Chapter 14
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In an unknown location, a wooden table was set out. 3 people sat opposite each other in pondering gazes, as if they watching something far away. A dimly lit floating orb of light pushed the darkness away and shone on their faces, albeit with little intensity.
Each of them was in dazzling robes that illuminated the dark room. One had the colour red, another blue and the last white. The primordial robes each carried a unique majesty, like fluttering starlight.
On each of their robes shined the initials, Du, Chen and Long.
In one of the seats, the red-robed elder grinned, gazing at the blue-robed elder next to him.
"Hehe, Chen Tai can't you see that my idea was great!"
Chen Tai grumbled under his breath as he watched the tournament. Sighing, he said.
"Du Fang, the casualties have already reached a record-breaking amount! I thought that we wanted to recruit disciples, not slaughter them? Isn't that true, Elder Long?"
As they were glaring at each other, Chen Tai, in an abrupt manner, swished his head towards the peaceful old man opposite them. He had a white beard that reached down to his knees, yet skin that shined with vitality. His white robes brought a tranquil atmosphere. As if nothing could faze him.
He smiled before speaking in a kind voice.
"Although it is rather brutal for my taste, some pretty interesting contestants have appeared due to it. After all, fighting hoards of beasts is a great way to grow..."
...
Under the daunting sun, Su Min stood beneath a layer of pounded corpses and mangled organs. He didn't feel tired at all, though, as that strange lifeforce surged through him. Although this was the case, he had used the majority of it in the fight, so only a sliver was still left over.
'Use the essence of the world to cultivate the body...'
Su Min was reminded of something as the Ancient Technique resurfaced into his mind. To cultivate it you focus on an area of the body and force the 'essence', or in this case, the lifeforce, to thread into that area. You can thread it in the bones, the muscle and the skin.
The more lifeforce the muscle and the bone absorb the more golden they become, and this is known as the first stage, it's just that Su Min doesn't exactly know the name of it due to the incomplete inheritance he has. In the case of the skin, he has no idea what would happen. He just hoped that he wouldn't turn golden.
Through the mystical properties of that blurred symbol on Su Min's chest, Su Min could view his body structure, albeit vaguely. He realised something as he gazed at his own body.
'Nothing is golden?'
The truth was that with his current strength he assumed that he would at least have some infused golden muscle fibres, yet he had none. He gasped at the realisations that the innate physical prowess of the race is strong to such a degree. That, and keep in mind that his bodily talent is at the bottom of the scale and can be reformed further.
'Terrifying...'
He couldn't even imagine what a real member of that race would be like, let alone someone who has cultivated to the first stage in bone, muscle and skin.
Gulping, Su Min tried to manipulate the life force that is in his chest, but no matter how hard he tried it wouldn't heed to his command. It was like his mental command had no backbone.
'Maybe due to my body having the lowest talented body of the race, It doesn't have the ability to manipulate the life force? How do I manipulate it then?'
Su Min isn't technically the ancient race nor a human, it was like he was a merge of the two. However, it wasn't balanced, because he is still primarily human. It seemed that the lifeforce would just stay in his chest without doing anything, so Su Min decided to leave it for now. Albeit unwillingly.
Pondering, Su Min looked at the sky to find a countdown once again. It seemed to disregard whether people were still fighting or not and counted down with the same speed.
'7:46: Wave 2'
'7:43'
Realising that he has some breathing time, Su Min went back inside and past the bewildered sword youth. He couldn't go too far from the entrance in case something unexpected happens, so he just sat on a chair.
'Now that I think about it, my intent seems to originate from something deep within my blood. If I really am not human but a 'Martial', then it wouldn't be wrong to assume that the 'awakenings' that I had were due to that. It also means that this intent in me is due to me being such a thing...'
He looked at the book he left on the table and felt that without it he would most likely be dead or insane. It was like it controlled that blood in him and weakened it to a degree that allows him to use it. Thus giving him the intent and its ability.
Before it was like trying to make a kid use a weapon the size of Mt Tai, but now, due to the book, this Mt Tai is but the size of a brick. Although its nothing compared to Mt Tai, it's at least usable and won't crush you if you try to lift it.
