rule one

Chapter 6: Early Talent

Time flowed by, Eryndor was now two months old.

By this time, he had memorized all the simple one-syllable words he had been taught. His handwriting had also reached a decent level—not as beautiful as the calligraphy models he studied, but still impressive, especially considering the difficulty he faced holding the brush with his tiny hands.

At two months, Eryndor's growth was evident. He had begun speaking short sentences rather than single words, allowing him to hold basic conversations with his mother, Serene Skyshade. This delighted her to no end, leaving her pleasantly surprised and overjoyed. Her son's ability to speak so early, coupled with his intelligence and adorable demeanor, melted her heart completely. His sweet, innocent charm was impossible to resist.

With his growing grasp of the language, Eryndor also learned his name in this life—Jin Eryndor—and began to understand his status within the sect. The realization of his identity and place in the Skyshade Sanctum marked an important step forward in his journey in this new world.

"I hope my parents in the old world are healthy and happy. Now, I must live for myself in this life. Serene Skyshade and Jin Valen are good parents—they've given me a true sense of family and love. The Alex of the past is gone; now, only Jin Eryndor remains."

Eryndor sighed inwardly, making his decision. From this moment on, Alex and Jin Eryndor were one and the same. He was Jin Eryndor, and he resolved to live this life to the fullest, to reach the pinnacle of existence, and to make waves in this new world.

With this realization settled, Eryndor returned to his studies, learning the language and writing under the guidance of his mother, Serene. His solid foundation allowed him to progress rapidly. Within just two weeks, Eryndor had completely mastered the human language and script of this world, setting the stage for even greater achievements. 

At just two months and two weeks old, Jin Eryndor could already sit up and crawl on his own. Walking was still beyond his abilities, but it was only a matter of time. His rapid progress owed much to the spiritual energy of this world. The abundant qi infused all living things, and his mother's nourishment was unparalleled—milk from a Nascent Soul cultivator was beyond anything ordinary.

It was like comparing a child fed on an unknown, low-quality local formula to one raised on premium, renowned international milk. Naturally, the latter would grow healthier and smarter, provided both children had the same starting conditions.

Eryndor didn't limit himself to reading and writing. In fact, he was exceptionally active—or at least, that's how his mother saw him. Whenever he wasn't studying, Eryndor would crawl tirelessly, determined to increase his physical activity and accelerate his growth.

His goal was clear: build strength and develop quickly. He believed that once he could walk, the possibilities for what he could achieve would multiply exponentially. 

Effort paid off. By the time Jin Eryndor reached three months old, he had begun to take his first tentative steps, holding onto tables, chairs, or the wall for support. These wobbly steps marked his first stride into a new stage of life.

Serene Skyshade was overjoyed to see him starting to walk, though she couldn't help but feel a bit anxious. Sitting in the grand hall, she kept her eyes glued to Eryndor, ready to intervene at any sign of him falling. With the convenience of cultivation, she didn't need to run after him; a simple use of her telekinetic control could steady him before any mishap occurred.

Eryndor's persistent efforts bore fruit. By three months and one week, he was walking confidently on his own.

In his previous life, Eryndor didn't remember what it was like to be a toddler. But in this life, he fully experienced the joy of growing up as a small child. Each day brought noticeable progress, tiny achievements, and a sense of accomplishment.

With no worries about food or clothing and his every need lovingly attended to, Eryndor felt a deep sense of contentment. His heart was light, and his face was always adorned with a bright, carefree smile.

Evening, Dining Room

After finishing his milk, Jin Eryndor looked up at his mother and said, "Mother, I want to read more books. I heard from Sister that our sect has a library. I want lots of books!"

By now, Eryndor was a bit older and nearing the time when he could wean off milk. He found the idea of drinking milk all day increasingly embarrassing. The "Sister" he mentioned, of course, referred to Easton Seraphine. Though she had never mentioned the library to him, he figured it wouldn't hurt to use her as an excuse—his mother wasn't likely to question it too deeply.

"Alright. What kind of books does Dori want to read?" Serene Skyshade asked with a gentle smile, not rejecting his request.

"I want to choose for myself. Is that okay, Mother?" Eryndor replied eagerly.

Before Serene could respond, Jin Valen quickly chimed in, "No problem! Tomorrow, I'll take you to the library myself. You can pick whatever books you like. How does that sound? Excited?"

"Father, you are the best!" Eryndor exclaimed, shamelessly flattering him.

"Haha!" Jin Valen burst into laughter, clearly pleased with his son's response. After a moment, he said, "Alright, Dori, let Father take you to bed."

With that, Jin Valen scooped up Eryndor, carrying him off for the night, both father and son in high spirits. 

After speaking, Jin Valen carried Eryndor into the inner room to settle him for the night. At this stage in life, eating, reading, and sleeping were Eryndor's three primary tasks. He also noticed that he really enjoyed sleeping—probably a common trait among children.

Once Eryndor was tucked in, Jin Valen returned to the living room and sat across from Serene Skyshade, sipping a cup of tea.

"Dori truly is exceptionally intelligent. I know others with children, but none of them seem to wrap up things as quickly as he does,"

Jin Valen remarked, his tone a mix of pride and slight concern.

He was, of course, referring to other cultivators' children. Eryndor's intelligence bordered on the extraordinary, almost unnervingly so, which made Jin a little uneasy.

Serene, after a moment of thought, responded calmly,

"It's nothing to worry about. No matter what happens, he's our son. The two of us, both Nascent Soul cultivators, can more than protect him. Besides, being a little more intelligent is a good thing—it'll help him avoid unnecessary losses in the future."

Her words carried a firm sense of protection and resolve. Given their status in the sect, as long as Eryndor didn't do anything unforgivable, like betraying his masters or breaking sect rules, his path to growth would be secure.

Even in the unlikely event that he provoked a Soul Transformation elder, the Skyshade Sanctum had its own Soul Transformation ancestor in secluded cultivation. Coupled with the sect's protective formation, they weren't defenseless. The sect's strength ensured that their son's future was promising, as long as he stayed within reason.

Jin Valen sighed with a hint of regret. "It's a shame that Dori's talent is a bit lacking; if only it were better…"

"Even with lesser talent, there's always my alchemy to make up for it. You don't need to worry about that," Serene Skyshade responded confidently. As a core disciple of the Alchemy Peak's master, she had every reason to believe in her abilities. "I'm certain Dori will achieve great things in the future."

On the Celestial Veil Continent, a person's aptitude for cultivation was judged primarily by two factors: whether they possessed a spiritual root and how well they harmonized with spiritual energy. Spiritual roots were not inherently tied to any specific attribute; attributes were determined later by the cultivation methods one practiced.

The spiritual root served as the core through which cultivators absorbed spiritual energy. Measuring aptitude was typically done using specialized tools, such as the measuring rod Jin Valen had used when Eryndor was born.

The scale ranged from 1 to 9, with 1 being the lowest aptitude and 9 the highest. Eryndor's measurement of 4 placed him at the lower-middle tier, considered average at best.

The quality of one's spiritual root significantly impacts the early stages of cultivation, determining how quickly or slowly a cultivator progresses. At least until the Core Formation Stage, aptitude plays a crucial role.

To illustrate: if a cultivator with a 1-point harmony with spiritual energy can absorb 1 unit of qi per hour, then:

2 points absorb 2 units/hour3 points absorb 3 units/hour4 points absorb 5 units/hour5 points absorb 7 units/hour6 points absorb 9 units/hour7 points absorb 12 units/hour8 points absorb 15 units/hour9 points—the peak—absorb 20 units/hour, representing a qualitative leap in cultivation ability.A high-grade spiritual root is exceedingly rare. A middle-grade root might appear in one among ten thousand cultivators, while a high-grade root is found in one among a hundred million. The rarest, peak-grade roots, are once-in-a-century occurrences, producing prodigies who often determine the rise or fall of entire sects.

For two individuals starting at the same time, the one with better aptitude absorbs spiritual energy two to three times faster, breaking through stages earlier. This grants them better sect resources, superior cultivation techniques, and greater opportunities to hone their combat skills, creating a snowball effect.

In the Foundation Establishment Stage, this disparity is especially pronounced, as this period is mainly about accumulating energy to lay the groundwork for future cultivation. Those with better aptitude are supported by their sects, enabling them to race ahead, leaving others struggling far behind. However, after the Core Formation Stage, aptitude plays a less critical role. Factors such as resources (treasures, companions, techniques, and environment), personal mindset, luck, and unique opportunities become far more significant. Ultimately, how far a cultivator progresses depends on their determination and effort.

Eryndor, of course, was unaware of all this. He slept peacefully, dreaming of the books he would explore in the library the next day.

Cultivation was his purpose in this life, and Eryndor was determined to give it his all.

Chapter 7: A Wonderful Cultivation World

Early in the morning, Jin Eryndor woke up to find the sun already high in the sky.

Outside his window, birds chirped cheerfully as they hopped from branch to branch, filling the air with their melodious songs.

As if she knew exactly when he'd wake, Serene Skyshade entered the room just as Eryndor stirred. She approached his bed, picked him up, and carried him off to wash his face. Although Eryndor could already walk on his own, he was still a very small child. He didn't mind letting his mother take care of him, and before long, his face was clean, his clothes were changed, and his hair was neatly combed.

Usually, by the time Eryndor woke, his father was already out of the house. But today was different—Jin Valen was still home, clearly waiting to take him to the Library Pavilion as promised.

When Serene brought Eryndor into the main room, Jin Valen greeted them with a smile. "Dori, today we're going to the Library. Serene, let me carry him," he said, reaching for Eryndor.

