Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining

"Damn Nightmare."

Because of Nightmare's interference, Lin Feng had no intention of going back to sleep.

That feeling of wanting to sleep but being unable to sleep well, of finally falling asleep only to be awakened again, was even more painful than insomnia.

Sigh!

With a sigh, Lin Feng helplessly shook his head. Events had already spiraled beyond his control, leaving him restless and oppressed.

Had he known it would turn out like this, perhaps he would have chosen to give up refining Nightmare.

Lin Feng was confident that even if he could not refine Nightmare, he could still become a powerhouse.

If he had refined a Ninth-grade Demon Spirit on Awakening Day, he could have joined an S-Class Club, received a sizable signing bonus, and enjoyed a bright future. He would not have needed to think about so much, much less live in fear with his life at risk.

His eldest sister would not have had to worry over marriage, and his family could have happily moved into a large house instead of going to sleep early every day, living the life they had always dreamed of.

"Why am I thinking so much? There is no medicine for regret in this world."

Shaking his head hard, Lin Feng flung those unrealistic thoughts from his mind. The faint confusion in his eyes immediately turned into resolve.

He seemed somewhat regretful, but if he were given another chance, Lin Feng would still choose to refine Nightmare.

After all, it was an existence ranked among the top seven of the Exotic Beast Ranking.

A Demon Spirit of that level was something one could encounter only by chance, never seek by will.

Lin Feng longed to become a genius!

In his previous life, Lin Feng had been an Eighth-Rank Martial Artist. An eighth-rank martial artist was also known as a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

Yet unable to refine a Demon Spirit, he had never truly entered the ranks of the strong.

In River City alone, there were at least a hundred people whose overall strength surpassed his.

So even though he had lived two lives, aside from gaining a little more confidence and composure, Lin Feng had never arrogantly believed himself invincible beneath the heavens.

To outsiders, even in his mother's eyes, breaking through to the Body Cultivation Seventh Stage at sixteen meant his talent was outstanding.

But only Lin Feng himself understood that the reason he stood out among his peers was not talent, but effort and sweat.

His martial arts talent was actually quite ordinary, no better than Yage's or Gao Hai's.

To surpass those his age, he had paid the price of training more than twice as hard as them.

His childhood held few beautiful memories.

His father's resolute departure had forced him to mature early, to understand sooner the hardship and cruelty of life.

If he wanted to change his fate, the college entrance examination was his only hope.

Now that the college entrance examination was approaching, he trained even more frantically.

Not only did he cultivate madly at school, he even compressed his sleep to five hours.

Moreover, such high-intensity training without resources to nourish and repair his body had inevitably left Lin Feng with some hidden injuries.

With every breakthrough in the Body Cultivation Realm, one's blood and vitality grew more vigorous and the body became stronger. Hidden ailments might disappear, but they might also turn into disabilities before a breakthrough.

Thus, for Lin Feng, cultivation was not merely about securing a good job in the future. It was a gamble with his life on the line.

For his family and to change his fate, Lin Feng had stepped onto the gambling table long ago.

As someone of mediocre aptitude, Lin Feng deeply understood the treatment and resources enjoyed by geniuses from great families.

Take Ye Qiu, for example.

Ye Qiu had been born into wealth. Money and resources meant nothing to him. Already a super genius himself, with the Ye Clan behind him, it was destined that ordinary people like Lin Feng could only silently watch his receding figure.

And compared with those ancient Glory Clans, even Ye Qiu would envy the treatment they enjoyed.

The children of those clans were bathed in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Liquid prepared by their elders from the moment they were born. So long as they displayed talent, pills and demon beast flesh were inexhaustible.

They did not 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. Eighth-grade, ninth-grade, even Demon Spirits on the Earth List were not rare.

Even if he cultivated all over again, Lin Feng was not confident he could completely surpass them.

Compared with those people, his only advantage was the memories of the next twenty-one years. That was his greatest wealth.

It meant that as long as he seized his opportunities, he could soar straight into the blue clouds and rise with a single flight.

And Nightmare was the best opportunity for him to soar into the sky!

Even knowing that refining Nightmare carried the risk of death, he was unwilling to let this once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity slip away.

And that was only one reason. The more important reason was that Lin Feng still carried a worry in his heart.

Twenty-one years later, would that bloody massacre still come?

