Cultivating in the Wizard World

Time slipped away silently for several months as Jeming immersed himself in research and practice once again.

The Body Element Refining Technique and Body Refining Technique from Charles were indeed simple enough, with plenty of research materials for reference, allowing Jeming's research in this area to progress exceptionally smoothly.

In just a few months, Jeming developed his own set of "Body Refining Technique."

This technique absorbed the technical principles of Charles's Body Element Refining Technique, replacing the Spiritual Power control in the original Body Refining Technique with elements, guiding elemental energy to refine his body and tap into the deepest potential of his flesh.

Thus, a month ago, his body refinement officially began.

The effect was remarkable.

The body cultivation methods of the Cultivation Immortality Civilization all share a characteristic: due to deeper research into oneself, they can significantly enhance the training effect through external resources.

These so-called resources, aside from specific medicines and materials, mainly include Spiritual Qi.

Theoretically, as long as there's plenty of Spiritual Qi, the speed of physical enhancement can reach an astonishing level.

And for the modified Body Refining Technique to adapt to the environment of the Wizard World, the required resources naturally changed from Spiritual Qi to elements.

Coincidentally, elements were something Jeming had in abundance!

Not to mention the Element Storage Talisman Witchcraft he developed himself, the Sixth Level Small Elemental Pool he previously purchased from Clark for his experiments was enough for him to use for a long time.

He used the elemental energy stored in the small Elemental Pool to continuously wash and refine his body.

Each elemental impact was accompanied by the tearing and reformation of muscles, the trembling and fortification of bones.

His body grew visibly stronger, with muscle lines smooth and explosive, and his skin became tougher.

A gentle clench of his fist could even produce a faint explosive sound in the air.

With a massive supply of resources, Jeming's physical conditioning underwent a complete transformation within just a month.

Of course, the downside was also evident — the improvement was too rapid.

As his physical condition significantly improved, Jeming gradually noticed a decrease in his control over his body.

He became somewhat "clumsy," unconsciously using too much force in performing delicate operations.

During meditation, he would occasionally find that the surge in physical strength affected the stability of his spirit.

This sense of loss of control wasn't entirely negative, but it was a warning: the speed of his body strengthening had already exceeded the control of his spirit and will.

More troubling was that he could feel that within his strengthened body, a large portion of physical potential remained undeveloped.

Like a sleeping giant waiting to be awakened.

If he continued to strengthen this way, he would face rapidly declining control over his physical power and the accumulated potential stagnation, which would lead to a bottleneck in physical enhancement.

He needed to synchronize his body with his spirit to fully harness this burgeoning power.

How could he quickly master the surging physical power?

The best method, of course, was... an intense fight!

In thrilling combat, the body's instincts would quickly adapt to the power, the spirit would be highly focused, and every burst of muscle could be mastered to perfection.

Fortunately, Jeming did not lack sparring partners at this stage.

After discovering his issue, Jeming activated the Space Transmission Array and arrived at the Purgatory Sulfur Plane.

This Molten Gold Land still displayed its violent and magnificent scenery.

The air was thick with the smell of sulfur, and distant volcanoes continuously spewed hot smoke and lava.

Jeming selected an undeveloped area that had not been preliminarily cleared by the "Construction Team," retaining the most primitive ecosystem and wild life aura.

Without using a more covert Eye of Scouting, he released his spiritual power, locking onto several large, fierce magical beasts nearby.

Such an obvious spiritual power probe was practically a blatant provocation to these magical beasts.

As soon as they sensed it, the group of beasts immediately roared.

Jeming didn't use any witchcraft; he merely relied on his robust body refined by elements to charge into the rampaging herd of magical beasts.

"Roar!"

A giant Molten Rock Dog covered in Volcanic Rock Armor first leaped towards him, bringing with it the stench of sulfur and the heat of lava.

Jeming advanced instead of retreat, with a gleam of light in his eyes.

He clenched his fist tightly, muscles bulging, and delivered a straightforward punch!

The air was compressed to the point of bursting with a thunderous sound, carrying tremendous force, directly smashing into the head of the Molten Rock Dog.

Bam!

The hard rock armor crumbled like tofu under Jeming's sheer physical force.

The Molten Rock Dog let out a mournful cry, its massive body sent flying by a single punch, crashing heavily against a distant blackened rock wall, leaving a huge dent.

But this was just the beginning.

More magical beasts, attracted by the battle's commotion, gathered around, each with varying shapes and abilities, some with powerful bodies, others capable of spewing poisonous flames.

Jeming weaved through the beast pack, each punch, each kick, carrying the massive force that tore through the air.

He neither dodged nor used any protective measures, allowing the beasts' claws to tear, toxic liquids to corrode, and flames to scorch him.

He simply swung his fists repeatedly, feeling each muscle contraction and each burst.

Pain!

Pain that reached the depths of his bones!

