Chapter 503: Mishap at work (2/2)
While I could only speak about those few books that I picked, I honestly doubted that the records of shipping certain groups of disciples from the island to the continent, along with the detailed costs of making them appear as worthless could belong to anyone acquaintances with the heavenly city!
Looking at the other scroll, I found a list of disciples subjected to various tests under the guise of ancestral teachings, with only the third scroll detailing the specifics of the technique clearly foreign to the locals.
Thinking about this, the way to use the energy back in the cultivation part of the world relied on reinforcing the body to the point where it was capable of holding immense soul of a cultivator and then using the prowess of said soul to manipulate the energy. When talking about the Vivaci tribe, they initially infused their body with the energy they cultivated in their core, only to focus at a specific part of their body corresponding to the most prominent attribute of the guardian beast they worshipped.
As for the technique in the manual…
”By infusing enough energy in Jidai, Leniar and Gukken points of one's aura, one will be able to create a negative vortex. By reinforcing it by circulating the energy through Uler and Cyen aura points, the vortex will become resilient enough to be used as a portable armour.”
Just this random line that I found in the middle of the book was enough to confirm that there was no way that those records could belong to any of the local sects!
Yet just as I was about to put the books away and find a fitting place from where I could start methodically browsing through all the novels to infuse them into my database log, I felt a shiver going down my spine.
Recognising the familiar feeling of danger, I didn't dare to take the incoming hit on my chest with the hopes that my increased resistance would be enough to fend of the attack.
Dodging to the side, I could see how a bolt of energy, similar to what I just imagined this ”vortex” to be swished past the place where my body was just a moment ago. Instantly turning my head around as to locate the source of the attack, I saw a corner of a robe that instantly disappeared behind one of the long bookshelves.
Did some of the continentals survive the onslaught of their comfortable place by working around the books?
While some might consider it a mishap, a mistake during work, I couldn't see it as anything else but an opportunity! The books could wait, but if I allowed this chance of mine to learn about the reality and customs of the continent slip through my fingers, I would never forgive myself!
After all, what one could learn from a human and from books, greatly differed!