Free Web NovelChapter 9: Soaring Strength
After that short incident, Cole didn’t pay attention to anything else. His entire focus was on scanning the library as fast as possible.
"Hey, have you noticed this trash young master? I’ve seen him lingering around groups of books for hours, just staring. Do you know what he’s doing?"
Tch! Don’t waste my time talking about that trash. For all I know, he might have finally gone mad after doing all those pointless experiments.
You better stay alert. He might turn you into his next test subject...
As it had already been more than twenty-four hours since Cole first arrived at the library, the amount of attention he was receiving was extraordinary. If it had only been attention, it wouldn’t have been that big of a deal, but this was not simple attention — it was close scrutiny. Everyone knew Cole was trash, but they also knew he was not brain-dead. There had to be some reason why he was here. They could not simply ignore what was going on.
Time continued to pass. By the evening of the second day, the task was finally complete.
[Request completed. Data on human body refining acquired.]
[Creating a simplified version of the body refining path.]
[Uploading the meridians into host brain... Please prepare yourself.]
Cole’s head suddenly received a jolt, as foreign knowledge flooded his mind out of nowhere.
He took a deep breath and, focusing on the newly received knowledge, realized it did not feel foreign at all. It felt like something he had learned step by step, as if it had been engraved into his bones.
After a rough analysis of the technique, Cole’s eyes flickered.
Although my Saint Family is an ancient family, with many records and a large pool of talented warriors, it is still not enough.
Saint might have gotten rid of all the useless parts, but creating a perfected technique is not easy. If one day I can feed the AI enough data, it might be able to create the perfect technique.
It’s not perfect, but it should be enough for me to practice up to the peak of the first realm of the body refining path.
The Nascent Trainee Realm was the first realm of the body refining path, while the Nascent Acolyte was the first realm of the magic path.
When a warrior reached the peak of the Nascent Trainee Realm, they would search for opportunities and break through to become a Knight, and a wizard would similarly advance. Warriors who chose to follow both paths were known as Magi, commanding great respect wherever they went and looking down upon both knights and wizards.
Most techniques in the Saint Family did not allow a warrior to follow both paths at the same time. If a talented warrior aspired to become a Magus, they had no choice but to practice twin techniques simultaneously. It was a challenging task, because not only did they have to make sure both techniques were compatible, but they also had to ensure that one did not overpower the other, creating a balance to nurture the magical force that boosted both paths.
It was only now that Cole understood just how mind-bendingly talented these warriors had to be to follow the Magus path.
No wonder they chose to specialize in one path later in their journey...
He could understand why many chose to abandon one path over the other. It simply was not worth it. With the limited resources they had, it was better to focus on one path.
Hmm, let’s forget about engraving for the time being and focus on naming the technique. But what should I name the twin technique...?
With that thought in mind, Cole fell deep into contemplation. He didn’t want to name the technique something sloppy. It should be grand enough to inspire awe in anyone who heard it.
Just as he was thinking, a single phrase appeared in his head.
Hmm... All Heaven Mandate.
A technique that allows one to cultivate all the paths under heaven.
Some might say it was quite a grand name for a technique that could only allow one to cultivate the first realm, but the name was not about the present. What Cole wanted this technique to become was something greater in the future.
Once all these important thoughts were out of the way, he could barely stop himself from starting to practice. He immediately wanted to dive down and begin cultivating, eager to see how far he could go in just one session.
...
While Cole was lost in thought, Trisha moved forward carefully, holding two glass bottles tightly in her hands as if they were the most precious things in the world. Each bottle was made from a single solid piece of glass and filled with glowing blue liquid.
Trisha’s face was red from anger as she muttered under her breath.
I swear, if it wasn’t for Young Master, I would have blasted that old fatty to death. What does he mean he doesn’t have enough mana potions to waste on a trash heir...?
All these bottles belong to my young master. It’s his money that is allowing them to use these resources, yet instead of feeling grateful, they wanted to swallow everything...
She furiously cursed. It took her an entire hour of nonstop frustration before she felt slightly better. Now that she thought about it, she couldn’t help but notice that something was amiss. Compared to every other time, this time the fatty’s behavior was atrociously colder.
Trisha had a feeling that something was definitely wrong, but she could not exactly tell what it was.
While thinking about all these things, she quickly made her way to the library.
In his own personal training chamber, the space wasn’t large, barely enough to be called a hundred-square-foot room, with one sturdy pillar at the center and some other heavy equipment for training. In the corner of his room, Cole sat cross-legged, feeling the changes in his body. He hadn’t immediately started practicing, but had instead found a comfortable place to rest for an hour, eating his fill as well.
Just one hour of sleep was enough to bring his body back to peak condition.
He was about to close his eyes and start practicing when he heard knocking coming from outside.
Young Master, are you inside? I have brought a few mana potions...
Hearing Trisha’s sweet voice, Cole had the sudden urge to slap himself.
To think I was going to practice body refining without having mana potions.
If others in the Saint Family were to know his thoughts, they would not even bother making fun of him. They would simply shake their heads in disappointment, because whenever their young master was involved, nothing he did could be called normal.
