While the count down reached zero I could feel my eyelids become heavier and heavier, so after a bit of struggling to keep my self awake I fell asleep.
I couldn't understand what was happening, it was as if I were completely conscious and could make complicated thought, but my whole body couldn't move at all.
I wasn't sure what was going on, but considering that the "quick learn" ability seemed very cheat-like it was only natural for it to be at least compromising.
As I had at least 5hrs, or that was what the ability screen said, I tried to sort out a bit Hao's memories.
Since his first memories everybody in the clan acted like he wasn't even worth of a glance, those who did serve him, did so out of pity or because they where obliged to.
Yet again, no sorrow was built up in what his feelings seemed to have been back then.
**Flashback**
Beiyun Hao was really small, his figure still had that sender-skinny feeling to it, but he still walked behind four figures, followed in turn by a big group of servants.
They were walking towards the ancestral pavilion of the clan, everybody looked like they were in mourn.
It was the day in the year where the head of the clan wanted to remember his two wives, the mother's of his children.
Hao had a different mother from his siblings, he was the son of the former wife, the woman who was rumoured to have been the only and strongest love that the clan head has ever had.
The flashback suddenly changes and now they are inside the pavilion.
Two shrines were set up in there with two paintings of two women.
Hao at the time, being probably 4 years old, didn't even know who out of the two women was his mother.
A strong hand delivered a powerful slap to his left cheek, strong enough to make him fall back a couple feets from where he was standing, but he didn't cry.
"How can you keep such a plain face even in front of your former Mothers?"
The face of the man who helped bring him in this world was utterly disgusted, but before Hao could even try to stutter some sentence his father choose to speak again.
"Nevertheless, your the one who killed her, I can't expect you to feel pity can I?"
With those words a servant came in hand helped up the small child.
Hao couldn't understand back then, but as soon as the servant brought him outside of the pavilion, he started to cry and because of the strong feat he felt just minutes before he even ended up pissing himself.
**Ending of the Flashback**
I still couldn't open my eyes, but the more I binged through Hao's memories more and more anger started to build up in me.
But as soon as I had the time to calm down, I remember how Hao specifically said he didn't want any revenge.
Even if he said so... I couldn't stay still
"I will show them what kind of person they are missing on..."
Was what my mind could muster up as i suddenly stared to feel my eyelids become less heavy.
About another hour passed and I could finally open my eyes again.
In my mind I had a bunch of information on meridians, but if felt as if this info was airy and difficult to completely understand.
But the bases were at least clear to me, in this world, everybody has 12 main meridians and an indefinite numbers of meridian ducts.
The meridian ducts connected the meridians between themselves and if somebody had the right training to form one to the core.
To have clear meridians and meridians ducts it was the basics to start cultivation as through them you could absorb qi from the surroundings and enlarge or create your core.
As this book wasn't a guide on cultivation it listed only clinical afflictions that could affect the meridians and the ducts.
The book also said that, if the meridians were blocked it could have been through an injury whilst if the ducts were blocked there was even the chance of it being because of poison, not just because of injuries.
The good thing was that, if you could identify which was the case, meridians or meridians ducts, treatment wasn't going to be difficult.
All I needed was silver needles and following the book step by step guide, cleaning my ducts might not be a difficult task.