'Being called 'The Martial Book' doesn't seem to be a coincidence... I guess I need to become stronger and see whether I can awaken more of that blood and strengthen the intent.'
Most of the desire came from the Ancient Intent in him. By his hypothesis, if he would be able to awaken more of that strange blood in him and strengthening his intent, then he would be able to gain a more talented body! Even a complete inheritance to their techniques!
However, he felt that it couldn't be that easy, as, after all, he has experienced the terror of that black blood almost eating him alive. It was just that, now that he has grasped the significance of the book, he will keep it with him at all times.
*Creak*
The sword youth, with an odd expression, strode in and sat down. He looked at Su Min, who was dripping wet in blood, then at the unconscious Qiu Jin on the floor. Yi Zan, on the other hand, seemed to be nearing wakening up, probably due to the stench that hazed around Su Min.
Looking outside with a wary expression, the sword youth spoke in a soft tone.
"You may not have noticed, but it seems that whenever we kill a beast the symbol above our house gets brighter... And now it looks like a blazing sun compared to everyone else's, so uh..."
The sword youth paused before looking at the dazed Su Min who didn't seem to be listening, but he carried on anyway.
"That means a lot more people can see us!"
His expression was regretful as he spoke but contrary to what he thought Su Min remained emotionless. It seemed as if he was staring into space, deep in thought, and without a care towards the looming threat that they face.
"Mhm..."
"What do you mean by 'mhm'?!"
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In an unknown location, a wooden table was set out. 3 people sat opposite each other in pondering gazes, as if they watching something far away. A dimly lit floating orb of light pushed the darkness away and shone on their faces, albeit with little intensity.
Each of them was in dazzling robes that illuminated the dark room. One had the colour red, another blue and the last white. The primordial robes each carried a unique majesty, like fluttering starlight.
On each of their robes shined the initials, Du, Chen and Long.
In one of the seats, the red-robed elder grinned, gazing at the blue-robed elder next to him.
"Hehe, Chen Tai can't you see that my idea was great!"
Chen Tai grumbled under his breath as he watched the tournament. Sighing, he said.
"Du Fang, the casualties have already reached a record-breaking amount! I thought that we wanted to recruit disciples, not slaughter them? Isn't that true, Elder Long?"
As they were glaring at each other, Chen Tai, in an abrupt manner, swished his head towards the peaceful old man opposite them. He had a white beard that reached down to his knees, yet skin that shined with vitality. His white robes brought a tranquil atmosphere. As if nothing could faze him.
He smiled before speaking in a kind voice.
"Although it is rather brutal for my taste, some pretty interesting contestants have appeared due to it. After all, fighting hoards of beasts is a great way to grow..."
...
Under the daunting sun, Su Min stood beneath a layer of pounded corpses and mangled organs. He didn't feel tired at all, though, as that strange lifeforce surged through him. Although this was the case, he had used the majority of it in the fight, so only a sliver was still left over.
'Use the essence of the world to cultivate the body...'
Su Min was reminded of something as the Ancient Technique resurfaced into his mind. To cultivate it you focus on an area of the body and force the 'essence', or in this case, the lifeforce, to thread into that area. You can thread it in the bones, the muscle and the skin.
The more lifeforce the muscle and the bone absorb the more golden they become, and this is known as the first stage, it's just that Su Min doesn't exactly know the name of it due to the incomplete inheritance he has. In the case of the skin, he has no idea what would happen. He just hoped that he wouldn't turn golden.
Through the mystical properties of that blurred symbol on Su Min's chest, Su Min could view his body structure, albeit vaguely. He realised something as he gazed at his own body.
'Nothing is golden?'
The truth was that with his current strength he assumed that he would at least have some infused golden muscle fibres, yet he had none. He gasped at the realisations that the innate physical prowess of the race is strong to such a degree. That, and keep in mind that his bodily talent is at the bottom of the scale and can be reformed further.
'Terrifying...'
He couldn't even imagine what a real member of that race would be like, let alone someone who has cultivated to the first stage in bone, muscle and skin.
Gulping, Su Min tried to manipulate the life force that is in his chest, but no matter how hard he tried it wouldn't heed to his command. It was like his mental command had no backbone.
