Xie Qingyun understood, but he did not immediately speak up to ask questions. That would have undermined an adept's dignity.
He merely looked at Liu Fuyu with hopeful eyes. Come on, kid!
The facts proved that since Liu Fuyu had dared to step forward and ask, he must have had something in mind. After hearing Feng Jun out, he respectfully said, "Thank you, Feng Adept, for clearing up my doubts. You mean that Thunder Arts can temper the body, but it's dangerous... Am I understanding correctly?"
Feng Jun understood as well. He raised a hand and slapped his forehead, speaking helplessly. "Kid, you're making trouble for me."
"I wouldn't dare, truly," Liu Fuyu replied with an ingratiating smile, then gave a bitter laugh. "I was only thinking that I can no longer advance even a single step. Does my foundation still matter?"
"Good!" Xie Qingyun clapped his hands. "This... Little Liu, right? Well done. Such resolve—you are worthy of being a disciple of my Voidwalk Peak."
Feng Jun gave him a helpless look. "Fellow Daoist Xie, let me tell you, what you're asking for is practically custom-made."
Kong Ziyi, standing nearby, understood as well. She hurriedly spoke up. "Fellow Daoist Feng, it is best to avoid needless killing where possible. You can follow the treatment and matching process."
The other two disappointed Qi Condensation disciples' eyes lit up at those words. ...Did they still have a chance?
Feng Jun thought about it. Kong Ziyi was indeed right. This did not really count as tailoring a technique specifically for someone—although he could do that too, it would undoubtedly take far too much of his time.
So he nodded. "Fine, I'll admit you're right. But think it through first. It isn't that I want to harm anyone. Whoever wants to accept the