Needless to say, most students at Cloud Sect were very strong. They were better than other childrenin every way possible. Zen's feat of reaching the bone refining level was just not enough.

'l am now being refined. My body level is changing day-by-day. But if I want to upgrade rapidly, Ineed to practice harder!"

At this thought, Zen gritted his teeth and threw a hard punch at the bed frame.

Ever since he was a young boy, Zen had desired perfecting the ultimate martial arts. His pursuit ofthis form had molded him into a conscientious and meticulous teenager. He had improved step-by-step. When alive, Zen's father had praised him for his perseverance.

But ever since the death of his father and his banishment from the Luo Clan, Zen as a slave, hadstalled in his growth. Not only did he have few chances to practice, but his mood had also beengreatly affected.

But now, Zen had regained his confidence. He also had new goals. Now was the right time for himto catch up.

He didn't sleep the whole night.

Zen lost count of how many punches he had thrown at the bed frame. But he could see that theimpact of his boxing had been such that the batt was now attached to the wall. He had to pry thecotton away and pull it apart gently.

During the daytime, he became more active in his pursuit of continuous refining.

In order to practice as much as possible, Zen walked to the Martial Arts Hall every day, even thoughthe guards no longer came to fetch him.

He volunteered for the Luo children to beat him. This was undoubtedly a risky step as people mightlearn the truth.

After all, he was now being beaten more often and more severely than the other slaves. However, helacked the tell-tale injuries on his body. This would definitely attract questions to which Zen had noanswers.

Regardless, Zen continued. He had decided not to care too much about possible outcomes. Heknew he needed to be beaten extensively in order to refine his body as soon as possible. Otherwise,he would not be able to enhance his strength within a short time.

Some Luo children did replace Zen's behavior to be strange. They also frowned when they saw howbadly he was being beaten. Despite the situation, Zen's demeanor seemed cheerful, which wascontrary to how slaves usually behaved. Instead, he seemed as confident as any of the Luo children,almost as if he were beating other people!O