Chapter 120: Yang Thunder Body-Tempering Method

“I have completely become a demon—what can mere humans do to me?”

He ignored the overwhelming attacks. With his demonic body, Pei Qin’s rationality was gradually devoured, and his immense power inflated his confidence to an extreme.

His ever-reliable Yin Demon senses told him this battle would be a spectacular instant kill!

Roar!

Pei Qin let out an angry howl as his demonic shadow rapidly expanded, and a colossal phantom image swept toward Jiang Yan.

Countless saber shadows fell upon his demonic body like mere tickles.

Pei Qin’s smile twisted even further.

“Is this all you’ve got, pitiful human? It seems I overestimated you before.”

After his demonization, Pei Qin lost all his previous composure, becoming extremely arrogant. The emotions suppressed by Jiang Yan earlier were now all pouring out.

Jiang Yan sheathed his saber, knowing the outcome was already decided.

[System Log Updated]

“You triggered the Instant Kill Law. You successfully killed Pei Qin.”

A being defined only by numbers was unworthy of defeating Jiang Yan.

The next moment, the once-arrogant demonic body collapsed and plummeted from the sky.

The students watching below gasped in astonishment.

“What’s he going down there for?”

“No idea. Probably preparing some ultimate move.”

“Then we should stay farther away. What if we get caught in it?”

“Let’s go, let’s go.”

The spectators retreated another thousand meters, only able to observe the grand battlefield from a distance.

In their view, Jiang Yan simply turned and headed toward the Altar’s Thunder Pool.

Meanwhile, the Demon Lord lying on the ground remained motionless, not making a single sound, as if it had fallen into eternal slumber.

“What does this mean? A truce?”

Chen Xi narrowed his eyes, muttering to himself.

Jiang Yan had already reached the vicinity of the Altar, his gaze fixed on the circular structure about two to three meters tall and a hundred square meters in area.

Arcs of electricity coiled around the Altar, with purple thunder roiling as if channeling the power of heaven and earth. Directly above, dark clouds churned in the sky, and bolts of thunder descended straight down.

“What is this place?”

Jiang Yan sent a Doppelganger into the Altar to test what would happen.

Soon, the Altar awakened. Thunder dragons roared, and purple light surged skyward.

Boom!

Rolling thunder struck the Doppelganger. In no time, the entire pitch-black Doppelganger turned translucent, crackling with popping sounds.

The Doppelganger never imagined its first moment of glowing and radiating heat would come under such circumstances.

“It looks quite powerful, but for me, it should be manageable.”

Jiang Yan could store the Doppelganger within his body and endure the damage himself. This way, the damage would be evenly distributed, and he wouldn’t suffer much harm.

He currently had five Doppelgangers, so the damage would be split into six parts. Viewed this way, the thunder within the Altar wasn’t all that terrifying.

The Doppelganger on the Altar could no longer withstand the assault, and Jiang Yan quickly withdrew it into his body.

Huff~

Jiang Yan took a deep breath and extended one hand into the Altar. Arcs of electricity as thick as buckets soon struck his fingers.

A tingling, numbing sensation, like a mosquito bite, spread, followed by noticeable pain—though it hadn’t reached an unbearable level yet.

“It’s tolerable.”

Jiang Yan leaped into the Thunder Pool.

“Bro Jiang!”

Cheng Wu shouted from afar, utterly shocked. He never expected the two of them, locked in combat, to suddenly shift gears—one collapsing listlessly to the ground, the other diving into the Thunder Pool without a second thought.

It wasn’t that his information processing was too slow; it was just that the sequence of events was too unbelievable.

Just a moment ago, that Demon Lord had been overwhelmingly powerful, seemingly even suppressing Jiang Yan, yet suddenly he plummeted like someone struck dead mid-flight.

“Could that Demon Lord be dead?”

“Who wants to go check?”

“What if it’s a trap set by the Demon Lord? Better to wait a bit.”

In the end, it was Chen Xi who proved the boldest. Holding a crimson spear, he stepped forward to investigate.

