Minor Mastery of the Cultivation Technique
"Sir, are you all right?" Xuan Chen looked at him and couldn't help asking.
Bi Fan lay sprawled on the ground, his face deathly pale as he struggled to breathe, each breath cautious and shallow. The intense pain radiating from every inch of his body left him afraid to even take a deep breath.
If he hadn't used his spiritual power at the critical moment to hold back the explosion of all the lightning inside the Inner Core—and if he hadn't cultivated the Dragon God Body—he might have truly been caught off guard and capsized in the gutter.
Fortunately, though the danger had been extreme, he had managed to pull through in the end.
"I'm fine..." he called weakly. "Xuan Chen..."
"Yes!" Xuan Chen immediately answered. "What are your orders, sir?"
"Now... can I use the lightning... cough, cough... to cultivate Lightning Form Transformation?" Bi Fan managed to lift his head, his voice barely audible.
Fortunately, he and Xuan Chen were connected through their spirits. Otherwise, Xuan Chen wouldn't have been able to make out his mumbling at all. He gave a wry smile and nodded. "You can. There's enough lightning left in your body to use. But cultivating in your current condition doesn't seem very wise."
"But if the lightning... disappears, then I... didn't I take that lightning strike for nothing?" Bi Fan looked at him and forced a weak smile, speaking with some helplessness.
Xuan Chen sighed silently. That was true. Lightning Form Transformation required the power of thunder and lightning to cultivate; the technique could only be practiced while that power remained in the body.
If the lightning had come amid a rainstorm, Bi Fan could naturally have chosen whether to take it in, giving himself time to recover.
But now,