Had that white-robed young man, like him, also returned to the past?

He knew about the massacre that would occur in twenty-one years. He could take his family away early and escape the disaster.

But those were hundreds of millions of lives. He could not simply watch them be slaughtered.

Therefore, by refining Nightmare and relying on Nightmare's innate ability, perhaps he, with monstrous talent, could change the wheels of history.

Even if he could not, at the very least, he could set his heart at ease and no longer wake from dreams in terror!

"Time to cultivate." Having thought it through, Lin Feng was no longer lost.

For him, the most urgent task now was making money. Only after earning money could he refine Nightmare.

It was already nearing one in the morning. Naturally, he could not make money in the middle of the night, so Lin Feng could only seize the time to cultivate.

The stronger his body and the more vigorous his blood and vitality, the greater his chances of successfully refining Nightmare would be.

Lin Feng carefully moved the small bed into a corner, not daring to make a sound. His room was too small, less than seven square meters, leaving no room to move freely.

Of course, on such a quiet night, Lin Feng had no intention of practicing his fists.

Because the meridians of those in the Body Cultivation Realm were too fragile, they could not cultivate cultivation arts. Thus, whether ordinary people or heirs of wealthy conglomerates, everyone trained in the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining issued by the state.

Lin Feng was naturally no exception.

The Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining could be called the greatest masterpiece of the martial arts revival.

It was the crystallization of wisdom painstakingly forged day after day by countless martial arts powerhouses and scientists, combining traditional martial arts, ancient yoga postures, human biology, and more.

Without the emergence of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining, martial artists could not have truly become widespread, and humanity could not have survived under the ravages of demon beasts.

The Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining was the foundation of martial arts, equivalent to laying the foundation in ancient martial arts terms.

However, it was far simpler, safer, and more effective than body-refining fist arts such as the Tiger Bone Demon Refining Fist of ancient martial arts.

The Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining had spread to every student. It was neither exactly difficult nor exactly easy.

After all, it was only thirty-six different movements.

The difficulty lay mainly in control!

Control of the body and mind.

Control of the mind was the key.

To practice the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining, one had to concentrate completely. The first ten movements were manageable, but beyond the tenth, the demands on one's mind grew higher and higher. Any stray thought could lead to failure.

Controlling the movements was not merely imitation either. Otherwise, any acrobat could do it. No matter how elegant or standard the posture, without results it was futile effort.

To achieve the effect of tempering the body, one needed perfect control over every movement, while circulating one's blood and vitality so that every muscle and bone moved in a regular rhythm. That was the key to successfully practicing the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining.

In the middle of the room, Lin Feng sat on the floor, performing all kinds of strange movements. At times, he supported himself with both hands and kicked his right leg upward like a scorpion. At other times, he twisted his body together, coiling and winding like a snake...

They were somewhat like ancient yoga, yet also like the primal postures of wild beasts. Not a single movement was ordinary; each challenged the limits of the body.

As Lin Feng stretched through the movements, what initially appeared to be ordinary motions revealed an indescribable charm. At the same time, his body alternated between cold and hot, blood and vitality coursing through him. His temples bulged, hot blood surged upward, and his head felt somewhat muddled.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Lin Feng could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat, steady and powerful.

At the same time, his skin began to tighten and grow firmer. The muscles throughout his body writhed wildly, every muscle fiber trembling. His bones crackled crisply, his breathing slowed, and his internal organs seemed like furnaces, constantly releasing heat.

"Hu... hu..."

When he reached the twenty-seventh form, Lin Feng's breathing became rapid. His brows were tightly furrowed, and pain showed on his face. His whole body trembled, his bare skin flushed red and radiated heat, with even vapor rising from him.

If anyone saw this scene, they would surely be shocked.

At Jiangxin First High School, even the strongest third-year student could complete at most fourteen forms of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining.

Those who could reach that point had almost all attained the Body Cultivation Ninth Stage.

And Lin Feng could perform twenty-seven forms. What kind of concept was that?

At Jiangxin First High School, even the martial arts teacher who taught the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining, a Second-Rank Martial Artist, could only perform nineteen forms, and he was nowhere near as fluid as Lin Feng.

Yet Lin Feng was only at the Body Cultivation Seventh Stage. How could that not leave people shocked?