Soon, he reached a conclusion.

“This demon is truly dead.”

As he spoke these words, his mind was utterly dazed.

“This… I, Chen Xi, have actually lived to witness the fall of a Demon Lord. Truly, I could die without regrets now.”

His gaze toward the figure within the Thunder Pool turned solemn.

A student capable of defeating a demon could no longer be described merely as a genius.

The education he received since childhood on Tianyuan Star taught him that demons were invincible among those of the same rank.

When encountering a demon, one must either strangle it in its cradle before it grows, or flee—flee with everything they have!

As for the existence of someone who could slay a demon while being at the same Martial Artist realm, he wouldn’t even dare to imagine such a thing in his dreams.

“By the way, what realm was that man in?”

“The True Intent Realm? But that can’t be right—I didn’t sense any Martial Intent emanating from him.”

Chen Xi had been stuck at the Perfection stage of the Spirit Platform for nearly half a year, yet he still hadn’t comprehended the Martial Intent required to break through to the True Intent Realm, thus failing to advance to the Sixth Rank True Intent Realm.

Pei Qin died too abruptly, so abruptly that no one clearly saw how he actually perished.

More and more people gathered around, pointing at Pei Qin’s mangled corpse. After confirming his death, they all turned incredulous gazes toward Jiang Yan within the Thunder Pool.

“This guy… he’s practically not human anymore, is he?”

Sun He broke out in a cold sweat: “Damn, if I’d known you were this badass, I wouldn’t have provoked you back then.”

The thought that he had actually dared to challenge Jiang Yan sent a chill down his spine, reviving some unpleasant memories.

The altar radiated majestic thunderous might. While people sensed there might be an Opportunity within, none dared to take a single step inside. They could only stand outside, gazing enviously at Jiang Yan bathed in the lightning.

“Anyone want to give it a try? Look, Jiang Yan seems completely fine. We should be okay too, right?”

“Exactly. This Thunder Pool might just be the Opportunity left behind after the Red Mist. If we keep hesitating here, aren’t we just letting a golden chance slip away?”

“I read in a book that special lightning like this can temper the Physical Body and hone the Aperture Points. But it demands an extremely robust Physical Body from those who enter. It was the ultimate cultivation method for those extreme Body Refiners in ancient times.”

“Honing Aperture Points? It actually has that effect? You’re not lying to us, are you?”

Everyone turned their eyes to the speaker.

He wore the uniform of Golden Radiance Academy—tall and slender, with thick glasses that made him look quite earnest.

“I’m a senior at the Golden Radiance Martial Way History College. I’ve seen some ancient texts describing the Body Refining methods of Sect Body Cultivators from antiquity, and the Yang Thunder Tempering Method was prominently included.”

“However, this method requires an exceptionally powerful Physical Body as a foundation, supplemented by the guardianship of Sect Elders and Protectors. Every step is perilous, and by now, it has long fallen into decline.”

“Using thunder to temper the body is indeed dangerous, but its effects are exceptionally potent. Did you see the talismanic incantations carved on that altar? They might be a secret method to channel the might of the heavens. Ordinary lightning can’t achieve the body-tempering effect of the Purest Yang Thunder.”

After saying this, the student from the Martial Way History Academy crouched beneath the altar and, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a magnifying glass to examine it closely.

“Bro, aren’t you a humanities student from the History Academy? What are you doing here in the mist?”

“I’ve been observing from outside all along, never entering the mist. I only came to investigate after hearing the thunder and waiting until the battle ended.”

The student studying the runes replied without even turning his head.

Utterly cautious. It seems not everyone is blindly rushing into the opportunities within the Red Mist. Many still have the self-awareness to avoid wading into these troubled waters.

Upon hearing this explanation, the eyes of the others grew fervent.

“Using thunder to temper the body and strengthen the Aperture Points?”

“Hiss… If I could succeed in body tempering, wouldn’t I be able to rival those geniuses who have opened multiple Apertures?”