Eryndor was handed over to his father, who held him securely. Jin Valen then summoned his flying sword, and with a light step, they took to the skies, heading toward the Library.

The Skyshade Sanctum was built across a series of towering mountain peaks at the edge of the Endless Mountain Range. The terrain was majestic, with layers of mountains stretching as far as the eye could see. The Library Pavilion was situated on an unnamed peak, centrally located between the inner and outer sect areas.

Jin Valen carried Jin Eryndor as they flew through the sky. After a short flight, they arrived at the Library Pavilion.

Guarding the pavilion was an elderly man with a long, snowy-white beard and hair, seated on a simple wooden stool. In front of him was a small table holding a few books and a tea set. Despite his age, the old man's eyes were sharp and lively. Stroking his beard, he exuded an air of wisdom and tranquility befitting a cultivator.

When he saw Jin Valen approaching, the elder smiled warmly and said, "So, this is Eryndor? What an adorable little one. He will surely become a pillar of the sect in the future."

Jin Valen returned the smile and replied, "You flatter him, Elder Willow. I'm here to pick out a few books for Eryndor from the first floor. I hope that's alright."

"Oh?" The elder raised an eyebrow, a faint gleam flashing through his sharp eyes before quickly subsiding. "Eryndor is only a few months old and can already understand books?" Stroking his beard thoughtfully, he added, "Hmm, his mental strength does seem to be a bit higher than usual."

His tone carried a hint of curiosity and approval, though he kept his thoughts to himself, observing the child with interest. 

Eryndor felt a wave of energy sweep over his body, leaving him with a slight shiver. Under its scrutiny, he felt completely exposed, as if nothing about him could remain hidden from the elder's penetrating gaze.

"This old man must be a true expert," Eryndor thought to himself, his mind racing.

The Library Pavilion was a critical location for the sect, and it made sense that Elder Willow, its guardian, was no ordinary cultivator. Observing how even his father, a Nascent Soul cultivator, treated the elder with respect, Eryndor gained a clearer understanding of his standing. Furthermore, Elder Willow seemed to be ever-present at the Library Pavilion. He hadn't even attended the Sect Master's celebration for Eryndor's birth, which made Eryndor suspect two possibilities:

Guarding the Library Pavilion was a critical duty, requiring his constant presence.Elder Willow's rank and status were so high that attending such events was unnecessary for someone of his standing.Eryndor leaned toward the latter.

"Dori not only understands books, but he can also write and hold conversations!" Jin Valen said proudly, turning toward Eryndor. "Dori, greet Elder Willow."

Without hesitation, Eryndor, ever polite and sweet, said in his soft, babyish voice, "Hello, Elder Willow. I hope we'll meet often in the future. Please take care of me!"

"Haha! Truly extraordinary!" Elder Willow laughed heartily, clearly impressed. "To be this articulate at such a young age—your future in cultivation will surely be bright. Alright, go ahead and browse. Once you find something you like, let me know so I can register it. You'll receive a copied version to take with you."

His warm smile and kind tone made Eryndor feel welcomed, while his words hinted at high expectations for the young child's future.

Jin Valen nodded slightly and walked inside. Although it was still early in the morning, a few outer disciples were already scattered around the Library Pavilion, quietly reading through various books. When they saw Jin Valen enter, they quickly stood and bowed respectfully before returning to their studies.

Jin Valen turned to Eryndor and asked,

"Dori, what kind of books do you want to read?"

Eryndor thought for a moment before replying innocently,

"Father, can we take all the books home to read?"

Jin Valen's eyes widened in disbelief. I just praised you for being smart, and now you ask such a silly question? He sighed internally. Technically, it was possible—these books weren't particularly important. Any truly valuable texts wouldn't be kept on the first floor of the Library Pavilion. However, it would be embarrassing to haul back so many books at once. Besides, there was no way Eryndor could read through all of them.

"Dori," Jin Valen said patiently,

"how can you possibly read so many books at once? Let's take a few home first. Once you finish them, we can come back for more."

Eryndor's eyes darted mischievously as he rolled his eyes.

"Then how about taking half of them home?" he suggested, a cheeky grin on his face.

This time, Jin Valen was completely speechless.

After much back-and-forth, and under Eryndor's relentless pleading, Jin Valen eventually relented. He ended up taking one-fifth of the Library Pavilion's first-floor collection, carefully storing the books in his spatial ring before bringing them over to Elder Willow for registration.

Elder Willow, upon seeing the sheer volume of books Jin Valen was borrowing, couldn't help but widen his eyes in disbelief.

What in the world? Are you planning to use these books as kindling? he thought.

Most disciples borrowed one or two books at a time, but Jin Valen was casually taking one-fifth of the entire first-floor collection.

And to think you're an elder—what a scene you've caused.

Despite his internal grumbling, Elder Willow dutifully processed the request, completing the registration for Jin Valen. Once the process was finished, Jin stored all the books back into his ring, mounted his flying sword, and headed home.

The moment they arrived, Eryndor couldn't wait to dive into the books. He eagerly pulled them out and began exploring. The collection covered a vast range of topics—history, geography, cultivation techniques, spiritual beasts, miscellaneous writings, and more. Among them, Eryndor even discovered a book introducing the world of mortal martial artists, describing figures known as "masters of the martial arts."

His eyes lit up as he flipped through the pages, his excitement growing with every discovery.

The Skyshade Sanctum was a prominent sect in the cultivation world, known for its strength and heritage. Its foundation was guarded by a Soul Transformation Realm ancestor, who remained in seclusion most of the time, focused on pursuing higher cultivation realms and rarely involving themselves in worldly matters.

The sect's current leader, Sect Master Long Valen, was at the late Nascent Soul Stage (8th layer). To outsiders, he was simply known as a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, though his exact level remained unclear. Long Valen rarely left the sect and seldom engaged in duels or confrontations.

The sect had ten inner elders, each commanding great respect and influence.

Skyshade Sanctum's primary structure spanned seven main peaks, each representing a specific focus of cultivation:

Alchemy PeakArtifact Refinement Peak Talisman Peak Array Peak (Formation Peak)Restriction Peak (Forbidden Peak)Sword Peak Main Peak – The administrative and spiritual center of the sect.Each peak typically had one or two direct disciples, chosen from the best among the sect's many cultivators.

Cultivation and Longevity

Jin Eryndor eagerly turned the pages of his book, soaking up the knowledge about cultivation basics. One section detailed the expected lifespans of cultivators based on their stages:

Qi Refinement Perfection: 100 yearsFoundation Establishment Perfection: 150 yearsCore Formation Perfection: 300 yearsNascent Soul Perfection: 500 yearsSoul Transformation: 1,000 yearsEryndor read with fascination, his young mind marveling at the idea of extending life through cultivation. This newfound understanding fueled his determination to pursue the path of cultivation with even greater focus.

The Skyshade Sanctum specialized in swordsmanship, marking it as a formidable cultivation sect. While not among the absolute elite sects, which had two or three Soul Transformation ancestors, it was firmly in the second tier of powerful sects. Comparable sects included:

One Sword Sect, which also focused on swordsmanship.Golden Blade Sect, renowned for its mastery of blade techniques.Dawnspire Order, which specialized in spellcasting.These four sects maintained a long-standing rivalry. Their disciples often competed with each other, striving to prove their superiority in various disciplines. However, while each sect excelled in a specific focus, they weren't deficient in other areas like formations, talismans, or alchemy—they were simply less adept compared to their primary specialization.

Every major cultivation sect held recruitment drives once every five years, accepting new disciples aged six or older. This age requirement wasn't just arbitrary—it was rooted in cultivation principles. Starting cultivation before six could lead to stunted growth, both physically and spiritually. As a result, all cultivation sects agreed to only accept disciples six years or older.

At Skyshade Sanctum, new disciples were provided with a year of foundational resources to kickstart their journey. Upon entry, each disciple received:

One Meridian Unblocking PillOne Qi Gathering PillOne Low-Grade Spirit StoneA foundational cultivation manualGuidelines for cultivation practicesAlso a monthly One Qi Gathering Pill and one Low-Grade Spirit StoneThese resources were guaranteed for disciples with average talent. Those with superior aptitude were directly admitted as outer disciples, bypassing the need to complete mundane tasks for the sect. 

New disciples had one year to reach Qi Refinement Stage 5 to qualify as outer disciples. Those who failed to meet this standard had to undertake sect tasks to earn resources for their cultivation.

Task Requirements: After the first year, disciples needed to complete at least 20 sect tasks per month.Rewards: Tasks offered small rewards, which, when accumulated, could be exchanged for cultivation resources.Many disciples without family backing opted to start taking tasks even within their first year. By doing so, they could accumulate additional resources to strengthen their cultivation base, giving themselves a better chance to progress before their time ran out.

This system ensured that even disciples with modest talent had opportunities to grow, provided they were diligent and resourceful.

New disciples received a Meridian Unblocking Pill, which was used to clear their meridians and prepare their bodies for cultivation. How many meridians could be opened depended on the quality of the pill and the disciple's individual aptitude. As long as a single meridian or even just one acupoint was cleared, the disciple could attempt to draw spiritual energy into their body, officially stepping into the Qi Refinement Stage as an entry-level cultivator.

The Qi Refinement Stage primarily focused on absorbing spiritual energy into the body and progressively unblocking the meridians. Depending on the cultivation method practiced, the number of meridians cleared could vary. However, all disciples needed to eventually unblock the 12 primary meridians, which marked the peak of the Qi Refinement Stage. Achieving this opened the path to further breakthroughs.

