Chapter 2758: Why is there no sound?

Another defeat left the Iron Peak Tribe with no remaining opposition voices.

After all, if things keep going like this, when will we ever get to eat? Those Tree Ghosts in the Black Mist Forest are practically heaven's chosen ones.

So when the appointed time arrived, several Iron Peak Tribe members went to the place agreed upon with the Human Race, saw the Human cultivators already waiting there, and without further ado went straight to the point.

"We can teach you the Barbarian God Tribe's Xiūliàn method, but only the basic Xiūliàn method; how much you learn and whether you can persist depends on your own ability."

Hearing this, the Human cultivators present showed no hesitation and immediately nodded in agreement.

Good.

Obviously everyone had already received the notice, and were mentally prepared for this outcome.

Naturally, no one would teach you their bottom‑box treasures; this is true for anyone.

Being able to learn some of the Barbarian God Tribe's basic Xiūliàn method is already the goal of everyone.

Moreover, as one of the strongest tribes of the Barbarian God Tribe, the Iron Peak Tribe's grasped basic Xiūliàn method certainly far surpasses that of ordinary tribes like the Flame Martial Tribe.

So before coming, the Human cultivators had already steeled themselves; this time they must learn this Xiūliàn method no matter what and maximize their own improvement.

For no other reason, everyone just wants to eat; it's been several days.

During this period, it's not that no one went to ask Ye Zhangqing, but they never even saw him.

In short, rules are rules, and you proposed them yourselves.

Being in the wrong, there was nothing to do but prove oneself with real skill and speak through genuine ability.

Thus, increasing strength has become an urgent matter.

Seeing the Human cultivators, each with eyes flashing excitedly, several Iron Peak Tribe representatives couldn't help but be taken aback.

What's with these Humans? It's just plain cultivation, yet they act as if they're fighting to the death.

Not understanding what these Humans are thinking, but since there's no problem, the Iron Peak Tribe members are naturally satisfied.

Without further ado, they immediately began teaching the Iron Peak Tribe's Smelting Furnace Method.

As one of the basic Xiūliàn methods mastered by the Iron Peak Tribe, the Smelting Furnace Method is actually not that difficult.

However, while grasping it and getting started is easy, persisting and seeing results is not simple.

Even among the Iron Peak Tribe's own members, many know the Smelting Furnace Method, but few truly cultivate with it, and none have reached a high level.

The reason is simple: they cannot persist.

So how effective this will ultimately be depends on the Human Race's own ability—whether they can endure the pain of using their bodies as the furnace.

This pain cannot be described; even those who boast of being iron‑clad men often, upon first contacting the Smelting Furnace Method, cry out in agony, wishing for death.

Even if they endure the initial stage, later on it remains the same.

The pain does not weaken with cultivation; on the contrary, it grows stronger.

But where there are drawbacks, there are benefits; despite how the Smelting Furnace Method torments people, its effects are immediate.

Put simply, if you can endure it, you will feel your own progress—this progress is bought with inhuman torment.

The process of teaching the Smelting Furnace Method is not complicated; the Human cultivators present are all renowned experts in Beyond the Heavens.

Comprehension and talent go without saying; they may not match the innate spirits of the Barbarian God Tribe, but within the Human Race, who wasn't a heavenly pride in their youth?

So mastering this inherently not‑difficult Smelting Furnace Method is easy, completely pressure‑free.

However, this is merely the first step; what comes next is the crux, the key to success or failure.

Seeing the leader of the Iron Peak Tribe notice that everyone had grasped the essentials of the Smelting Furnace Method's Xiūliàn, he calmly spoke up.

"Everyone has learned the Smelting Furnace Method; we can now begin Xiūliàn."

As he spoke, a flicker of schadenfreude crossed his eye.

As if he had already foreseen the wails that would soon rise and fall throughout the space.

After all, cultivating the Smelting Furnace Method will inevitably produce such a scene.

Upon hearing this, the Human cultivators merely nodded silently, then assumed their positions and began Xiūliàn.

Just as they entered the Xiūliàn state, after taking a single breath, their chests felt as if a short dagger had been viciously thrust in, a piercing pain.

Moreover, this pain occurs with every breath, each time more intense than the last.

It feels as if someone keeps stabbing them, each blade aimed at the chest.

That sensation is simply maddening, making one wish for death.

But in the blink of an eye, every Human cultivator's forehead was drenched in layers of cold sweat, and their backs were instantly soaked.

This pain is a soul‑deep agony.

Their cultivation does nothing to lessen this pain in the slightest.

Under such extreme pain, people can't help but want to cry out and stop Xiūliàn to catch a proper breath.

But the Human cultivators merely clenched their teeth, showing no intention to stop.

All they thought about was one thing.

"I want to eat."

Having steeled themselves, going these days without food is completely unlike the Human Race's nature.

Unless Ye Zhangqing is absent, there has never been a meal without their bowl of rice.

This defeat was so thorough that everyone felt ten thousand kinds of unwillingness.

"Today, even if I risk my old life, I will master the Smelting Furnace Method and eat that bowl of rice."

Zhao Tianqing, already drenched in cold sweat, felt his teeth about to shatter, yet his movements showed no sign of stopping; the two words 'eat rice' were etched into his bones like an obsession.

As for the other Human cultivators, their thoughts were much the same—they were risking their lives to eat that mouthful of rice.

For a moment, the imagined wails rising and falling throughout the space did not appear; instead, there was utter silence.

The space was so quiet that even the sound of grinding teeth could be heard clearly.

Such eerie silence left several Iron Peak Tribe members dumbfounded.

Each one frowned tightly, speaking doubtfully.

「What's going on? These guys didn't practice right? Why is there no sound? 」

「I checked and there's no problem; every movement is correct, not off in the slightest. 」

「That's impossible; the pain from the Smelting Furnace Method hasn't even surfaced yet? 」

「You wish! When we practiced the Smelting Furnace Method back then, the pain came as soon as we got into stance. 」

「Then what's the deal with these Human Race people? 」