Since he couldn't figure it out for now, Bei Feng decided to stop thinking about it for the moment. Instead, he resumed his attempts to modify Minor Illumination Breathing Technique into a Martial Technique.
However, he was crushed to the ground by the enormous pressure without fail every single time. It was not that Bei Feng was a masochist who enjoyed hurting himself for no reason. Rather, he found that the control he had over his newfound strength was improving rapidly with every attempt.
At the same time, his body's potential was being refined by the pressure. Bei Feng's cells' alignment became even more compact and perfect.
'Well d*mn, I didn't manage to create a Martial Technique, but somehow managed to come up with a body tempering technique...'
Bei Feng lay on the ground, his entire body soaked in perspiration.
After catching his breath for a few moments, he slowly got up and washed himself with two bucketfuls of water from the Ancient Well.