For disciples with exceptional talent, senior sect members or elders often provided assistance during this phase, helping them to unblock one meridian. This initial support gave these gifted disciples a significant head start on their cultivation journey.

However, such assistance was limited to unblocking a single meridian. Forcing the process beyond that point was highly dangerous. Excessive external intervention could not only fail to benefit the disciple but could also result in long-term harm. The risks included physical injury, impediments to future cultivation, and—most critically—the loss of personal insight into the process of unblocking meridians and developing bodily awareness. These losses could create severe obstacles in the disciple's cultivation later on, undermining their long-term potential.

Although, while assistance could provide a helpful boost, it was vital for each disciple to experience and understand the process of meridian unblocking themselves, building a strong foundation for their future path.

Chapter 8: "I will train in internal energy."

After reading for a while, Jin Eryndor had gained a basic understanding of the common knowledge and structure of the cultivation world. However, one particular fact left him utterly dejected: CULTIVATING BEFORE THE AGE OF SIX COULD LEAD TO STUNTED GROWTH !

"Why didn't the novels I read before mention this?"Eryndor thought, thoroughly perplexed. "Just when I'm eager to dive into cultivation, it turns out there's such a restriction?"

His mind filled with questions, Eryndor looked over to his mother, who was leisurely sitting at a table, nibbling on pastries and sipping tea, her expression one of pure enjoyment. Unable to hold back, Eryndor asked, "Mother, I read in a book that cultivating before the age of six makes you more likely to be short later on. Why is that?"

Serene Skyshade, caught off guard by the question, paused mid-sip. She set her teacup down gracefully and smiled. "Dori, that's because a child's body hasn't fully matured yet. Before the age of six, the bones, meridians, and organs are still growing and developing. Starting cultivation too early disrupts this natural growth."

"When mortals first begin cultivating, the process involves drawing spiritual energy into their bodies, guiding it through their meridians, and nurturing their physical form. This initial stage is a crucial foundation. Over time, even without focusing on body refinement, a cultivator's body naturally becomes stronger as they progress, almost without realizing it.

However, novice cultivators often become arrogant once they acquire their first taste of power. Some, in their eagerness to prove themselves, develop an inflated sense of superiority, even going so far as to believe they are invincible after minimal training. These individuals are prone to reckless and ruthless disputes, especially among the younger generation, whose fiery tempers are difficult to contain even with the guidance of elders.

During such confrontations, it's not uncommon for a cultivator to overexert themselves, unintentionally harming their foundational essence. While the damage may not be apparent at first, it leaves lingering effects that become increasingly evident over time. Without advancing to higher cultivation stages and undergoing purification by spiritual energy, this loss of foundational essence manifests physically—most notably, in significantly stunted growth compared to others.

To prevent such outcomes, all cultivation sects have adopted a unified principle: no one under the age of six should begin cultivating. This allows the body to develop naturally, ensuring a strong foundation for future cultivation. Consequently, sects only accept disciples aged six or older, as this age range is considered the golden period for establishing a robust cultivation base."

Seeing her son's furrowed brow, she continued, "Think of it like a sapling. If you tie it down or bend it too soon, it won't grow straight. But if you wait until it's stronger, it will grow tall and sturdy."

Eryndor blinked, digesting the explanation. "So, if I start cultivating now, I might not grow tall like Father?"

Serene chuckled and patted his head. "Exactly. Be patient. Once you're old enough, your foundation will be better, and your body will be ready to handle cultivation properly. Until then, just focus on learning, eating well, and growing strong."

Though still somewhat disappointed, Eryndor nodded. "Alright, I'll wait. But once I'm six, I'm going to be the tallest and strongest!"

Serene smiled warmly. "That's my boy."

After hearing his mother's detailed explanation, Jin Eryndor finally understood. If he truly wanted to start cultivating now, he would need to avoid any form of combat with others. Moreover, he wasn't sure whether his parents would even allow him to begin cultivation so early.

Having gained clarity on the matter, Eryndor picked up a book that caught his interest: Masters of Martial Arts in the Mortal World.

This world wasn't solely dominated by cultivators wielding spiritual energy; mortals, too, had their own form of strength—internal energy or inner force, cultivated through martial arts techniques.

Unlike spiritual energy, which drew upon the boundless energy of the heavens and earth, internal energy came solely from within the practitioner. Once depleted, it required time and effort to replenish. This was in stark contrast to cultivators, who could continuously tap into the endless flow of spiritual energy from their surroundings.

Internal energy was also inherently weaker than spiritual energy. A master martial artist at the peak of their abilities could only match the strength of a Qi Refinement cultivator. If a martial artist trained in advanced internal energy techniques, they might be able to fight evenly with a cultivator at the Qi Refinement stage. However, practitioners of common internal techniques would be no match and would likely be easily defeated by even a low-level cultivator.

In rough terms, it was said that "20 years of internal energy cultivation was equivalent to 1 level of Qi Refinement". This significant disparity meant that martial artists, while respected in the mortal world, remained far below the realm of cultivators in terms of power.

Eryndor's curiosity grew as he delved deeper into the book, marveling at the unique paths to strength that existed in the mortal world.

Martial artists in the mortal world are categorized based on their accumulated internal energy (measured in years of cultivation).

1 Year of Internal EnergyNewcomers or Novices: These individuals are at the entry level of the martial world, often referred to as "rookies."Within martial sects, they are disciples or trainees, just beginning to learn their craft.It is common for such individuals to pay tuition to join a sect and receive training.3 Years of Internal EnergyExperienced Wanderers: These are seasoned martial artists who have spent some time in the martial world.They are the most common type of practitioners.In sects, they often hold positions as instructors or mentors for new disciples but lack significant authority.5 Years of Internal EnergyUnranked Masters: These individuals have achieved moderate strength and may have some recognition within their sects or regions.They hold minor positions of influence and can serve as sub-leaders or instructors with more responsibilities.10 Years of Internal EnergyThird-Rate Masters: These martial artists are considered mid-level experts.They are strong enough to become the head of a small sect or lead small groups of martial artists.30 Years of Internal EnergySecond-Rate Masters: These individuals command significant respect and authority.They can serve as the head of a medium-sized sect and are generally well-known in martial circles.60 Years of Internal EnergyFirst-Rate Masters: Rare and highly esteemed, these martial artists are at the pinnacle of mortal martial arts.They are capable of leading large and prestigious sects, commanding widespread recognition and influence.80 Years of Internal EnergyPeak Grandmasters: These individuals represent the pinnacle of mortal martial arts, possessing immense strength and mastery.They are exceedingly rare, as few martial artists live long enough or cultivate diligently enough to reach this level.Those who achieve this status are typically revered as patriarchs or grand elders of their sects.They only appear in times of dire crisis, such as when their sect faces extinction or a catastrophic event threatens their legacy.One remarkable aspect of internal energy cultivation is that those who reach its pinnacle can begin to sense spiritual energy (Qi). Through processes such as Three Flowers Gathering on the Crown and Five Energies Converging to the Origin, martial artists may transcend their mortal limits and step into the path of cultivation, becoming true cultivators.

Under 60 Years of Internal EnergyAt this stage, internal energy is confined to circulating within the practitioner's body.Martial artists use their energy to strike through specific acupoints, enhancing physical attacks.With internal energy, martial artists can perform feats such as shattering stones or breaking walls, but their power remains grounded in physical strength and techniques.60 Years of Internal Energy or MorePractitioners begin to achieve minor externalization of internal energy, forming an energy field around their strikes, known as fist auraThis energy can also be channeled into weapons, creating effects like blade aura or sword aura, enhancing their cutting or striking power 

The martial world operates similarly to the sects of cultivators, albeit within the confines of mortal society. Martial sects remain rooted in the secular world, forming tight-knit communities to protect their traditions and legacies.

Every 20 years, the top martial artists hold a grand gathering to test their strength and determine the strongest among them, the "Edge of Eternity Tournament"

The martial world also creates pills and elixirs, but their methods are very basic compared to the advanced alchemy of cultivation sects. The difference between the two is like the distance between the earth and the heavens.

Cultivators who know alchemy are often proud and see no reason to make pills for mortals. On top of that, the cost of making pills for mortals isn't worth their time or effort.

Martial sects could only offer gold to hire cultivators for alchemy, but the thing is, gold is almost useless to them. Cultivators value spirit stones, which are crucial for their cultivation. Spirit stone mines are strictly controlled by cultivation sects, so mortals rarely have access to them. Even if a spirit stone somehow ended up in a mortal's hands, it wouldn't be enough to pay a cultivator to make pills.

Even though cultivators live much longer than mortals, they don't have time to waste. They are always racing against time to grow stronger and reach higher realms. Making pills for themselves already takes a lot of effort, so they can't afford to spend their time creating pills for mortals.

This shows the huge gap between the martial world and the cultivation world, with cultivators having far more resources, knowledge, and power.

Eryndor was deeply immersed in thought, analyzing and absorbing as much knowledge as he could about this new world. His goal was to first understand how the world worked before devising a detailed plan for his future development. He wanted to map out the best possible path for cultivation, knowing that his talent wasn't among the highest. This meant he didn't have much time to waste. Thankfully, he had two loving and capable parents to support him.

While reading, a small footnote suddenly caught his attention:

"If a cultivator trains in internal energy before cultivating spiritual energy, they may have a slight advantage in combat against others of the same level."

This single line intrigued him, sparking a flood of thoughts as he began to consider how this information could influence his plans.