'Maybe due to my body having the lowest talented body of the race, It doesn't have the ability to manipulate the life force? How do I manipulate it then?'
Su Min isn't technically the ancient race nor a human, it was like he was a merge of the two. However, it wasn't balanced, because he is still primarily human. It seemed that the lifeforce would just stay in his chest without doing anything, so Su Min decided to leave it for now. Albeit unwillingly.
Pondering, Su Min looked at the sky to find a countdown once again. It seemed to disregard whether people were still fighting or not and counted down with the same speed.
'7:46: Wave 2'
'7:43'
Realising that he has some breathing time, Su Min went back inside and past the bewildered sword youth. He couldn't go too far from the entrance in case something unexpected happens, so he just sat on a chair.
'Now that I think about it, my intent seems to originate from something deep within my blood. If I really am not human but a 'Martial', then it wouldn't be wrong to assume that the 'awakenings' that I had were due to that. It also means that this intent in me is due to me being such a thing...'
He looked at the book he left on the table and felt that without it he would most likely be dead or insane. It was like it controlled that blood in him and weakened it to a degree that allows him to use it. Thus giving him the intent and its ability.
Before it was like trying to make a kid use a weapon the size of Mt Tai, but now, due to the book, this Mt Tai is but the size of a brick. Although its nothing compared to Mt Tai, it's at least usable and won't crush you if you try to lift it.
'Being called 'The Martial Book' doesn't seem to be a coincidence... I guess I need to become stronger and see whether I can awaken more of that blood and strengthen the intent.'
Most of the desire came from the Ancient Intent in him. By his hypothesis, if he would be able to awaken more of that strange blood in him and strengthening his intent, then he would be able to gain a more talented body! Even a complete inheritance to their techniques!
However, he felt that it couldn't be that easy, as, after all, he has experienced the terror of that black blood almost eating him alive. It was just that, now that he has grasped the significance of the book, he will keep it with him at all times.
*Creak*
The sword youth, with an odd expression, strode in and sat down. He looked at Su Min, who was dripping wet in blood, then at the unconscious Qiu Jin on the floor. Yi Zan, on the other hand, seemed to be nearing wakening up, probably due to the stench that hazed around Su Min.
Looking outside with a wary expression, the sword youth spoke in a soft tone.
"You may not have noticed, but it seems that whenever we kill a beast the symbol above our house gets brighter... And now it looks like a blazing sun compared to everyone else's, so uh..."
The sword youth paused before looking at the dazed Su Min who didn't seem to be listening, but he carried on anyway.
"That means a lot more people can see us!"
His expression was regretful as he spoke but contrary to what he thought Su Min remained emotionless. It seemed as if he was staring into space, deep in thought, and without a care towards the looming threat that they face.
"Mhm..."
"What do you mean by 'mhm'?!"
In an unknown location, a wooden table was set out. 3 people sat opposite each other in pondering gazes, as if they watching something far away. A dimly lit floating orb of light pushed the darkness away and shone on their faces, albeit with little intensity.Each of them was in dazzling robes that illuminated the dark room. One had the colour red, another blue and the last white. The primordial robes each carried a unique majesty, like fluttering starlight.On each of their robes shined the initials, Du, Chen and Long.In one of the seats, the red-robed elder grinned, gazing at the blue-robed elder next to him."Hehe, Chen Tai can't you see that my idea was great!"Chen Tai grumbled under his breath as he watched the tournament. Sighing, he said."Du Fang, the casualties have already reached a record-breaking amount! I thought that we wanted to recruit disciples, not slaughter them? Isn't that true, Elder Long?"As they were glaring at each other, Chen Tai, in an abrupt manner, swished his head towards the peaceful old man opposite them. He had a white beard that reached down to his knees, yet skin that shined with vitality. His white robes brought a tranquil atmosphere. As if nothing could faze him.He smiled before speaking in a kind voice."Although it is rather brutal for my taste, some pretty interesting contestants have appeared due to it. After all, fighting hoards of beasts is a great way to grow..."