Every slash from claws, every splash of corrosive poison, every burn from eruptions — Jeming felt intense pain.

But he didn't retreat; instead, he transformed the pain into a more precise perception of his body.

He tried to subdue opponents with lesser force, avoid vital areas with craftier angles, and unleash stronger power over shorter distances.

After spending a few days, with the enthusiastic "contribution" of many magical beasts, Jeming clearly felt that his control over his body was recovering.

The feeling of losing control gradually faded, replaced by the ability to manipulate power at will.

"Not enough yet."

Jeming felt his body.

The issue of power loss has been resolved, but the potential accumulated within him has not been digested at all.

This indicates that this level of tempering can no longer satisfy his needs.

He needs an opponent who can push his physical strength to its limits while allowing him to endure higher-level damage.

His gaze finally fixed on the top predator in this area—a Flame Lord at the Second Level Creature Stage.

The Flame Lord was entrenched near a massive volcano crater, not made of flesh but composed of pure flame and lava.

Its form was as tall as a mountain, surrounded by blazing flames.

As soon as Jeming approached, the Flame Lord let out a deafening roar, with the lava shaking as if the entire volcano was responding to its anger.

"Well met!" Jeming's eyes were filled with battle intent.

He took a deep breath, and under the operation of the Body Refining Technique, the elemental energy within him accelerated the tempering of his flesh.

He charged towards the Flame Lord, fast as lightning, leaving two rows of footprints on the scorched ground.

The Flame Lord, sensing this creature's provocation, swung its huge lava arm, bringing a wave of scorching fire directly at Jeming.

Jeming neither dodged nor evaded, meeting it with a punch!

Boom!

With a deafening crash, Jeming's fist collided violently with the lava arm.

The terrifying counterforce spread throughout his body along his arm, with every inch of bone moaning under unbearable pressure.

Jeming was instantly blasted back dozens of meters, carving two deep grooves in the scorched earth beneath his feet.

During the battle, Jeming did not activate any protective magic, not even applying a basic shield.

This caused a scorching pain in his arm, with skin burned by the high temperature, exposing large areas of char scars.

However, Jeming was excited.

This power!

This pain!

He could clearly feel that under the intense impact and burning, the cells in his arm were dying and regenerating crazily.

And each regeneration came with a slight increase in fire resistance.

The cells that were burned seemed to learn during regeneration how to better resist fire, forming a deep protective mechanism.

Unlike Qi cultivation, body cultivation was born to gain greater combat power.

Therefore, even the most basic body cultivation method possesses the characteristic of infinite evolution in battle.

And when Jeming was conducting his research, he naturally retained this characteristic of the Body Refining Technique.

The Flame Lord, seeing its attack unsuccessful, let out an angry roar.

More flame runes lit up around it, and the fire elements in the air were frantically drawn, converging into thick lava fire pillars that bombarded Jeming like fountains.

Jeming weaved through the fire pillars, moving extremely fast, but he did not completely dodge.

He deliberately let those pillars graze his body, even directly enduring a few hits.

Each contact caused his body to tremble with pain, but after the pain, a warm current flowed from deep within, repairing the cells under the influence of the elements, making them more resilient.

Shh!

A fire pillar hit Jeming directly in the chest.

He grunted, his body sent flying, landing heavily on the ground.

The magic robe on his chest instantly turned to ashes, revealing charred skin, even visible scorched muscle tissue.

The Flame Lord took advantage of this, drawing near, its massive lava foot rising with the force to crush a mountain, stomping towards Jeming!

Jeming gritted his teeth through the pain, rolling to evade.

He knew that the Flame Lord's power had already exceeded the limits of his current physique.

He could feel the fatigue deep within his body, and if he continued fighting, even if he could improve through the Body Refining Technique, it was highly likely to cause irreversible damage.

He pursued honing, not self-destruction.

"That's enough for today, goodbye for now!" Jeming grinned through the pain on his body.

With a strong stomp, the Flying Talisman Witchcraft activated, his body turning into a shadow quickly fleeing into the distance.

The Flame Lord let out a reluctant roar, but Jeming's speed was incredibly fast, disappearing in the swirling sulfur smoke in the blink of an eye.

Jeming fled the battlefield in a miserable state, char scars covering his body, with bones even exposed in some areas, yet a content smile appeared on his face.

The effect was evident!

He could clearly feel that his physique underwent unprecedented tempering during the fight with the Flame Lord.

Once the injuries healed completely, he should unlock a significant portion of the potential accumulated within him, and his physical fitness could rise to another level.

Moreover, due to the special nature of the Body Refining Technique, he felt a substantial increase in his fire resistance upon healing.

"Short-term goal, first let my body fully adapt to fire damage, gaining high resistance to fire damage!" Jeming clenched his fist, feeling the vitality within.

"Long-term goal..." Jeming gazed up at the sky shrouded by sulfur clouds, his eyes gleaming, "to gain resistance to all elemental damage!"