Chapter 1 Young Spiritless Master (2/2)

Cultivation methods were absolutely necessary for warriors. Those who mastered skills had great advantages in battles.

Ricky knew cultivation methods were divided into varying levels, including Yellow Level, Black Level, Earth Level and Heaven Level methods. The Yellow Level was the lowest, while the Heaven Level was the highest. Ricky had no idea if there was any level higher than the Heaven Level. But he knew that cultivation methods at each level were classified into inferior, intermediate and advanced stage.

Every time when he made a fist move, he was contemplating how to raise enough whizzing to enhance his power.

Through years of arduous cultivation, Ricky, in fact, had figured out how to bring the might of his fists into full play for quite a long period. But now, the might of his Whiz Fist appeared quite weak. Of course, he knew it was because that he almost didn't have any blood vitality inside his petite body.

Blood vitality was essential for a cultivator to give his power into play. However high the level a cultivator had reached, a warrior's physical strength depended on blood vitality.

For someone with Ricky's ambition, it was needful to have blood vitality replenished by cultivation and food, especially meat and blood. However, it was also reported among the more spiritually inclined that a powerful master could directly restore their blood vitality by absorbing nimbus from the universe. Such a master would not have to rely so much on cultivation or nutrition.

Unfortunately, Ricky was but a humble, less spiritually endowed young master. Even worse, after his father's fall from grace, it was even impossible for the clan to offer him cultivation resources and nutrition for his advancement.

Could Ricky hunt beasts on mountains by himself? This would be more impossible. Since he was only at the first grade of Skin Refinement and physically weak in his current situation, there was no hope in sight that he would get anything. At this rate, it was likely he would end up neglected, ostracized and left to die a slow painful death from hunger. If not, then there was the chance of a beast mauling him to an even more painful death.

At the mere thought of the grim realities ahead, his anger, like a pot of brew, began to boil. In his eyes, vicious hatred took over. He pounded the wooden pile more ferociously until his fists began to bleed.

”Ahh! There's never a chance that I'm going to be reconciled!”

Soon, he bounced against the reaction force of the wooden pile, until at long last, he fell to the ground.

Deep in him, he knew that he almost had no blood vitality. He knew it all along. The real question was, what could he do about this? Sadly the answer was absolutely nothing!

The whole situation left him feeling helpless.

”Unless you enter the tiger's den, you can't catch its cub,” he shouted at the top of his voice. By now, he had been lying there on the ground for quite a while, his eyes being as cold as snow.

While he lay on the ground, he had decided to go hunting for food in the mountains, the next day. If he only stayed and cultivated inside this small yard, he would reach a higher level. But for peak physical strength, he had no other way, but to take the risk and go hunting for blood vitality.

In addition, blood vitality was the only ticket for his return to form.

Whichever way, it was better for him to do something than to sit around in a pity party.

Entranced in what his next move should be, he didn't notice the blood on his palms flowing along his arms. He had forgotten about it all after he fell down. For a moment, he looked at the white bracelet around his right wrist. But he had never known which material the bracelet was made of.

As the blood flowed down his palm to the wrist in rivulets, the white bracelet arrested the flow by completely absorbing every trace that reached it.

Gradually, the white bracelet turned blood red. Not just that. It also began to heat up.

”What's wrong?” Ricky asked, startled at the burning sensation on his wrist. Then, he lifted his arm up to take a look.

What he saw was even more alarming. Slowly, the blood soaked bracelet was fusing into his wrist.

”What the...” Ricky stammered, scared out of wits by what was happening. What would he do?

In a short time, while worried and wondered, he found that the bracelet disappeared, fusing completely into his wrist.