Douluo Continent: I can overdraft the future in advance

The sun had just risen, and sunlight streamed through the courtyard wall, casting a golden glow on the ground. After finishing breakfast, Luo Yun began cultivating his soul power. He sat cross-legged on a stone bench, slowly circulating his soul power according to meditation techniques—one circle, two circles, three circles—

But he was thinking about something completely different.

Body Refinement.

That thought from last night is like a thorn in my side; I can't shake it off. Now that my soul power is flowing smoothly, it's a good time to give it a try.

Luo Yun took a deep breath, separated a wisp of his soul power, and tried to push it outwards along the meridian of his right index finger.

The moment that wisp of soul power left the meridian, it seemed to lose its restraint and dissipated instantly. A slight warmth touched my fingertips, and then I felt nothing at all.

No.

He frowned and tried again. This time he pushed even slower, trying to allow the wisp of soul power to condense and leave the meridian.

As a result, that wisp of soul power dissipated as it attempted to cross the boundary of the meridian.

He tried more than ten times, but failed every time. His soul power was like water, and his meridians were like river channels. Once it left the river channel, it seeped into the sand and could not be gathered up at all.

Luo Yun gritted his teeth and changed his approach.

Since pushing it out directly will cause it to dissipate, what if we let the soul power accelerate within the meridians and use its momentum to rush out?

He accelerated the circulation of his soul power, then suddenly thrust it at the end of the meridian in his fingertips—

"hiss--"

A sharp pain exploded from his fingertip, as if someone had plunged a needle deep into it. Luo Yun gasped in pain, instinctively dissipating his soul power, clutching his finger and panting heavily.

pain.

It hurts so much.

The pain wasn't from an external injury; it was a pain that seemed to drill into the bone. He looked down at his index finger; it looked perfectly fine on the outside, but the pain he had felt earlier was definitely real.

"What the hell is this...?"

Luo Yun shook his hand, and the stinging pain slowly subsided after a while.

He stared at his index finger, not moving for a long time.

No wonder there are no body-refining methods in Douluo Continent. This isn't cultivation; it's self-harm. That last attack only used a tiny bit of soul power, and it already hurt this much. If he really channeled all his soul power into his muscles, wouldn't he be in excruciating pain?

He flexed his fingers to make sure they weren't injured, and the initial excitement in his heart cooled down considerably.

The idea is good, but in practice, it doesn't seem to work out that way.

"Never mind, I'll talk about it later." Luo Yun shook his head, closed his eyes again, and continued to cultivate his soul power.

---

In the afternoon, Luo Yun went to Master Fang's shop as usual.

Pushing open the door, I saw Master Fang carving something at his workbench. Seeing me enter, he pointed to the spot next to him without even looking up.

"Today we'll learn about node handling for a second-order heating furnace."

Luo Yun walked over, sat down at the worktable, and picked up the carving knife.

He felt a slight, lingering pain when his fingertips touched the handle. He flexed his fingers, dismissing it, and began carving his practice piece for the day.

After an hour of carving, Master Fang inspected his work and nodded.

"Not bad, more stable than yesterday."

Luo Yun put down his carving knife, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Master Fang, I have a question for you."

"explain."

"Is there any way to improve physical fitness? Like... to make the body stronger and more resilient?"

Master Fang looked up and glanced at him.

"What do you want to do?"

Luo Yun thought for a moment, then decided to tell the truth: "Although my foundation is quite solid now, I feel that my physical strength is still too weak. Everyone says I'm a genius, how can a genius be so weak?"

Master Fang remained silent for a moment, then put down what he was holding.

"have."

Luo Yun's eyes lit up: "What method?"

"Forging iron."

Luo Yun was stunned.

Master Fang pointed to the anvil in the corner of the shop: "That's it. Use an ordinary forging hammer to forge scrap iron into black iron, and then forge the black iron into iron essence."

He paused, then continued, "What do you think those blacksmiths who specialize in forging make a living from? They swing hammers all day long, and after three to five years, their arms are thicker than other people's thighs. Their physique is stronger than yours even without using soul power."

Luo Yun opened his mouth, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Blacksmithing?

A picture suddenly popped into his mind—he was shirtless, standing in front of an anvil, hammering away, shouting something like "Chaotic Cloak Hammering Technique".

"What are you thinking about?" Master Fang's voice brought him back to reality.

"No, it's nothing." Luo Yun quickly shook his head. "I'm just... a little surprised. This method is so simple."

"What's the surprise?" Master Fang said, "Forging is the most grueling job. One hammer blow, and the force of the recoil can make your wrist numb. If you hammer thousands of times a day for a year, see if your physique changes."

He glanced at Luo Yun: "But with your small frame, it's a bit early to start blacksmithing now. Let's wait another two years until your bones are stronger."

Luo Yun nodded, but he was thinking about something else.

Forging iron...

It doesn't seem to work either.

---

When Luo Yun got home that evening, he sat in his room, staring blankly at his right index finger.

He still remembers the pain from the needle prick during the day. But what he cherishes even more is the idea of ​​body tempering.

Forging iron is one method, but that's an external force. What he's thinking about is internal transformation, using soul power to directly temper the body. If that works, the effect will definitely be much stronger than forging iron.

But how can it be done?

He frowned, thinking for a long time but still couldn't come up with a solution.

Never mind, I'll stop thinking about it for now.

With a thought, he summoned the system.

The cooling system, which had been overdrawn for a year, is finally ready.

Although I'm debating whether to overdraw for five years, overdrawing for one year only involves three months of CDs, so it basically has no impact.

Luo Yun didn't hesitate much and chose to overdraw his loan for a year.

[Selection Confirmed: Overdrawing the Future for a Year]

[Simulation begins...]

[Simulation complete]

[Synchronization begins——]

A familiar, warm energy surged into his body, flowing along his meridians. This was the feeling during system synchronization; he had experienced it many times and was already used to it.

As energy surged in, that familiar information appeared—a pair of hands, holding a carving knife, inscribing a magic circle on metal. It was the experience of using a soul tool.

But this time, there's something else.

As the energy surged in, he suddenly felt a strange heat flow, not flowing into his meridians, but rather into... his body?

No, it's seeped into the muscles?

Luo Yun was stunned.

The heat was very faint, like a trickle, flowing slowly through the muscles of his arm along a fixed path. Wherever it passed, the muscles felt a slight soreness, as if something had stretched them open.

Synchronization complete.

Luo Yun opened his eyes and looked down at his right hand.

He tried clenching his fist. It was the same hand, the same muscles, but it felt... a little different?

He couldn't quite put his finger on what was different. It wasn't that his strength had increased, nor that his muscles had hardened, but rather a strange feeling—as if his body had memorized something.

Luo Yun stared at his hands, and a thought slowly surfaced in his mind.

That surge of heat just now...

That path...

He sat up abruptly.

The path that warm current flowed through his muscles just now—wasn't that the "miniature meridian" he tried to channel into his muscles that morning but couldn't?!

Luo Yun's heart suddenly started racing.

He closed his eyes and tried to guide his soul power into his arm muscles, following the path of the heat he had just experienced.

A wisp of soul power separated from the meridians, slowly entering the muscles along that path—

It did not disperse.

That wisp of soul power was like water that had found its way into a river, flowing forward little by little along that invisible "miniature meridian." Although it was slow and only a small section, it was indeed flowing within the muscles and hadn't dissipated.

Luo Yun opened his eyes, his breathing a little unsteady.

"Did my future self... really succeed?"