"That damned Incubus."
Due to the disturbance of the Incubus, Linfeng didn't intend to continue sleeping.
The feeling of wanting to sleep but not being able to, and being woken up right after falling asleep, was even more painful than insomnia.
Sigh!
Sighing, Linfeng shook his head helplessly. The development of the situation was already out of his control. This made Linfeng a little frustrated and depressed.
If he knew this would happen, he might have chosen to give up refining the Incubus.
Linfeng was confident that even if he couldn't refine the Incubus, he could still become an expert.
If he refined a Ninth Grade demon spirit on the day of awakening, he could join an S-Rank club and receive a considerable sum of signing fees. His future would be bright, and he wouldn't have to think so much, nor would he have to worry about his life being in danger.
His elder sister wouldn't have to worry about her marriage, and his family could happily move and live in a big house. He wouldn't have to sleep early every day and live the life of his dreams.
"Why am I thinking so much? There's no medicine for regret in this world."
Shaking his head with all his might, Linfeng threw the unrealistic thoughts out of his mind. His eyes, which were originally a little dazed, suddenly became firm.
It seemed like he was regretting it, but if he was given another chance, Linfeng would still choose to refine the Incubus.
After all, it was an existence that could be ranked in the top seven of the Rare Beast List.
A demon spirit of this level could only be found by chance.
Linfeng desired to become a genius!
In his previous life, Linfeng was an Eighth Grade Martial Artist. Eighth Grade Martial Artists were also known as Martial Masters.
However, since he couldn't refine a demon spirit, he didn't enter the ranks of true experts.
Just in Rivertown alone, there were at least a hundred people who were stronger than him.
Therefore, even though he had lived two lives, other than having more confidence and calmness, Linfeng wasn't arrogant enough to think that he was invincible.
In the eyes of outsiders, and even in his mother's eyes, to be able to break through to Seventh Grade Martial Artist at the age of sixteen, his talent was outstanding.
However, only Linfeng himself understood that he didn't rely on talent to stand out among his peers, but hard work and sweat.
His martial talent was actually very ordinary, not as outstanding as Ya Ge and Gao Hai.
In order to surpass his peers, the price he paid was twice as much training as his peers.
He didn't have many good memories of his childhood.
His father's resolute departure had made him mature and sensible at a much earlier age. He had understood earlier that life was not easy and cruel.
If he wanted to change his fate, his only hope was the college entrance examination.
Now that he was about to take the college entrance exam, he trained even more crazily.
Not only did he train crazily in school, even his sleeping time was reduced to five hours.
Apart from that, the high-intensity training and the lack of resources to nourish and repair his body had inevitably caused some hidden injuries to Linfeng's body.
As for the Body Cultivator realm, every time they broke through a new realm, their blood and Qi would become more vigorous and their bodies would become stronger. Their hidden injuries might disappear, but there was also a chance that the hidden injuries would become crippled before they broke through.
Therefore, to Lin Feng, cultivation was not only for the sake of having a good job in the future, but also a gamble with his life.
For the sake of his family, for the sake of changing his fate, Lin Feng stepped onto the gambling table very early on.
As a person with mediocre talent, Linfeng deeply understood the treatment and resources enjoyed by some of the geniuses of the large clans.
Take Ye Qiu for example.
That Ye Qiu was born into a wealthy family. Money and resources meant nothing to him. As a super genius himself, coupled with the backing of the Ye Clan, he was destined to be a mortal like Linfeng. He could only silently watch his figure.
Compared to the Glory and Glory Clans with a long history, the treatment that they enjoyed was something that even Ye Qiu would envy.
Those clans were bathed in the Spiritual Liquid of Heaven and Earth prepared by their elders when they were born. As long as they displayed their talent, they would receive an inexhaustible supply of elixirs and demon beast flesh.
They didn't even need to participate in the Day of Awakening.
This was because from the day they were born, their elders had already prepared demon spirits for them to refine in the future. Grade 8, Grade 9, and even demon spirits on the Earth Leaderboard were not rare.
Even if he were to cultivate again, Linfeng wasn't confident that he would be able to completely surpass them.
Compared to those people, his only advantage was that he had the memories of the next twenty-one years. This was his greatest wealth.
This meant that as long as he grasped the opportunity, he would be able to soar to the heavens.
And the Nightmare was the best opportunity for him to soar to the heavens!
Even if he understood that refining the Nightmare would be life-threatening, he wasn't willing to let go of this rare opportunity.
