Heavenly Thunder Body Tempering Technique

At night, Fan Qiuming was deep in sleep when suddenly a wave of mental energy surged into his mind.

“Master... Master, could you give me a little more spiritual power... Master...”

Just then, a bolt of lightning split the sky, followed by a peal of thunder so loud it jolted Fan Qiuming awake.

“What’s wrong with me? It felt like someone was calling me ‘Master’ in my dream…”

“Forget it, I’ll just go back to sleep!” he muttered, lying down again. But this time, no matter how he tried, sleep eluded him.

“Insomnia…?” He lay on his bed, brows tightly knitted, staring at the ceiling, his mind a chaotic mess.

Looking out the window, he saw torrential rain falling as thunder rolled through the city. He had to admit, the weather in Peng City was truly unpredictable.

“Wait… the thunder!” Suddenly, Fan Qiuming remembered a cultivation technique he had acquired before, called the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Art. But at the time he obtained it, he had already reached the Nascent Soul stage, so cultivation was no longer possible.

This technique was known for its rapid progress and solid foundation, using heavenly thunder to temper the body. The lightning contained incredibly pure spiritual power, perfect for cultivation and beyond fast in effectiveness.

Yet, the danger was equally great. If one couldn’t withstand the thunder’s might, they’d be reduced to ashes in an instant.

It was a method where benefit and risk walked hand in hand.

“Maybe I could try it. It’s dangerous, but with my Tribulation Pill and the strength of my body, maybe I can endure it.”

Once he’d made up his mind, Fan Qiuming crept out of his apartment and climbed to the rooftop. The downpour soaked him through, but he paid it no mind.

He sat cross-legged, took a Tribulation Pill from his spatial ring, and silently recited the incantation for the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Art.

Spiritual energy swirled around him, the lightning in the sky drawing closer.

Suddenly, a bolt as thick as a barrel struck him directly. Blood immediately oozed from the corner of his mouth—he managed to endure it, but this was only the beginning.

The second bolt followed, then the third…

The lightning came faster and faster, and Fan Qiuming’s consciousness started to blur, but he forced himself to remain awake.

If he lost consciousness, there would be no return—shattered bones would be the least of his worries; he feared that under the baptism of thunder, even his soul would be scattered.

A torrent of spiritual power flooded his body, feeling as though it would burst him apart.

He didn’t remain idle. He frantically circulated the energy, and his cultivation soared.

Qi Refinement Level One, Level Two, Level Three…

When the first section of the Heavenly Thunder Tempering Art was complete, his cultivation stabilized at Qi Refinement Level Six.

But as the thirty-sixth and final bolt struck, Fan Qiuming could endure no more—a huge mouthful of blood spurted from his lips.

If this spiritual energy wasn’t released, his body would soon explode again.

Staggering down from the rooftop, he slipped and tumbled down the stairs, rolling like a ball from the top.

“Can’t… hold on… much longer…”

Barely making it back to the apartment, he stumbled into his room, grabbed the nearest object, and poured spiritual power into it.

Whatever it was, it couldn’t withstand the force and disintegrated to dust.

“Still not enough… I have to release more…”

He grabbed a piece of clothing and infused it with spiritual power.

After destroying who knows how many belongings, Fan Qiuming finally gripped his phone. The phone absorbed a little spiritual energy but did not break.

He had survived this ordeal. A long breath escaped him, a sense of relief and exhilaration washing over him.

But the mess of ruined items around him gave him a headache. At least now, as someone at the Qi Refinement stage, he could use some simple spells.

Fan Qiuming manipulated his spiritual power, sweeping all the dust out the window. The rain washed it away until not a trace remained.

Despair crept in as he looked at his few remaining clothes, his body still drenched.

With no other choice, he used spiritual power to force the water out of his clothing, but misjudged the force and tore a hole in the back.

“Great, now I’ll have to buy new ones…” Fan Qiuming was at his wit’s end.

But what he regretted even more was suddenly remembering a spiritual technique that consumed vast amounts of power.

If he’d used his energy for that technique earlier, his defenses could have been raised another notch.

“I really… sigh… forget it, just sleep…”

Fan Qiuming had no idea why he kept forgetting so many things. Maybe, at this moment in life, he had finally relaxed.

No more worries disturbing him—just training, caring for his little sister, and, once school started, attending classes.

Drowsiness overwhelmed him and Fan Qiuming gradually drifted into sleep…

The next morning, Fan Qiuming was awakened by his sister Fan Qiulin’s shouting!

“Brother, look! There really are immortals in this world!”

Still half-asleep, Fan Qiuming didn’t know what was happening, only that something was hitting him.

At his bedside, Fan Qiulin swung a pillow at him.

As she hit him, she sang, “Let me gently wake your sleeping heart… Brother, open your eyes!”

But Fan Qiuming showed no sign of waking, merely turning over and continuing to sleep.

Last night had drained him so much that he needed rest to recover.

Qiulin frowned, watching her brother sleeping so soundly, utterly carefree.

“Hmph! Sleeping like the dead—who knows what he was up to last night.”

She didn’t bother with him, pivoted her wheelchair around, and left the room.

Close to noon, Fan Qiuming finally came to his senses.

“How did my pillow end up on the floor? And why does my face hurt…”

Groggy, he walked out and saw Fan Qiulin sitting on the couch, staring straight at him.

“Ah… morning, Qiulin. What time is it?”

He yawned, not noticing her unwavering gaze.

“Morning? It’s almost noon!” she snapped, her voice instantly bringing him back to reality, more effective than any stimulant.

“What? It’s already midday?” Fan Qiuming was bewildered—when did he become such a heavy sleeper?

His face was full of confusion.

“Alright, I’ll wash up and cook something… ahhh…” He yawned again, heading for the bathroom.

At that moment, Shangguan Wanwan also emerged from her room, looking exhausted, dark circles almost rivaling a panda’s.

“Wanwan, why are you up so late too? Did something happen last night between you and my brother?” Qiulin asked, looking gossipy and even a little expectant.

“Wanwan, how was my brother last night? Was he… intense?”

“What do you mean? The thunder was just too loud. I barely slept. It sounded like lightning was striking the roof…”

“Ah, and Fan Qiuming? What about him?” Qiulin’s disappointment was evident when there was no gossip to be had.

“Nothing… he didn’t sleep well either. Just woke up!”

“Why didn’t I hear anything?”

“Oh right, Wanwan, look at the news. There really are immortals in this world.”

With that, she held her phone up to Shangguan Wanwan’s face. The video showed a silhouette on a rooftop, struck by bolt after bolt of lightning, but still managing to stand in the end.

“Who is this? So powerful! Wanwan, do you know him? That rooftop looks just like the one near our apartment!”

She gazed at Wanwan with hopeful anticipation.

Shangguan Wanwan shook her head, but her expression grew serious.

“No idea,” she replied, though she had a pretty good guess in her heart—the person in the video was most likely Fan Qiuming. That would explain the thunder last night.

“He’s secretly pushing himself again. The technique in the video must have been one of his cultivation arts. He told me before that a cultivator’s technique is chosen for life, from Qi Refinement to the highest level—it can’t be changed. I wish I had one too…”

Shangguan Wanwan sighed inwardly, feeling dejected.

“But why would he give it to me? I want one so badly! Should I trade him for something? But what could I offer? He doesn’t need money, and I have no power…”

After much deliberation, she made up her mind and went to Fan Qiuming’s room.

“Fan Qiuming, I want to—”

Before she could finish, the sight before her shocked her into silence.

A piercing scream echoed through the apartment.