"Damn nightmare."
Because of the nightmare’s interference, Lin Feng had no intention of continuing to sleep.
The feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to, and being woken up just after falling asleep, was more painful than insomnia.
Ah!
Sighing, Lin Feng shook his head helplessly. The situation had developed beyond his control, which made him feel a bit agitated and oppressed.
If he had known it would be like this, he might have chosen to give up refining the nightmare back then.
Lin Feng was confident that even without refining the nightmare, he could still beco a strong individual.
If on Awakening Day he had refined a Ninth Grade demon spirit, he could have joined an S-rank club, received a considerable signing bonus, and his future would be bright. There would be no need to worry so much, nor fear for his life.
His eldest sister wouldn’t need to worry about marriage, his family could happily move to a bigger house without going to bed early every day, living the life they dread of.
"Why think about so much? There’s no such thing as a regret redy in the world."
Forcefully shaking his head, Lin Feng cast out the unrealistic thoughts from his mind. His originally slightly dazed eyes imdiately beca determined.
It seed like he had a trace of regret, but if given another chance, Lin Feng would still choose to refine the nightmare.
After all, it’s a being that ranks in the top seven of the Exotic Beast Chart.
Such a level of demon spirit is rare and hard to co by.
Lin Feng aspired to be a genius!
In his previous life, Lin Feng was an Eighth Grade martial artist, also referred to as a Martial Arts Grandmaster.
But without the ability to refine demon spirits, he hadn’t truly entered the ranks of the strong.
Even in Jiang City, there were at least hundreds of people with greater comprehensive strength than him.
So even though he lived two lives, besides gaining so extra confidence and calmness, Lin Feng never arrogantly thought he was invincible.
In the eyes of others, even in his mother’s view, breaking through to the Seventh Rank of Body Cultivation at sixteen years old made his talent seem excellent.
But only Lin Feng understood that to stand out among his peers, he relied not on talent, but on effort and sweat.
His martial arts talent was actually quite ordinary, no better than Song of Solomon and Gao Hai.
To surpass others his age, he paid double the effort in training compared to his peers.
His childhood did not hold many fond mories.
His father’s decisive departure made him mature and understand the hardships and cruelty of life early on.
The only hope for changing his fate was the college entrance exam.
Now facing this exam, his training beca even crazier.
Not only did he train intensely at school, but he also compressed his sleep ti to five hours.
Moreover, the high-intensity training, without resources for support or body recovery, inevitably caused so hidden injuries in Lin Feng’s body.
In the Body Cultivation Realm, with each breakthrough, his qi and blood grew stronger, and his body more powerful, potentially healing hidden injuries. But it could also happen that before a breakthrough, hidden injuries could turn into disabilities.
To Lin Feng, cultivation was not just about securing a good future job, but a gamble with his life.
For his family and to change his fate, Lin Feng entered the gamble table long ago.
As soone with diocre aptitude, Lin Feng was acutely aware of the treatnt and resources geniuses from big families enjoyed.
Like Ye Qiu.
That Ye Qiu was born into a noble family, so money and resources ant little to him. Already a super genius, coupled with the backing of the Ye Clan, ant ordinary people like Lin Feng could only watch his back in silence.
Compared to the ancient Glory Race clans, even Ye Qiu would envy the treatnt they enjoyed.
Clan mbers from those families were bathed in Heaven and Earth Spirit Liquid prepared by elders from birth. If they showed talent, they had endless access to pills and demon beast blood and at.
They didn’t even need to participate in Awakening Day.
Because from the day they were born, their elders had already prepared the demon spirits they would refine in the future, be it Eighth Grade, Ninth Grade, or even Earth Chart level spirits, none were uncommon.
Even if given a chance to train again from scratch, Lin Feng had no confidence he could entirely surpass them.
Compared to those individuals, his only advantage was having mories of the next 21 years, which was his greatest wealth.
This ant that as long as he seized the opportunity, he could soar to the sky.
And the nightmare was his best chance to ascend!
Even though he understood the mortal danger in refining the nightmare, he couldn’t let go of such a once-in-a-lifeti opportunity.
This was just one reason; a more important reason was a concern deep in Lin Feng’s heart.