...Under the daunting sun, Su Min stood beneath a layer of pounded corpses and mangled organs. He didn't feel tired at all, though, as that strange lifeforce surged through him. Although this was the case, he had used the majority of it in the fight, so only a sliver was still left over.'Use the essence of the world to cultivate the body...'Su Min was reminded of something as the Ancient Technique resurfaced into his mind. To cultivate it you focus on an area of the body and force the 'essence', or in this case, the lifeforce, to thread into that area. You can thread it in the bones, the muscle and the skin.The more lifeforce the muscle and the bone absorb the more golden they become, and this is known as the first stage, it's just that Su Min doesn't exactly know the name of it due to the incomplete inheritance he has. In the case of the skin, he has no idea what would happen. He just hoped that he wouldn't turn golden.Through the mystical properties of that blurred symbol on Su Min's chest, Su Min could view his body structure, albeit vaguely. He realised something as he gazed at his own body.'Nothing is golden?'The truth was that with his current strength he assumed that he would at least have some infused golden muscle fibres, yet he had none. He gasped at the realisations that the innate physical prowess of the race is strong to such a degree. That, and keep in mind that his bodily talent is at the bottom of the scale and can be reformed further.'Terrifying...'He couldn't even imagine what a real member of that race would be like, let alone someone who has cultivated to the first stage in bone, muscle and skin.Gulping, Su Min tried to manipulate the life force that is in his chest, but no matter how hard he tried it wouldn't heed to his command. It was like his mental command had no backbone.'Maybe due to my body having the lowest talented body of the race, It doesn't have the ability to manipulate the life force? How do I manipulate it then?'Su Min isn't technically the ancient race nor a human, it was like he was a merge of the two. However, it wasn't balanced, because he is still primarily human. It seemed that the lifeforce would just stay in his chest without doing anything, so Su Min decided to leave it for now. Albeit unwillingly.Pondering, Su Min looked at the sky to find a countdown once again. It seemed to disregard whether people were still fighting or not and counted down with the same speed.'7:46: Wave 2''7:43'Realising that he has some breathing time, Su Min went back inside and past the bewildered sword youth. He couldn't go too far from the entrance in case something unexpected happens, so he just sat on a chair.'Now that I think about it, my intent seems to originate from something deep within my blood. If I really am not human but a 'Martial', then it wouldn't be wrong to assume that the 'awakenings' that I had were due to that. It also means that this intent in me is due to me being such a thing...'He looked at the book he left on the table and felt that without it he would most likely be dead or insane. It was like it controlled that blood in him and weakened it to a degree that allows him to use it. Thus giving him the intent and its ability.Before it was like trying to make a kid use a weapon the size of Mt Tai, but now, due to the book, this Mt Tai is but the size of a brick. Although its nothing compared to Mt Tai, it's at least usable and won't crush you if you try to lift it.'Being called 'The Martial Book' doesn't seem to be a coincidence... I guess I need to become stronger and see whether I can awaken more of that blood and strengthen the intent.'Most of the desire came from the Ancient Intent in him. By his hypothesis, if he would be able to awaken more of that strange blood in him and strengthening his intent, then he would be able to gain a more talented body! Even a complete inheritance to their techniques!However, he felt that it couldn't be that easy, as, after all, he has experienced the terror of that black blood almost eating him alive. It was just that, now that he has grasped the significance of the book, he will keep it with him at all times.*Creak*The sword youth, with an odd expression, strode in and sat down. He looked at Su Min, who was dripping wet in blood, then at the unconscious Qiu Jin on the floor. Yi Zan, on the other hand, seemed to be nearing wakening up, probably due to the stench that hazed around Su Min.Looking outside with a wary expression, the sword youth spoke in a soft tone."You may not have noticed, but it seems that whenever we kill a beast the symbol above our house gets brighter... And now it looks like a blazing sun compared to everyone else's, so uh..."The sword youth paused before looking at the dazed Su Min who didn't seem to be listening, but he carried on anyway."That means a lot more people can see us!"His expression was regretful as he spoke but contrary to what he thought Su Min remained emotionless. It seemed as if he was staring into space, deep in thought, and without a care towards the looming threat that they face."Mhm...""What do you mean by 'mhm'?!"