He didn't hesitate to ask, "Mother, I read here that cultivators who train in internal energy before spiritual energy have an advantage. What kind of advantage is that? Is it significant?"

Serene glanced at him briefly and replied, "It's true that cultivators who train internal energy first may have a slight advantage, but it's a roundabout path, not the proper way to cultivate. Let me explain it with an example.

If someone starts cultivating at the age of six and chooses to train internal energy first, it would take them five months at best, or up to a year, to build the equivalent of 20 years of internal energy. This assumes they have no solid foundation or support for pills and herbs.

In contrast, if they used the Meridian Unblocking Pill, Qi Gathering Pill, and spirit stones provided by the sect and diligently trained while completing basic sect tasks, they could reach the peak of Qi Refinement Level 1 in just over two months.

The problem with internal energy is that it takes much longer to progress, and no one is willing to provide pills or resources to help you train it. This slow progress means you lose the precious early momentum, falling behind your peers. Once others take the lead, even by a step, it becomes ten steps in no time, and you risk failing on your cultivation path entirely.

So, if you truly want to become a cultivator, this method isn't recommended. It's not the proper path. Read about it to understand the concept, but don't think of practicing it."

Her firm yet gentle explanation left no doubt in his mind about the pitfalls of pursuing such a path. 

Eryndor nodded outwardly, signaling his understanding, but deep down, he had his own thoughts. Training in internal energy wasn't necessarily a step backward. He still had plenty of time before turning six, and he could use this period wisely to study and train. Whether or not he pursued cultivation in the traditional sense, he wouldn't overlook the importance of strengthening his body. After all, wasn't it always emphasized in the novels he read that a strong and healthy body was crucial for any cultivator?

Of course, body refinement had undeniable benefits. If he decided to train in external martial arts first, transitioning from external to internal energy, how long would it take? How many years would he need to reach 60 or even 80 years of internal energy cultivation? And how long after that would it take to convert that energy into spiritual energy for cultivation?

The most critical question was: did he have the support of a family? Did he have the resources needed for training?

Eryndor glanced at his mother, then thought of his father. A sense of confidence welled up inside him. With such supportive and capable parents, he knew he wasn't without backing. That realization solidified his resolve, and he made the first major decision of his new life:

"I will train in internal energy."

It was a calculated choice, one rooted in preparation for the future. If he could build a strong foundation now, he would step into the cultivation path better prepared than most.

Chapter 9: Eryndor's Daily Life

With his decision made, Jin Eryndor felt his path ahead become clear and straightforward. His next goal was to absorb all the knowledge contained in the books from the first floor of the sect's Library.

His father, Jin Valen, had brought home one-fifth of the books from the pavilion's first floor. These books represented an ocean of knowledge that Eryndor needed to explore and understand thoroughly.

The books covered a wide variety of topics, including history, geography, spirit beasts, alchemy, forging, strange phenomena, miscellaneous records, and unique occurrences. Jin Eryndor approached them like a sponge, greedily soaking up every bit of information they offered.

Of course, not everything in the books was accurate. Using his own judgment and reasoning, he discarded ideas he deemed flawed or incorrect. He read thoughtfully, questioning and pondering the content to discern what was useful and what wasn't. Whenever he encountered something he couldn't understand or was beyond his current grasp, his mother, Serene Skyshade, was always there to help clarify it for him.

Since Eryndor's birth, Serene had rarely left the house, devoting most of her time to taking care of him. She spent many of her idle moments learning to cook. While her culinary skills had only been average before, her determination to prepare delicious meals for Jin Valen, who often came home for dinner, had greatly improved her cooking. The result was a warm and nurturing household where Eryndor could grow in both body and mind. His days were filled with reading, learning, and spending precious time with his mother, who encouraged and supported his thirst for knowledge.

In the kitchen, there was even a former royal chef who Serene had invited to teach her advanced cooking techniques.

Although the dietary needs of cultivators and mortals differ slightly, the fundamentals of cooking remain the same. Low-level cultivators still need to eat regularly, while those at the Foundation Establishment stage and above begin practicing fasting techniques to purify the impurities within their bodies.

Serene combined the principles of mortal cuisine with cultivator-specific dietary needs to create spiritual dishes. She studied methods to prepare food suited for cultivators, removing impurities from ingredients and incorporating spiritual herbs and fruits. Spiritual dishes are meals infused with spiritual energy, prepared using herbs and medicinal plants. These meals not only nourish the body but also provide a slight boost to cultivation. While the effects are minimal, consistent consumption can gradually lead to noticeable benefits. For Serene, this endeavor wasn't particularly challenging. As an alchemist, she was already well-versed in medicinal ingredients and their properties. Her expertise allowed her to seamlessly integrate her culinary experiments into the family's daily life, further enriching their meals with both taste and spiritual benefits.

Eryndor was completely hypnotized in his books, reading nonstop. With every book he finished, his understanding of this world deepened. The more he learned, the more he marveled at the immense power of cultivators. To him, they were like walking bombs, capable of moving mountains, overturning seas, capturing stars, and plucking moons—all seemingly at a mere thought.

The book "Compendium of Spirit Beasts"broadened his knowledge of all sorts of strange and fascinating creatures, detailing their habits and behaviors.

The "Collection of Oddities" was a treasure trove of curious stories, detailing peculiar places, forbidden zones, and fascinating tales about this world.

Eryndor's routine revolved around his books: reading in the morning, napping at noon, reading again in the afternoon, and sleeping at night. He avoided reading in the evening since the lighting wasn't ideal.

The books his father had brought back were mostly from the outer sections of the archive, meaning there was almost no content directly related to cultivation techniques. This made it easier for him to absorb and memorize the information quickly, as it focused more on general knowledge and fascinating stories.

Eryndor didn't mind. Every page brought him closer to understanding the vast and wondrous world he was now a part of. 

After a month and a half, Jin Eryndor finally finished reading the entire collection of books his father had brought home. His knowledge had expanded significantly. To him, books were a source of knowledge, and knowledge was power. With the information he had gained, he was confident that his future cultivation journey would be less perilous and more likely to lead to unexpected opportunities.

Now five months old, Eryndor had officially weaned off milk. From this point forward, his meals consisted of three daily servings of spiritual dishes lovingly prepared by his mother.

This morning, he accompanied his father, Jin Valen, back to the Library to borrow more books.

Elder Willow's gaze carried a slightly different light this time. There was a hint of admiration and encouragement as he looked at the young boy. It seemed that even the elder could sense Eryndor's unusual intellect and potential, and his approval was now evident.

This time, the books Jin Eryndor brought back included some that were related to the systems of cultivation, martial techniques, and spells.

The martial techniques and spells in this world had some unique characteristics:

Martial techniques without elemental attributes could be used by anyone. For example, techniques like White Tiger Fist or Dragon Claw Strike could manifest their forms as long as the user had sufficient spiritual energy.

Spells without elemental attributes were similarly universal. Techniques like Object Control or Lightfoot Technique could also be performed as long as spiritual energy was available.

However, elemental martial techniques and spells were heavily influenced by the user's cultivation method.

For instance, if someone trained in a fire-based cultivation technique, using fire-based martial techniques or spells would provide a significant boost in power.Conversely, attempting to use ice-based martial techniques or spells would lead to a severe decrease in effectiveness. In the worst cases, it could even backfire, causing internal injuries.Thus, choosing compatible cultivation methods and techniques was extremely important.

Jin Eryndor, like a diligent bee, tirelessly read through the books. Whenever he encountered something he didn't understand, he would ask his mother, Serene, who happily explained everything to him.

Since he started eating proper meals, Eryndor had also begun physical training.

Every morning, he dedicated himself to exercising: running, push-ups, sit-ups, jumping rope, pull-ups, and other basic exercises.

This daily routine not only strengthened his body but also laid a solid foundation for his future cultivation endeavors. His discipline and hard work made his progress noticeable even at such a young age. 

He pushed himself to exhaustion each session before returning home to rest, bathe, and dive back into reading.

By evening, he would head out to train again, maintaining a disciplined routine of twice-daily physical activities.

This rigorous regimen produced noticeable results. Over two months, Eryndor's body transformed. The soft baby fat that once defined him began to fade, replaced with a firmer and leaner physique. The "cute baby" look was gradually giving way to a more refined and strong appearance.

At seven months old, Eryndor finished reading all the books from the second batch his father had borrowed for him. Once again, Jin Valen took him back to the Library Pavilion to borrow more books.

This third batch contained an even greater focus on cultivation. Among the new materials, Eryndor encountered numerous basic spells and martial techniques, along with two manuals for internal energy cultivation.

It was clear, however, that books on internal energy were scarce compared to the vast number of texts on the first floor of the Archive Pavilion. This scarcity reflected the sect's policy—they didn't encourage cultivators to spend time on internal energy training, which could slow their progress on the path of spiritual cultivation.

The manuals and the operation routes for the martial techniques and spells were intricate and took time to memorize. It took Eryndor three months to commit all the contents to memory. Even he was amazed by how good his memory was. 

On his fourth trip to borrow books, the collection had shifted entirely to cultivation-related materials, with a few basic texts on alchemy, artifact crafting, talisman drawing, and other foundational topics. There were no more casual or miscellaneous books in this batch.

It took Jin Eryndor four months to finish reading through them all. By the end, he had gained a basic understanding of the pill-making process, artifact forging, talisman creation, formation crafting, and even restrictive arrays. He also familiarized himself with common materials used in these practices. He felt confident that if he encountered these in the outside world, he could easily identify them.

