At dawn, as the morning sun rose, it gilded Beichen Martial University with a rim of gold.
Lin Feng awoke from meditation. The pale golden lightning circulating around his body slowly withdrew, and the phantom of "Thunder Armor" covering his vital areas faded away as well.
After a night of consolidation, his control over the newly formed Thunder Armor had grown increasingly refined. The true energy within him had also become more condensed and domineering through cultivating the Nine Heavens Thunder God Body.
Although his cultivation was still at the peak of the Middle Stage Martial Artist realm, he could clearly feel that his true combat strength—especially his defense and endurance in prolonged battle—had undergone earth-shaking changes.
"Resources are being consumed too quickly."
Lin Feng checked his storage bag. Of the thirty Low-grade Spirit Crystals and three bottles of Thunder Condensing Pills he had received yesterday, more than half had already been consumed by the terrifying demands of cultivating the Nine Heavens Thunder God Body.
If one wished to charge ahead on the martial path, resources were an indispensable foundation.
He rose and headed straight for the Mission Hall at the boundary between the Thunder Institute and the Outer Court.
The Mission Hall was far grander and noisier than the Affairs Hall.
A massive light screen hung upon the hall wall, countless task listings flowing and refreshing across it like a running stream.
The hall teemed with people. Disciples from every institute moved through it, accepting and handing in tasks. Conversation, discussion, and bargaining rang out without end, filling the place with vitality and competition.
The tasks displayed on the light screen came in every variety, from the simplest cleaning and tending medicinal gardens, to hunting specific demonic beasts and gathering rare ores, to escorting merchant caravans and exploring ruins.