14 Life Force (1/2)
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...”
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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.