At one year and two months old, Jin Eryndor made his final trip to borrow books from the first floor of the Archive Pavilion.

Elder Willow, who had grown quite familiar with Eryndor by now, praised his dedication to learning:

"It's rare to see a child so eager to read and learn. Eryndor is truly a promising seedling."

Jin Valen, standing proudly beside his son, smiled and said, "Dori has loved books since he was little. We simply let him follow his interests."

Eryndor, ever quick on his feet, responded with a smile: "Di...Elder Willow, you flatter me. I just find books fascinating. But compared to you, who must have already read every single book in this pavilion, I'm just a beginner. You are the true inspiration!"

"Haha, you cheeky little rascal! Even at your age, your tongue is already so smooth. Alright, enough standing around wasting time. Go borrow your books," Elder Willow chuckled.

"Thank you, Elder Willow!" Jin Valen acknowledged with a nod before heading into the pavilion with Eryndor.

This final trip marked the end of Eryndor's exploration of the Archive Pavilion's first floor. More importantly, it solidified his understanding of the cultivation world and laid the groundwork for his personal worldview in this realm.

Although his understanding of the cultivation world wasn't yet complete, Jin Eryndor felt that he had grasped 70-80% of the picture. With time and maturity, he would gain further insights and uncover more layers of this complex world. For now, however, what he had learned was more than enough to guide his current endeavors.

After another five months, Eryndor finished reading the final batch of books.

Sitting at his desk, surrounded by the towering stacks of finished texts, he couldn't help but sigh in satisfaction. The past months had been a period of immense growth and discovery for him. Now, it was time to apply his knowledge and carefully craft a cultivation path tailored specifically to his strengths and goals.

At just one year and seven months old, Jin Eryndor was still very young. Yet, his ambitions burned brightly. His objective was clear: to become a peak-level martial artist with over 80 years of internal energy before the age of six, at which point he would transition into cultivating spiritual energy as a proper cultivator.

It was an extraordinary goal for someone his age—young, but with grand aspirations. The pressure was immense, but Eryndor thrived on it. His resolve was unshakable, and his determination to succeed pushed him forward with relentless focus.

Chapter 10: Body-Training Techniques

On the Artifact Refinement Peak, the morning mist drifted lazily, blending with the fresh, invigorating air. The surroundings radiated vitality, exuding the serene and grand atmosphere of a prestigious sect.

Near the summit, nestled on the mountainside, was a cozy home where a family of three enjoyed breakfast together. The scene was peaceful and heartwarming, a perfect picture of domestic bliss.

This was none other than Jin Eryndor's home.

Now one year and seven months old, Eryndor stood tall at 80 cm. His once-soft body, covered in baby fat, had transformed into a sturdy frame thanks to his daily physical training and rigorous exercise. His long hair brushed his shoulders, and his lively, healthy complexion shone with vigor.

The faint outline of muscles on his small frame, coupled with his adorable and energetic face, gave him an irresistible charm. It was hard not to feel affection for him at first glance.

It would be such a remiss not to mention Serene's daily contributions. Her tireless preparation of spiritual meals played a vital role in Jin Eryndor's development. For martial practitioners, especially those focusing on external techniques, the initial phase of training involves converting physical strength into inner energy—"refining essence into qi." Eating well is essential for sustaining the grueling process of external body training and generating internal energy.

Eryndor's three meals a day were all meticulously prepared by Serene herself. Every meal was different, with no repetition over two weeks. This variety kept his appetite stimulated, making him eat more with each passing day, further fueling his rapid physical growth.

After finishing their breakfast, the family of three moved to the main hall to enjoy tea together. The dishes and utensils were cleared away by the household's mortal servants, leaving the family undisturbed.

Jin Valen glanced at Eryndor, who sat calmly sipping tea, and remarked:

"Dori, don't you think it's time you stepped outside to see the world a little? Staying at home all day reading books or training isn't necessarily the best approach, you know."

Eryndor looked at his father, puzzled. "Father, isn't being diligent in my studies and training what makes me a good child? Why are you suggesting I go out and play? My time is precious!"

"Ahem! I'm not telling you to loaf around! I'm saying you should step outside, enjoy the scenery, and take in the world. Don't be too hard on yourself. Besides, you're still young—it's fine to have some fun occasionally!"

"But Father, books contain everything I need to know. And my training is about building a strong foundation for my future cultivation. Besides, it doesn't seem like there are any kids my age in the sect!"

Eryndor wasn't wrong. The Skyshade Sect only recruited disciples six years old or older. Talented disciples who earned the favor of the elders were often sent out on missions to oversee various regions. Others with exceptional gifts would enter seclusion to cultivate and strive for breakthroughs in the endless struggle against the heavens. 

Disciples with poor aptitude often failed to make significant progress after long years of cultivation. Such individuals would typically request to leave the sect and establish cultivation families, which became a stable source of fresh blood for the sects.

Only middle-aged disciples or outer sect elders were permitted to marry and have children within the sect. As for the inner sect? That was an entirely different story. Within the inner sect, Jin Eryndor was the only child—truly an anomaly.

In this environment, children of Eryndor's age were indeed rare. His maturity, coupled with the sect's rigorous standards, left him feeling somewhat isolated. The idea of Eryndor playing with a group of children seemed laughable. His time was far too valuable to waste on childish games when he was already concerned about finding enough hours to train. How could he spare a moment for such trivialities?

If there were spare hours in his day, he'd much rather spend them poring over books like the Compendium of Herbal Lore or the Artifact Refinement Codex. At least those activities contributed to his growth and future cultivation. For Eryndor, every moment counted, and frivolity simply wasn't part of his plans.

 Jin Valen looked at Eryndor for a moment before sighing. "Alright, do whatever you think is best. After all, you haven't done anything wrong."

With that, Jin Valen stood up and left the house, heading off to attend to his many sect responsibilities.

Eryndor turned to Serene, grinning cheekily. "Mother, you agree with me, don't you?"

"Haha, how could I not? My little Dori is so well-behaved, I couldn't be happier!" Serene replied, her eyes crinkling with a warm smile.

"Alright, Mother, I'm off to train! If you need anything, just call me—I'll be right in the courtyard!" Eryndor said, his cheerful voice trailing off as he headed outside.

Eryndor always chose to train in the front yard of his home and read books under the big old tree. In the left corner of the yard stood a large tree with sprawling branches and wide, leafy shade. He loved sitting beneath its canopy, often daydreaming or contemplating life.

Now, at the age of 1 year and 7 months, Eryndor had spent his time rigorously training his body to grow stronger and adapt to intense physical activity. Simultaneously, he had voraciously absorbed knowledge about this world and its cultivation system, deepening his understanding and refining his perspective.

Previously, Eryndor had focused on basic exercises like sprinting, frog jumps, jump rope, push-ups, pull-ups, bench presses, sit-ups, and more. As long as it wasn't overly weight-intensive, he had tried it all. However, his body had now developed to near its current limits. These basic exercises, once a challenge, no longer pushed him sufficiently and yielded diminishing returns.

It was clear: to continue progressing, he needed to either change his training methods or step into the realm of official cultivation.

It would be a mistake to underestimate the benefits of those simple exercises. When Eryndor was younger, his body couldn't handle intense training without risking injury. The foundational exercises had been essential for strengthening his physique, improving his digestion, and supporting rapid growth. Stronger bones and muscles had laid the groundwork for him to take on more rigorous physical training in the future.

Now, standing in the middle of the yard, Eryndor began warming up. He ran sprints, did push-ups, and followed with frog jumps—all to get his body loose and prepared.

Exhaling deeply, Eryndor decided that today would mark the beginning of his cultivation journey. His mind raced as memories of the cultivation knowledge he had absorbed flooded his thoughts. Each detail he had read replayed vividly in his head.

"What should I focus on for my foundation? Fist techniques, palm techniques, or claw techniques?" Eryndor muttered, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

He hadn't practiced any martial arts before. Without experience, it was hard to know which path would suit him best.

The Foundational Fist Technique, Foundational Palm Technique, and Foundational Claw Technique were all martial arts manuals Eryndor had studied in the first-floor archives of the sect's library. Each had its strengths, but among them, the most widely practiced and favored by cultivators was the Foundational Fist Technique.

Why was it so popular?

Throughout history, humans had relied most heavily on their fists in combat, with claws and palms coming afterward. Fist techniques were also the easiest to learn, with abundant resources, manuals, and skilled teachers readily available.

Moreover, many cultivators who trained extensively in fist techniques eventually developed their unique fist intent, which could vary greatly from person to person but served as a powerful tool in their arsenal.

"If I'm unsure which to choose, I'll just try each one and see which feels most natural," Eryndor decided swiftly.

Taking a deep breath, he exhaled slowly to calm his mind and body.

Memories of the foundational fist techniques he had read about flowed through his mind like a vivid stream. He began to visualize the stances and movements as if the pages of the manuals had come to life before him. 

The Foundational Fist Technique consisted of 12 moves—basic techniques that formed the roots of all fist-based martial arts. Every advanced fist technique was derived from these fundamental movements, with the addition of internal energy circulation.

Move 1: "Crouching Step, Heavy Fist"Move 2: "Turning Step, Smashing Fist"Move 3: "Retreating Step, Breaking Fist"

...and so on.Eryndor diligently practiced each foundational move, flowing seamlessly from one to the next.

After completing the sequence, he exhaled deeply and stood straight.

"Hmm… nothing feels particularly special," he muttered to himself.

"Alright, next! Let's try the Foundational Palm Technique."

