Heavenly Thunder Body

"What… is this?"

He Yiming frowned as he examined the massive contraption before him.

It was enormous, nearly eight meters long and just as wide. The material looked metallic but had an unusual sheen, as if infused with something beyond the mundane.

To the left, a conveyor belt stretched out, clearly designed to transport raw stone. To the right, an exit where the finished product would emerge. At the heart of the machine lay a control panel, its dials and levers allowing precise adjustments to the length, width, and shape of whatever was being processed.

After a few moments of studying its structure, He Yiming understood its function.

"This… is incredible."

It was exactly what the name suggested,a masonry cutter.

Feed raw stone into one end, set the parameters, and the machine would cut, shape, or even fuse the material automatically. But what truly made it special were the formations inscribed onto every tile it produced.

Each block had three unique properties:

Lightweight—For one hour after formation, the block's weight would be reduced to a mere tenth of its original mass, making transport effortless.

Modular—Each tile could snap together seamlessly with others, like an intricate puzzle.

Fusion—After an hour, adjacent blocks would merge into a single, solid structure, restoring their original weight.

With this, paving roads, constructing training grounds, or even building entire dormitories would become effortless.

He Yiming exhaled, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. The pieces were finally falling into place. The sign-in rewards were all about expanding and strengthening the sect, while quest rewards directly boosted his personal power.

The reclamation of the spiritual field… That quest had to be completed, no matter what. Even if it meant working through the night, he wouldn't let it slip through his fingers.

But just as he stepped outside, his thoughts screeched to a halt.

Something was wrong.

A thick, acrid stench assaulted his senses, so potent and vile that he nearly gagged.

His first instinct was disbelief.

The players… They wouldn't actually cook shit, right?

Yet, as he turned the corner, his worst fears were realized.

The sect square had become a fully operational, industrial-scale shit-processing facility.

"Freshly refined Shit Dan! Get yours while it's hot!"

"One per person! Line up if you want to cultivate shit!"

"Three sacks of dung delivered! Dropping them here!"

"Alright! Fire up the cauldrons!"

More than a dozen massive pots boiled over open flames, sending thick, nauseating fumes into the air. The smell was beyond comprehension,a tangible, suffocating force that seemed to seep into one's very soul.

A long line of players, some wearing makeshift cloth masks, carried sacks of War Hunchback Beast dung up the mountain.

One particularly dedicated player, nostrils stuffed with herbs, expertly dumped a fresh sack into a bubbling pot, added more firewood, and stirred with the practiced grace of a seasoned chef.

He Yiming stood frozen.

They were actually cooking shit.

His mind refused to process it.

Why?

Why were they doing this?

Were they tired of War Hunchback Beast hot pot? Had they developed some twisted fetishs? Had they truly gone insane?

A creeping sense of existential crisis took hold.

Then he overheard their conversations.

"Big bro, you're amazing! You've cooked dozens of pots already!"

"Don't judge by the smell! Once you taste it, it's just like stinky tofu,horrible scent, but amazing flavor!"

"Get lost!!!"

He Yiming nearly collapsed on the spot.

He was seconds away from ordering them to stop this madness when a system notification chimed.

[Mission Complete!]

[Evaluation: S!]

[Reward: Special Physique – Heavenly Thunder Body!]

His thoughts ground to a halt.

…What?

He had received a reward for this?

A wave of energy surged through his body as the system details unfolded.

The Thunder Spirit Vein granted an affinity with lightning. The Thunder Spirit Body allowed absorption of weak thunder energy. But the Heavenly Thunder Body? That was an entirely different realm.

Lightning crackled beneath his skin.

This physique would allow him to withstand heavenly tribulation itself. If cultivated to completion, he could wield thunder as his own power.

If he reached the Heavenly Pill Realm, he wouldn't just endure lightning،he would command it.

Even the Azure Emperor Immortal Body, his primary cultivation method, paled in some aspects. While its true power would only manifest at higher realms, the Heavenly Thunder Body was already active.

He clenched his fists, feeling the storm raging within him.

Then he turned back to the players.

They had also noticed him.

"Shit! Brother Ming is here!"

"Fuck, he must be pissed!"

"We just cooked shit in front of the main npc… He's definitely gonna kill us."

Several players hesitated, hands still clutching ladles. Some instinctively took a step back.

Because, let's be honest,if someone built massive cauldrons in front of your house and started boiling literal shit, wouldn't you want to kill them on the spot?