Tempered into Steel

Ding Ping put down the huge rock, and looked at Ling Han with suspicion. This guy who was only older than him by a few years wanted to be his master? He said, "What can you teach me, and what can I learn?"

The first question was about Ling Han's ability, while the second was about Ding Ping's crippled Spirit Base—did any technique which he could learn exist?

Ling Han's face broke into a smile. He then walked to the side of that huge rock, stretched out a hand, and pa, easily lifted it up as if it wasn't a huge rock, but just a mass of cotton candy.

"Pu!" Ding Ping immediately widened his eyes and spew out the entire length of his tongue in shock.

Although he couldn't cultivate, the strength of his brute force could in fact surpass that of most of the adults in town, but even he couldn't just lift up such a huge rock single-handedly.

Ling Han casually tossed the huge rock up and down—he did so effortlessly.