The Foundational Palm Technique also contained 12 moves, with some similarities to the fist technique. However, one key difference was that the palm techniques often required using both hands together, unlike the singular, focused force of the fist techniques that symbolized the intent of "One Fist to Rule Mountains and Rivers."

Eryndor carefully performed each move, but by the end of the sequence, he shook his head.

"Palm techniques don't feel right for me," he mused. "I can't seem to connect with them—they feel awkward and unnatural."

Now, only the Foundational Claw Technique remained. Despite his initial disappointment with the previous techniques, Eryndor found himself a bit eager to test the claw style, sensing it might resonate with him more.

"Let's give it a shot," he thought, anticipation building.

Chapter 11: Body-Training Techniques 2

After performing the Foundational Claw Technique, Eryndor immediately knew which path of body refinement suited him best. Among the three foundational martial arts, the claw technique was the most complex.

The Foundational Claw Technique was divided into:

18 Minor Joint Locks – Techniques targeting fingers and elbows.36 Major Joint Locks – Techniques targeting shoulders and larger joints.While the moves seemed numerous, only a handful were practical for real combat. Mastering a few key techniques was sufficient for effective use.

Minor Joint Locks involved intricate techniques to manipulate fingers and elbow joints.Major Joint Locks extended to shoulders and larger areas.Since practicing Minor Joint Locks required a partner, Eryndor called upon a mortal servant to act as a practice dummy. He ensured his movements were controlled and gentle, stopping just before causing any pain or harm.

He carefully practiced each technique:

Twisting the thumb,Manipulating the pinky,Bending the elbow,Adjusting the shoulder...Each move was executed slowly and methodically. As he practiced, Eryndor couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity, almost as if he were practicing modern grappling or martial arts techniques from his past life.

"Decision made! I choose you, Pikachu— I mean, Foundational Claw Technique!"

With a wry smile, Eryndor mentally declared his choice. From this day forward, the claw technique would be his path for physical refinement.

However, he knew that the grappling techniques was merely a combat method. It had no real use for strengthening the body. The true essence of the Foundational Claw Technique lay in a series of Body-Refining Claw Exercises, a dedicated regimen designed for physical enhancement. This would be his primary focus moving forward.

Eryndor decided to bring in an additional servant to help rotate between them as training partners for his Joint Lock Techniques. This way, no single servant would suffer continuous joint manipulation, potentially resulting in dislocations. After all, they were mere mortals, not cultivators. Despite his young age, Eryndor's consistent consumption of spiritual meals and rigorous physical training had given him considerable strength—small in comparison to a cultivator but significant enough to injure a mortal if he wasn't careful.

Eryndor meticulously repeated the techniques over and over, aiming to etch these movements deeply into his muscle memory. His goal was to make them instinctive, requiring no conscious thought to execute. If he could achieve the level where his body moved before his mind, it would be a significant breakthrough.

From early morning until midday, Eryndor trained relentlessly. The physical exertion began to take its toll, even on him. As for the two servants assisting him, they were visibly exhausted. Their arms and joints had been subjected to countless repetitions of bending, twisting, and locking.

Although Eryndor's sharp mind had memorized the techniques long ago, he refused to stop. He knew that mastery didn't come from simple recollection but from repetition until perfection. He tirelessly drilled the moves again and again, aiming to push past mere knowledge and into true reflexive execution.

 At that moment, Serene's voice called out: "Dori, come back and eat! It's time for lunch."

Eryndor suddenly realized he had been training all morning without noticing. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he replied, "Coming, Mother!"

As he hurried back to the house, a strange, enticing aroma caught his attention. The fragrance was so rich and delightful that it seemed to seep into his very soul. Curious, he asked:

"Mother, have your cooking skills improved again? What is this amazing smell?"

Serene, also noticing the aroma, furrowed her brow and said, "That's odd. I didn't prepare anything with this scent today. It smells like a ripe spirit fruit. But for a scent like this to travel all the way here to Artifact Refinement Peak, it must be something extraordinary—unless..." Her expression shifted to excitement. "Could it be the Ten-Thousand-Year White Moon Buddha's Hand Fruit? This is wonderful!"

Eryndor couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "What is the Ten-Thousand-Year White Moon Buddha's Hand Fruit, Mother? Why is the name so long? Is it delicious? And wow, ten thousand years old? That tree has lived a long time!"

His curiosity grew even stronger. It wasn't the age of the tree that surprised him—after all, the cultivation world was filled with ancient spirit trees—but rather the fact that he had never heard of this fruit before. Despite reading extensively about spirit herbs and fruits, this one wasn't mentioned in any of the texts he'd studied. 

"Ki-iuu-uuuuu-uuuuuu!" A sharp bird cry echoed throughout the entire Skyshade Sanctum, followed by an overwhelming pressure descending upon the sect. The immense aura made many of the lower-level disciples struggle to breathe.

Eryndor's face turned pale as the oppressive force bore down on him, feeling as though a massive weight, hundreds of pounds, was pressing onto his body, compelling him to kneel.

But as a proud child, Eryndor clenched his fists tightly. "A man kneels only to heaven, earth, and his parents. How can I yield to this mere pressure? And as a cultivator striving to defy the heavens, bowing now is unacceptable!"

A fierce determination rose within him. "I, Eryndor, will not kneel!"

With a low growl, sweat began to bead on his forehead and drip down his face as he resisted the crushing pressure.

Seeing that the situation was turning dangerous, Serene moved swiftly to his side, wrapping him in her protective embrace. Channeling her spiritual energy, she formed a barrier around him, shielding him from the oppressive force.

With the weight lifted, Eryndor exhaled deeply, finally able to catch his breath. 

Serene stepped onto her flying sword and soared into the sky. By now, Skyshade Sanctum was filled with both inner and outer sect elders, all flying upwards, their expressions tense and ready for a confrontation. Array masters quickly moved into position, prepared to activate the sect's defensive formation at a moment's notice.

Jin Eryndor appeared before Serene and Eryndor, his presence exuding calm authority.

He glanced briefly at Eryndor before sending a quiet voice transmission to Serene: "The Ten-Thousand-Year White Moon Buddha Fruit Tree is nearing ripeness. It seems one of those reckless golden crows from the Golden Crow Clan has come to stir up trouble."

Above the sect hovered a magnificent Three-Legged Golden Crow. Its feathers gleamed in radiant gold, with hints of fiery red at the tips of its head crest—a sign of some form of mutation, making it slightly different from the standard members of its clan.

On this Continent, it wasn't just humans who inhabited the land. There were also Demonic Tribes, Beast Tribes, and Demonic Beasts. Among these, beasts without spiritual intelligence or the ability to transform were considered low-tier. The leaders of these groups, however, were High-Rank Demonic Beasts, beings capable of transformation and cultivation, and members of the true Beast Tribes. 

The Golden Crow Clan was one of the most powerful factions among the Beast Tribes.

Their bloodline was exceptionally noble, and their cultivation levels were profound. The Golden Crow Clan's elders were on par with the ancient elders of Skyshade Sanctum, who had been in secluded cultivation for countless years. Although the Golden Crow Clan's numbers were few, their resources were vast—so abundant that they were considered one of the wealthiest factions on the Continent. For a member identified as a key figure within the clan, resources were allocated to ensure they could cultivate uninterrupted all the way to the Nascent Soul Stage or even higher. However, such treatment was extremely rare, with perhaps one individual receiving this privilege every hundred years.

While this strategy allowed the clan to quickly foster powerful individuals, it came with significant drawbacks. Members with such privileges often lacked real-world experience, their mental fortitude remained underdeveloped, and they frequently displayed arrogance, acting as if the heavens and earth were beneath them.

Considering these traits, Serene and Jin Eryndor quickly deduced two possible scenarios for why this Golden Crow dared approach Skyshade Sanctum to seize the ripening Ten-Thousand-Year White Moon Buddha Fruit Tree:

Absolute Confidence in Its Strength: This crow might believe it had the power to overpower the entire Skyshade Sanctum, even shattering the sect's formidable protective formation if necessary.

A Reckless Youth on Its First Adventure: It could be an inexperienced member of the clan, full of arrogance and blinded by greed upon encountering a rare treasure like the sect's ten-thousand-year-old spiritual tree.

Normally, Skyshade Sanctum's response to such a blatant offense would be straightforward—elimination. However, the Golden Crow Clan's status complicated matters. Killing the crow could provoke a war with their powerful kin. This situation called for a careful and measured approach.

Jin Eryndor, observing the situation, quickly deduced the second scenario was far more likely. If the Golden Crow had even a shred of knowledge or wisdom, it would never have dared to provoke Skyshade Sanctum. The sect wasn't some unknown minor faction; it was a formidable force with a Soul Formation Stage cultivator as its guardian. Moreover, with the sect's protective formation, any attempt to attack would demand the Golden Crow Clan's full strength—a move far too costly for the mere gain of a single spiritual fruit.

This recklessness pointed to one conclusion: the intruder was a brash and inexperienced member of the Golden Crow Clan, passing through the area and succumbing to greed upon sensing the Ten-Thousand-Year White Moon Buddha Fruit Tree ripening.

As the winds stirred, an unsettling energy rippled through the air, amplifying the tension across Skyshade Sanctum. Suddenly, a booming voice shattered the oppressive atmosphere, dispersing the suffocating aura that had weighed down the sect's disciples:

"How audacious! Do you truly believe Skyshade Sanctum is so easily bullied? The Golden Crow Clan has never dared to steal from us, and yet you strut here, flaunting your arrogance? Have you grown tired of living? Who gave you this confidence? State your name! Dying under my sword will not make you an anonymous spirit!"

