Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining

"Damn Nightmare."

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

That feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to, and being woken up just as he fell asleep, was more painful than insomnia.

Sigh!

With a sigh, Lin Feng shook his head helplessly. The situation had gone beyond his control, which made him feel somewhat agitated and suppressed.

If he had known this would happen, he might have chosen to give up on refining the Nightmare back then.

Lin Feng was confident that even without refining the Nightmare, he could still become a strong individual.

If he had refined a Ninth-grade Demon Spirit on Awakening Day, he could have joined an S-Class Club, received a substantial signing bonus, and had a bright future. He wouldn't have had to worry so much, live in constant fear, or face mortal danger.

His elder sister wouldn't have to worry about her marriage, his family could happily move into a bigger house, and they could live the life they'd always dreamed of, without having to go to bed early every night.

"Why think so much? There's no such thing as a second chance in life."

He shook his head vigorously, casting aside the unrealistic thoughts from his mind. His previously somewhat vacant eyes immediately became resolute.

Although it seemed like he had regrets, if given another chance, Lin Feng would still choose to refine the Nightmare.

After all, it was something ranked within the top seven of the Exotic Beast Ranking.

A Demon Spirit of this caliber was a rare find.

Lin Feng yearned to become a genius!

In his previous life, Lin Feng was an Eighth-Rank Martial Artist. Eighth-Rank Martial Artists were also known as Martial Arts Grandmasters.

However, unable to refine Demon Spirits, he hadn't truly entered the ranks of the strong.

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

So, even though he had lived two lives, Lin Feng only possessed more confidence and calmness, not the arrogance to believe he was invincible.

To outsiders, and even to his mother, breaking through to Body Cultivation Seventh Stage at the age of sixteen was considered exceptional talent.

But only Lin Feng himself knew that his ability to stand out among his peers wasn't due to talent, but to hard work and sweat.

His talent in Martial Arts was actually quite ordinary, not as outstanding as Yage or Gao Hai.

The price he paid to surpass his peers was training twice as hard as them.

His childhood lacked many happy memories.

His father's decisive departure made him mature and sensible beyond his years, and he understood the difficulties and cruelty of life much earlier.

The only hope for changing his fate was the college entrance examination.

Now, facing the college entrance examination, he trained even more frantically.

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

In addition, due to the extreme intensity of his training without any resources to aid in recovery and repair, Lin Feng inevitably developed some hidden injuries.

In the Body Cultivation realm, with each breakthrough in a stage, Qi and Blood would become more vigorous, and the body would grow stronger. Hidden injuries might disappear, but there was also a chance they could worsen into disabilities before a breakthrough.

Therefore, for Lin Feng, cultivation wasn't just about securing a good job in the future; it was a gamble that risked his life.

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

As someone of ordinary aptitude, Lin Feng deeply understood the treatment and resources enjoyed by the geniuses of major families.

Take Ye Qiu, for example.

Ye Qiu was born into a wealthy family; money and resources meant little to him. Coupled with his innate genius and the backing of the Ye Clan, he was destined to be like Lin Feng, an ordinary person who could only watch his silhouette from afar.

Compared to those prestigious families with long histories, the treatment they enjoyed was something even Ye Qiu would envy.

The members of those clans were bathed in Heaven and Earth Spiritual Liquid prepared by their elders from birth. As long as they showed talent, pills and the flesh and blood of Demonic Beasts were inexhaustible.

They didn't even need to participate in Awakening Day.

Because from the day they were born, their elders had already prepared Demon Spirits for them to refine in the future, Ninth-grade, Eighth-grade, or even Demon Spirits from the Earth Ranking were not uncommon.

Even if he were to cultivate again, Lin Feng wasn't confident he could completely surpass them.

Compared to those people, his only advantage was his memory of the next 21 years, which was his greatest asset.

This meant that as long as he seized the opportunity, he could soar to great heights and achieve rapid success.

And the Nightmare was his best opportunity to do so!

Even though he understood the mortal danger of refining the Nightmare, he was unwilling to let go of this once-in-a-lifetime chance.

And this was only one reason; a more crucial reason was a worry lingering in Lin Feng's heart.

Would the bloody massacre of 21 years later still occur?

Had that White-robed Youth also returned to the past, just like him?