And this was only one of the reasons. The more important reason was that Linfeng still had a worry in his heart.
Would that bloody massacre still happen twenty-one years later?
Would that white-clothed youth be like him and return to the past?
If he knew that the massacre would happen in twenty-one years, he could bring his family and leave early to escape the disaster.
However, those were hundreds of millions of lives. He couldn't just watch them get slaughtered.
Therefore, by refining the Nightmare and relying on its innate ability, he might be able to change the wheel of history with his monstrous talent.
Even if he couldn't, at least he would be able to feel at ease and not wake up from the dream!
"Let's start cultivating." Linfeng, who understood, was no longer at a loss.
To him, the most important task right now was to earn money. As long as he earned money, he would be able to refine the Nightmare.
It was already close to one in the morning. Naturally, there was no way to earn money at night. Linfeng could only seize the time to cultivate.
The stronger his body, the more vigorous his blood and Qi would be. At that time, the chances of refining the Nightmare would also be higher.
Linfeng carefully moved the small bed to the corner. He didn't dare to make a sound. His room was too small, less than seven square meters. It was impossible for him to move freely.
Of course, on such a quiet night, Linfeng didn't have any plans to practice.
Because the meridians of the Body Cultivation Realm were too weak, it was impossible to practice martial arts. Therefore, whether it was an ordinary person or a young master of a financial group, they all practiced the Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms issued by the country.
Linfeng was naturally no exception.
The Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms could be said to be the greatest masterpiece of the martial arts revival.
It was the result of countless martial arts experts and scientists working together, combining traditional martial arts, ancient Yoga, and human biology. Day after day, it was the crystallization of wisdom.
If the Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms didn't appear, martial arts wouldn't have been able to be popularized. Humans wouldn't have been able to survive the devastation of the demon beasts.
The Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms was the foundation of martial arts. In ancient martial arts terms, it was equivalent to the foundation building.
However, it was much simpler than the ancient martial arts like the Tiger Bone Demon Fist. It was also much safer and more effective.
The Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms had already been popularized to every student. It wasn't difficult, but it wasn't easy either.
After all, it was only thirty-six different movements.
The difficult part was control!
Control of the body and mind.
Control of the mind was the key.
To practice the Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms, one had to be completely focused. The first ten movements were fine, but after the tenth, the demands on the mind would become higher and higher. Any trace of distraction could lead to failure.
Controlling the movements wasn't just a matter of imitation. Any acrobatic expert could do it. No matter how beautiful or perfect the posture, it would be useless if there was no effect.
In order to achieve the effect of body tempering, one had to perfectly control every movement of the body. One had to circulate their blood and Qi to make every muscle and bone move in a regular pattern. This was the key to success of the Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms.
In the middle of the room, Lin Feng sat on the ground and did all kinds of strange movements. For example, his hands were on the ground, his right leg was kicked up like a scorpion, and his body was twisted together like a snake twisting …
It was similar to ancient yoga, but it was also similar to the primitive posture of a wild beast. Every movement was unusual and challenging the limits of the body.
As Lin Feng stretched his body, the seemingly ordinary movements revealed a sense of charm. At the same time, his body was alternating between hot and cold. The blood and Qi shuttled back and forth in his body. His temples were bulging and his blood was rushing up. His head was a little dizzy.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Lin Feng could even hear the sound of his own heartbeat. It was steady and powerful.
At the same time, his skin began to tighten and become firmer.
All the muscles in his body were wriggling crazily. Every muscle fiber was trembling. All the bones in his body were emitting crisp crackling sounds. His breathing became sluggish. His internal organs were like furnaces, constantly emitting heat.
"Huff … huff …"
When he was about to reach the 27th form, Lin Feng's breathing became rapid. His eyebrows were furrowed and his expression showed that he was in pain. At this time, his whole body was trembling. His naked body was red and emitting heat. There was even steam rising from it.
If someone saw this scene, they would be shocked.
In Jiangxin High School, the strongest third-year student could only reach the 15th form of the Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms.
To be able to reach this step, almost all of them were Stage Nine Physique Cultivators.
Lin Feng could reach the 27th form. What kind of concept was this?
One had to know that in Jiangxin High School, the martial arts teacher who taught the Body Tempering Thirty-Six Forms, as a Level Two martial artist, could only reach the 21st form. Moreover, he was far from being as smooth as Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was only a Stage Seven Physique Cultivator. How could this not be shocking?