The sheer force of the shout echoed across the peaks, silencing even the restless winds.

Chapter 12: Long Valen vs. Altair Stormcrest

As the words echoed, Sect Master Long Valen ascended into the air, his feet firmly planted on a flying sword. His overwhelming aura surged like an unfathomable ocean, the air currents around him swirling wildly, forming chaotic winds that seemed ready to obliterate anything in their path.

The sky darkened ominously, as if forewarning an impending storm. The oppressive atmosphere amplified the majestic and domineering presence of the sect master. Before the battle even began, the sheer pressure of his aura had already seized the upper hand.

From the sky, a voice rang out, dripping with arrogance:

"I am Altair Stormcrest, young master of the Golden Crow Clan. While passing through, I noticed your sect's spiritual fruit ripening. I find it quite appealing. Let's make a deal—hand over the fruit, and the Golden Crow Clan will exchange it for items of equal value, such as spirit stones or rare treasures."

Although his words weren't overly aggressive, they lacked any hint of respect, oozing the condescension of someone accustomed to lording over others. Altair Stormcrest's tone carried the unmistakable arrogance of a superior being, belittling the cultivators of Skyshade Sanctum and outright dismissing Sect Master Long Valen.

He offered spirit stones as the first item of exchange, hinting that the so-called "rare treasures" and "heavenly resources" mentioned afterward might not be anything valuable. Whether the exchange would be fair or not depended entirely on his whims. His confidence stemmed from being the young master of the Golden Crow Clan, believing that even if Skyshade Sanctum had the courage of a lion, they wouldn't dare retaliate for fear of the clan's vengeance. He was certain they couldn't touch him today.

Long Valen, however, was a man of immense pride, as evident from his very name, which bore the character "Valen" symbolizing loftiness. Since he began cultivating, he had always been disdainful of such insolence. How could he endure such arrogance from anyone, let alone from Altair Stormcrest?

Sizing up Altair's cultivation level, which was about equal to his own at Nascent Soul Stage 8, Long Valen retorted sharply:

"Ridiculous! Do you know where you are? Who do you think you are to demand the treasures of my sect? Even if you offered twice, thrice, or ten times their value, I would never agree! Moreover, showing off your strength here—what do you want? War? I'll give you one chance. Leave now while you still can, or face the consequences!"

Long Valen's tone was anything but polite. The Ten-Thousand-Year White Moon Buddha Fruit was a critical material for refining the Stabilizing Soul Pill, an elixir essential for breaking through to the Soul Formation Stage. Having reached the late Nascent Soul stage, he was on the brink of peak cultivation and nearing his breakthrough to Soul Formation. This spiritual fruit was an irreplaceable opportunity—something he could never afford to let slip away.

"You want me to leave? Hahaha! Let's see if you even have the strength to make me!" Altair Stormcrest, the three-legged golden crow, let out a booming laugh.

Down below, Eryndor was already mesmerized. "Wow, the Sect Master is so powerful and cool!" he thought. It was his first time witnessing the true strength of his Sect Master and hearing such bold and awe-inspiring words.

Moreover, seeing the majestic three-legged golden crow, Altair Stormcrest, speaking like a human amazed him. Though he'd read about such things in novels, witnessing it in real life was an entirely different experience. After all, this wasn't just any mythical creature—it was a divine beast, comparable to dragons and qilins.

"Elder Han, activate the Sect Protection Array!"

Long Valen commanded loudly. Immediately, he soared upward on his flying sword to confront the opponent head-on. Elder Han, the Array Formation Peak Lord, wasted no time and promptly directed the sect's formation masters to activate the Sect Protection Array. This wasn't because Altair's Nascent Soul late-stage power was overwhelming but rather to protect the sect's disciples from the shockwaves of the impending battle.

Long Valen, without further delay or courtesy, launched his flying sword in a dazzling attack straight at Altair Stormcrest.

The sword lay still like a dragon hidden in the abyss, but when unleashed, it soared like a dragon taking to the skies. Surrounding it, the energy of the sword surged violently, brimming with an intent to dominate and destroy. Wherever the sword passed, light refracted, leaving a faint streak of brilliance in its wake—a dreamlike, flowing glow. The attack was relentless, its speed like thunder, showing no signs of mercy.

A sharp "Kiiiiiiiiiiii!" rang out as Altair Stormcrest narrowed his eyes with a serious expression. Letting out a piercing cry, he concentrated his spiritual energy into his three claws. The claws gleamed brilliantly, expanding in size, and in the sky appeared three radiant spiritual talons formed from highly condensed energy. The surface of the talons shimmered with scorching heat, further emphasizing the Golden Crow's reputation as a beast representing the sun.

The flying sword collided with the blazing talons, producing a sharp and grating sound that echoed through the sky.

Though the initial strike didn't land, the sword didn't pause. Instead, it shifted angles repeatedly, striking from unpredictable directions. Altair's spiritual talons were forced to rotate defensively, each claw working to deflect the relentless onslaught. Long Valen's mastery of swordsmanship became evident—facing off against three talons, he maintained the upper hand, turning defense into offense with unparalleled skill.

"Split Sword Technique!"

Long Valen's calm but forceful voice cut through the air. The single flying sword, locked in a clash with Altair Stormcrest's three fiery talons, suddenly withdrew slightly. In a flash, it split into three identical swords, each bearing the same form and aura, indistinguishable from one another.

"Go!" With a wave of his sleeve, Long Valen directed the three swords, sending them hurtling toward Altair in three different trajectories.

Altair's heart sank slightly. While splitting the sword diminished the power of each individual blade, even a single one had been a challenge to handle. Now, faced with three simultaneously, he knew the battle had taken a difficult turn.

The three swords advanced swiftly, one clashing head-on with the central talon to neutralize it, while the other two flanked Altair on either side. The sudden shift in strategy left him no choice but to shift into a more defensive stance. Channeling his spiritual energy into his two wings, Altair used them to parry the flanking strikes, but the relentless assault forced him into a tight spot. Each blow left him scrambling to block and deflect, revealing the cracks in his once-unshakable composure.

Long Valen's crafty swordplay had brought him several times to the brink of breaking through Altair Stormcrest's defense, only for the nimble three-legged golden crow to narrowly repel the sword in critical moments and stabilize the situation.

Long Valen smirked and said, "That was just a warm-up. Now, let's truly begin! Brace yourself!"

In battles between masters, there was always a phase of probing and testing. Each fighter would gauge their opponent's depth, strengths, and weaknesses before committing to an all-out strategy. Charging in with ultimate moves from the start carried significant risk; after all, most cultivators had their own life-saving techniques. True finishing techniques were reserved for decisive moments, ensuring they would land when it mattered most.

"Deadly Thunder Annihilation Sword Technique—Nine Thunder Tempest Dance!"

As Long Valen declared his technique, he unleashed a surge of spiritual energy. His aura erupted like a volcanic inferno, flooding the battlefield with overwhelming pressure. The flying sword in his command radiated a blinding brilliance, and the skies above grew dark with heavy storm clouds. Thunder rumbled and lightning crackled across the heavens. At Long Valen's level of mastery, his techniques could influence the environment itself, drawing upon the might of heaven and earth to fuel his power.

With a sharp cry, the sword streaked toward Altair like a bolt of divine lightning, splitting the storm-laden sky with its dazzling might.

The three swords, imbued with a fresh surge of spiritual energy, flared with dazzling brilliance. From one, they had split into three, and now from three, they multiplied into nine. Each blade was enveloped in crackling thunderous energy, streaking toward Altair Stormcrest from all directions with the speed and ferocity of celestial lightning.

Altair Stormcrest, however, was not one to falter. Gathering his fiery spiritual energy, he unleashed an inferno that seemed to scorch the very heavens.

With a sharp cry, Altair let out a resonating roar: "Phantom Eighteen Claws!"

The swords surged forth like bolts of lightning, while Altair's claws struck out with blinding speed, as swift and elusive as flashing shadows. In an instant, they collided more than a hundred times, each clash ringing out with the sharp sound of weapons meeting, a cacophony of power reverberating across the battlefield.

Jin Eryndor stood in awe, completely captivated. It was his first time witnessing the might of his sect master in action, and the sheer power displayed shattered his previous perceptions of what cultivators were capable of. Each strike, each technique, was an eye-opener, broadening his understanding of the cultivation world.

"This… this is incredible," he thought, his admiration growing by leaps and bounds. "One day, I, Jin Eryndor, will become this strong—no, even stronger! I will ascend to the very peak of this cultivation world!"

Meanwhile, his eyes couldn't keep up with Altair Stormcrest's flurry of claw strikes. All he could perceive was the fiery figure in the sky, spinning and countering attacks from every direction with dazzling precision.

Though the exchange seemed to last an eternity, it all happened in mere moments. Within the blink of an eye, the two combatants had exchanged hundreds of blows. Initially, Altair Stormcrest managed to fend off Long Valen's strikes adeptly, but as the battle wore on, cracks began to show in his defense. Occasionally, the swords broke through, grazing his form.

As a beast of immense power, Altair's physical body was near invulnerable. The swords couldn't cut deeply into his tough hide, but the embedded lightning energy coursed through him, leaving his limbs slightly numb. It was clear he despised lightning—his grimace revealed as much.

"Enough of this one-sided suppression!" Altair thought, anger boiling within him. He clenched his resolve and began to seek opportunities for a counterattack. Shifting from pure defense to offense, he decided to turn the tables.