In 21 years, would that bloody massacre still occur?
Could it even co earlier?
Did that youth in white clothes return to the past, just like him?
Lin Feng could take his family away early to avoid the disaster.
But after all, it involved the lives of billions; he couldn’t just watch them be slaughtered.
So, by refining the nightmare, and relying on its innate abilities, perhaps his genius could alter the wheels of history.
Even if he couldn’t, he would at least be at peace with himself, no longer waking up in terror from dreams!
"Let’s begin cultivation." With clarity in mind, Lin Feng was no longer lost.
To him, the most important task now was to earn money, only then could he refine the nightmare.
At this hour, nearing one in the morning, making money wasn’t possible, so Lin Feng used the ti to cultivate.
The stronger the body, the more vigorous the qi and blood, increasing the chance of successfully refining the nightmare.
Lin Feng carefully moved his small bed to the corner, trying not to make a sound. His room was too small, less than seven square ters, making it impossible to stretch out.
Of course, on such a quiet night, Lin Feng had no intention of practicing punches.
In the Body Cultivation Realm, due to fragile ridians, practicing cultivation techniques is not possible. Therefore, whether ordinary people or wealthy’s scions, everyone uniformly practices the nationally issued Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques.
Lin Feng was no exception.
The Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques can be described as the greatest masterpiece of the martial arts resurgence.
It was the crystallization of wisdom from collaborations between countless martial arts experts and scientists, combining traditional martial arts with ancient yoga body techniques and human biology, day after day, through painstaking effort.
Without the appearance of the Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques, martial artists wouldn’t be able to truly proliferate, and humanity couldn’t survive the ravages of demon beasts.
The Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques is the foundation of martial arts, equivalent to Foundation Establishnt in ancient martial terms.
However, it is much simpler, safer, and more effective than ancient body refining techniques like ’Tiger Bone Demon Refining Fist’.
The Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques is widespread among every student. It’s neither easy nor difficult.
After all, it’s just thirty-six different movents.
The difficulty mainly lies in control!
Control of the body and the mind.
ntal control is key.
Practicing the Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques requires full concentration. The first ten movents are alright, but beyond the tenth, the ntal demands beco increasingly high. Any trace of distraction can lead to failure.
Controlling the movents isn’t rely about imitation; otherwise, any acrobat could achieve it, and elegant, standard poses are futile if ineffective.
To achieve body tempering results, perfect control of every movent is needed, with qi and blood circulation making each muscle and bone move rhythmically. This is the key to the success of the Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques.
In the center of the room, Lin Feng sat on the ground, performing various strange movents, such as supporting with both hands on the ground, kicking his right leg upwards like a scorpion, or twisting his body together, coiling like a snake...
So resembled ancient yoga; others were like primal beast postures. Every movent challenged the body’s limits.
As Lin Feng’s movents stretched, the seemingly ordinary motions exuded a charm. At the sa ti, his body fluctuated between hot and cold, with blood qi traversing inside, temples pulsating, and hot blood rushing, leaving him slightly dizzy.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Lin Feng could even hear his own heartbeat, steady and powerful.
anwhile, his skin began to tighten and solidify. All the muscles in his body moved wildly; every muscle fiber trembled, and all bones emitted crisp snapping and cracking sounds. His breathing slowed, and his internal organs felt like a furnace, constantly releasing heat.
"Huff huff..."
By the ti he reached the 27th movent, Lin Feng’s breathing turned rapid, brows furrowed, and his expression appeared painful. At this point, he trembled all over, his bare body turning red and emitting heat, with even steam rising.
If anyone witnessed this scene, they would be astonished.
In Jiangxin First Middle School, the strongest of the senior students could only perform up to the 14th movent of the Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques.
Reaching that level almost always corresponds to the Ninth Rank of Body Cultivation.
What does it an that Lin Feng could perform up to the 27th movent?
Note that at Jiangxin First Middle School, the martial arts teacher who taught the Thirty-Six Body Refining Techniques, a Second Grade martial artist, could only perform up to the 19th movent, and not with Lin Feng’s fluidity.
Yet Lin Feng was only at the Seventh Rank of Body Cultivation, an incredible feat.
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