He knew about the massacre that would happen in 21 years, and he could bring his family away in advance to escape this disaster.

But after all, it involved the lives of hundreds of millions of people, and he couldn't stand by and watch them be slaughtered.

Therefore, by refining the Nightmare and possessing its monstrous talent, he, with his monstrous aptitude, might be able to change the wheels of history.

Even if he couldn't, at least he could put his mind at ease and stop waking up in the middle of the night in a panic!

"Begin cultivation." Lin Feng, having figured things out, was no longer lost.

For him, the most important task now was to earn money. Only by earning money could he refine the Nightmare.

It was already close to one in the morning. Naturally, he couldn't earn money late at night, so Lin Feng could only seize the time to cultivate.

The stronger his body became, the more vigorous his Qi and Blood would be, and the greater his chance of successfully refining the Nightmare.

Lin Feng carefully moved the small bed to the corner, not daring to make a sound. His room was too small, less than seven square meters, and he couldn't spread out at all.

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

Because the meridians of the Body Cultivation stage were too fragile, they couldn't cultivate techniques. Therefore, whether ordinary people or the sons of chaebols, they all uniformly practiced the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining issued by the state.

Lin Feng was no exception.

The Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining could be said to be the greatest masterpiece of the Martial Arts revival.

It was the crystallization of wisdom derived from the painstaking efforts of countless Martial Arts powerhouses and scientists working together, combining traditional martial arts, ancient yoga postures, and human biology, day after day.

Without the advent of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining, Martial Artists could not have truly become widespread, and humanity would not have survived the ravages of Demonic Beasts.

The Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining was the foundation of Martial Arts. In the words of ancient martial arts, it was equivalent to Foundation Establishment.

However, it was much simpler, as well as safer and more effective, than body-refining fist techniques like the ancient martial art 'Tiger Bone Demon Refining Fist'.

The Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining had been popularized among every student. It wasn't difficult, but it wasn't simple either.

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

The difficulty lay mainly in control!

Controlling the body and the mind.

Mind control was the key.

When cultivating the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining, one had to be completely focused. The first ten movements were fine, but beyond the tenth, the demands on the mind would become increasingly higher. Any stray thought could lead to failure.

And controlling the movements wasn't just about imitation; otherwise, any skilled acrobat could do it. No matter how graceful or standard the posture was, it would be useless without effect.

To achieve the effect of body tempering, one needed perfect control over every movement of the body, combined with the circulation of Qi and Blood, causing every muscle and bone to move in a regulated manner. This was the key to the success of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining.

In the center of the room, Lin Feng sat on the ground, performing various strange movements, such as supporting himself with his hands on the ground and kicking his right leg upwards, like a scorpion, or twisting his body like a snake...

Some were similar to ancient yoga, while others resembled the primitive postures of wild beasts. Each movement was extraordinary, challenging the limits of the body.

As Lin Feng's movements unfolded, the seemingly ordinary actions exuded a certain charm. At the same time, his body felt alternately cold and hot, with Qi and Blood surging through him. His temples bulged, blood rushed to his head, and his mind felt somewhat hazy.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

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

At the same time, his skin began to tighten, becoming increasingly firm. The muscles all over his body writhed madly, every muscle fiber trembling. His bones emitted crisp cracking sounds, his breathing slowed, and his internal organs felt like furnaces, constantly releasing heat.

"Hoo hoo..."

As he reached the 27th form, Lin Feng's breathing became rapid, his brow furrowed, and his expression showed signs of pain. His entire body trembled, his naked skin was flushed red, emitting heat, and even water vapor was steaming off him.

If anyone were to see this scene at this moment, they would likely be shocked.

At Jiangxin High School, the strongest among the third-year students could only perform up to the 14th form of the Thirty-Six Forms of Body Refining at most.

Being able to reach this point meant they were almost at the Ninth Stage of Body Cultivation.

But Lin Feng could perform the 27th form. What did that mean?

Keep in mind that the Martial Arts teacher at Jiangxin High School, who was a Second-Rank Martial Artist, could only perform the 19th form, and it was far less fluid than Lin Feng's.

And Lin Feng was only at the Seventh Stage of Body Cultivation. How could this not be shocking?