Chapter 13: Long Valen vs Altair Stormcrest 2

Altair Stormcrest, the proud heir of the Golden Crow Clan, roared furiously as he channeled an overwhelming amount of energy into his core (demonic core). His entire form shimmered with a fiery glow, and flames ignited around his body, blazing with such intensity that even Jin Eryndor, standing far below in the courtyard, had to wipe sweat off his brow from the heat.

Altair's compressed spiritual energy surged like a broken dam, racing outwards. As it reached his mouth, it transformed into a torrent of scorching flames, capable of incinerating the heavens and seas, surging violently toward Long Valen.

Long Valen's expression remained calm and composed. Realizing the might of this attack, he ceased his aggressive offense, immediately recalling his flying swords. He knew that facing this move head-on required his full power; otherwise, even as a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he would be reduced to ashes.

Drawing in his spiritual energy, Long Valen poured it all into his flying sword. The blade began to shine brilliantly, its light growing blinding. The nine swords he previously separated now merged back into one. Above, the stormy sky responded to his summons, crackling with arcs of violet lightning that danced ominously across the clouds.

Suddenly, a massive bolt of violet lightning, as thick as a tree trunk, struck the flying sword, fusing with it. The blade absorbed the raw power of the lightning, becoming wreathed in electric arcs. Guided by Long Valen's meticulous control, the sword spun and danced in mid-air, carving intricate trails of energy as he formed an array of hand seals at lightning speed.

The energy condensed into the form of a colossal Violet Thunder Dragon. The sword, now the heart of this thunderous dragon, surged upward into the sky. The mighty dragon coiled and soared, exuding an aura of unrivaled majesty. Its ear-splitting roar echoed across the heavens, sending waves of awe and terror cascading over the onlookers.

The thunder dragon, imbued with Long Valen's formidable will and power, represented his pinnacle technique—both destructive and awe-inspiring.

As it hovered above, ready to strike, its mere presence seemed to announce dominion over all living beings. The dragon's violet scales shimmered with electricity, crackling with the might to obliterate anything in its path.

"Violet Dragon of Annihilation!" Long Valen roared, sending his ultimate strike forward.

The Violet Thunder Dragon twisted its massive body, lashing its tail as it charged toward Altair Stormcrest with an unstoppable momentum.

Altair's Solar Flames, burning with the power of a sun, surged forth in defiance, a fiery wave that promised to incinerate all in its path.

"BOOM!!!"

A deafening explosion rocked the entire Skyshade Sanctum Sect. The clash of celestial lightning and hellish fire unleashed a shockwave so massive that it sent tremors rippling through the air. Observing disciples in the distance were shaken to their core, some stumbling backward from the overwhelming force. Thankfully, the sect's protective Grand Formation absorbed the brunt of the shockwave, safeguarding the weaker disciples from harm. Without it, the weaker sect members would have been swept away like leaves in a hurricane.

"Sect Master's power has advanced yet again," Sylvan Ashwood, the Formation Peak Lord, exclaimed with excitement.

"This battle is as good as won. It won't be long before he breaks through to the next realm," added Blanc Sylas, the Elder overseeing Artifact Refinement.

"The gap between us and him keeps growing wider," Summerfield Liora, the Rune Peak Elder, said, her tone tinged with bitterness.

"It is a blessing for Skyshade Sanctum Sect," Magnus Victor, the aloof Sword Peak Elder, stated matter-of-factly.

While the elders exchanged their thoughts, the battle in the sky showed no sign of slowing down. Lightning and fire clashed in a dazzling display of destructive energy, the power of each combatant creating a spectacle that none present would soon forget.

Long Valen and Altair Stormcrest continued their duel with unyielding determination, their energies vying for dominance.

The explosion was only the beginning. Altair Stormcrest's Solar Flames were potent, but Long Valen's swordsmanship was on a level higher, allowing him to gain the upper hand. Blood began to drip from the corners of Altair's mouth, and arcs of lightning danced ominously around his body, clear evidence that he had suffered severe damage from the strikes.

Long Valen was not one to show mercy to his opponents. If they refused to concede defeat, he would continue fighting until they yielded.

Without giving Altair a moment to catch his breath, Long Valen channeled a wave of pure energy into his flying sword. The sword radiated an intense vibration of spiritual energy before falling eerily silent. There were no dazzling lightning bolts or thunderous roars this time—just a sword condensed to its absolute limit inessence, spirit, and soul. When it moved, the world seemed to pause, filled with an overwhelming sense of stillness and void.

This was the third sword technique:

"Return to Silence."

The flying sword moved forward, its flight simple and unadorned, neither fast nor slow, but it carried with it a chilling inevitability. Altair's golden feathers stood on end, and an overwhelming fear of death surged through his being. Every instinct screamed at him to dodge, but the oppressive aura of the sword had completely enveloped him.

He realized with a sinking heart—there was no escape.

"Damn it!"

Altair Stormcrest cursed silently.

Without hesitation, he unleashed a torrent of spiritual energy, pulling the surrounding air into a vortex-like state with his "Gravity Distortion" technique. Within a one-mile radius, the very air seemed to collapse inward, forming a suffocating vacuum where breathing became impossible.

Suddenly, a blazing Halo of Illusory Flames appeared around Altair's body, igniting the air with a blinding brilliance. The intense light exploded outward like a miniature sun, forcing everyone nearby to instinctively close their eyes. At that moment, Altair radiated an aura like the midday sun, his radiance unbearable to look upon directly.

Simultaneously, a piercing screech erupted from Altair's mouth, sharp and grating like nails raking across glass. The shrill "Krrrrrrrrr" sound, resonating with earsplitting intensity, carried enough force to overload the senses. The high-decibel noise reverberated like waves, causing the ears of every onlooker to buzz painfully.

Even seasoned cultivators attempting to extend their spiritual sense to monitor the fight had their divine consciousness violently repelled. Their heads throbbed, and their legs wobbled uncontrollably. As for the weaker disciples, they collapsed to the ground outright, retching and rendered utterly incapacitated by the sheer auditory assault.

Jin Eryndor didn't fare any better. Despite being shielded by Serene Willowcrest, he still felt dizzy, his vision splitting into two, then four, then eight, as if countless overlapping images were colliding, merging, and separating before his eyes. His ears buzzed incessantly, his body felt limp and powerless.

"Damn mother of the all mighty ! It's like I just got hit by a flashbang back on Earth," Jin Eryndor thought. "That big bird's move is wickedly damn effective."

A weakened but venomous voice emerged from Altair Stormcrest's mouth:

"Long Valen, right? I'll remember you!"

With that, he shot off like a streaking comet toward the distant mountain ranges. His speed was blindingly fast, making pursuit nearly impossible—not that anyone had the intent to chase him.

Long Valen watched Altair retreat, his expression cold and disdainful. He let out a derisive snort before commanding,

"Dismiss the sect's defensive array."

The disciples, still shaky and disoriented from the intense assault, hurried to obey. Though their legs wobbled and their vision swam, they quickly began the process of dismantling the Skyshade Sanctum Sect's protective formation, eager to follow their leader's orders without delay.

Long Valen then said nothing, swiftly flying back to the main peak, with the other elders quickly following suit.

Serene Willowcrest, seeing that the ordeal had concluded, carried Jin Eryndor back home. Noticing that Jin had quickly recovered his composure and no longer looked like a limp shrimp, she smiled with satisfaction.

Jin Eryndor wasted no time, his curiosity bubbling over: "Mother, all the elders are heading to the main peak, yet here you are, leisurely sipping tea? Shouldn't you be there too?"

Serene Skyshade cast a fond glance at Jin Eryndor, gently pressing a finger to his forehead in a playful and affectionate gesture.

"Silly child," she said warmly,

"does it matter if all the elders are gathering? It's not that big of a deal. Your father, Jin Valen, and the other elders have it under control. Our sect master has surely been remembered and resented by countless others in his journey of cultivation. What's one more grudge? A cultivator's life revolves around the word 'struggle': fighting, seizing opportunities, and grasping destiny. Everything must be fought for. If we were weak today, we truly might have been robbed, and that would be the real humiliation. Besides, your father is among the elders. If any important decision is made, I'll know even from home. There's no need for me to rush to the main peak."

Seeing Serene's relaxed demeanor, Jin Eryndor silently grumbled to himself,

"Mother, are you just using this as an excuse to avoid leaving the house after lounging for a year? Just admit it—I won't laugh."

Despite his inner protests, Jin wisely kept his thoughts to himself, knowing they could easily earn him a pinch on the ear or cheek—something he had no desire to endure.

"Ignorance really is terrifying," Jin mused with a sigh.

Serene chuckled softly.

"Your father is likely correct; that Altair Stormcrest youth was a reckless fledgling. But who knows? Perhaps he was eager to test his strength against others. Having suffered a setback this time, he'll undoubtedly grow smarter. Remember this, Eryndor: if you wish to live long as a cultivator, never underestimate others. Someday, you might find yourself caught off guard and overturned in an unexpected situation."

"Yes, Mother," Jin Eryndor replied thoughtfully, etching her words into his memory.

This battle, despite leaving Jin Eryndor's limbs trembling from Altair Stormcrest's final move, brought him significant gains. Witnessing such a high-level clash between top-tier cultivators was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, not something one could encounter every day. Moreover, Altair Stormcrest's techniques sparked inspiration within him, offering a glimpse of paths he could explore. One day, when the chance arises, Jin Eryndor promised himself he would attempt to emulate them.

But for now, he would focus on refining his Basic Claw Techniques.