"This guy is something, isn't he? He even possesses an innate physique." I looked at Carl's innate potential section; he had the grade one wind element spirit root, the same elemental affinity as Virat.
However, his evaluation by the system was D+ overall in the innate potential section, and that meant he had something better than both of them in some aspect, and that was the innate physique he possessed.
'This guy really is luckier than us.' His better rating in innate potential stemmed from the iron-ranked innate physique he was born with.
An innate physique was often referred to as a unique and inherent physical attribute possessed by a cultivator.
Ria had told me that there were many varieties of innate physiques, one of which could help one learn sword arts as simply as drinking water or make cultivation as simple as just walking, some of the physiques were among the mysteries of the cultivation world.
An innate physique could also make someone who was only a mortal and didn't cultivate as strong as a cultivator in peak stage martial body refinement or could be in an even higher cultivation stage.
Innate physique had many different forms and many different types with its uniqueness.
They were ranked from Iron, Silver, Gold, Diamond, Platinum, Starlight, Epic, Legendary, God, Transcendent, and Eternal.
Iron rank was the lowest, and Supreme rank was the highest.
However, the significance of an innate physique lay in its potential to provide a cultivator with uniqueness.
Sometimes, an individual with a lower-ranked physique could defeat someone with a higher level of physique due to how well the physique integrated with them and its distinctiveness.
However, physiques were not solely innate. This meant that different types of physiques existed, and one can also attain a physique even if one wasn't born with it. Even for some who were born with them, they remained unlocked, and they had to meet specific requirements necessary to unlock the physique.
'He's lucky, a little luckier than the three of us,' I thought.
Nevertheless, this advantage benefited all of us. Having a guy with an innate physique, even an iron-rank one, was advantageous because it would give us and him an edge in some way or another. That was also better for me.
'Master, tap on the innate physique, and you'll be able to see its description,' Ria instructed me telepathically from her system house.
I followed her instructions and tapped on the 'Innate Physique' on the system interface. A new system interface displayed information about Carl's iron bone physique.
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Iron Bone Physique
Rank: Iron
Description:
The Iron Bone Physique ranked at the lowest level, iron rank, exudes a silent power that originates deep within an individual's bone core. Like an unyielding fortress, their body possesses a unique composition that grants them exceptional resilience.
The Iron Bone Physique graces an individual with bones that are akin to tempered iron. Their skeletal structure possesses a remarkable density and fortitude that surpass the norm. This exceptional skeletal structure enables them to exert force up to 100 kg.
This natural quality is embedded in every sinew and joint, creating a body that can withstand the harshest of challenges. This physique might lack the flashy brilliance of higher-ranked physiques, but it compensates with an enduring strength that sets it apart.
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'Uff!' Impressive!
Being able to exert a force of 100 kilograms was remarkable. What made it even more astonishing was that Carl could achieve this without even cultivating and this meant without even cultivation his punches and kicks, or any attack would have the force of 100 kilograms.
It was overwhelming.
Some individuals received significant advantages in the world of cultivation. The world of cultivation was not fair at all.
As if I were one to talk.
The one with the biggest advantage was me, who had a system, and at that, a system that could collect anything.
There wasn't much left to explore, and the only thing remaining for me was to check the reward for completing my first extraordinary mission.
Amid all the discussions, understanding things equivalent to the world, and even using the friend servant function for the first time, I completely forgot to claim the reward for my first extraordinary mission.
Tall trees stood behind us. On a normal day, these trees might sway with the wind, shedding their withered and lively leaves. But not today. It was as though they mourned for the sect, neither the wind nor the trees displaying their usual vibrancy. Instead, there was a pervasive sense of gloominess.
'Ahh, damn.' I sat down, leaning my back against the tree.
We had been in Section 17 of the outer court sect, where our huts were situated. However, we had been at the far end of Section 17, near the base of the towering mountain.
As I sat and prepared to claim my first mission's rewards, I suddenly felt a tingling sensation, as if some creatures were observing me.
Um?
Carl, Virat, and Kell, who had been standing in a trance, now regarded me with reverence. Yet, in their reverence... something felt off.
It was at that moment...
Gulp!
They audibly gulped, their nervousness evident even from a few metres away.
And those eyes... those eyes shifted from reverence.
Instinctively, I began standing and took a few steps back as a precaution.
Their eyes held an unusual fanaticism as if they had encountered the most coveted treasure in the world.
I involuntarily covered my ass while standing, prepared for anything they might demand, especially considering my injured state.
However, their next words halted my movements and left me puzzled.
"Allen, please forgive our potential disrespect, but..." They started with confidence and deep respect, but mid-sentence, their expressions shifted to panic, as though they had misspoken.
"Can we meet the Spirit Saint?"
"Who?" I subconsciously asked aloud as all the words they had spoken sounded shit to me and their shift in expression was making me a bit angry for no reason.
"The revered Spirit Saint," they responded in unison.
Spirit Saint?
The phrase sounded oddly familiar, but I struggled to place it.
'Spirit Saint? Do I know anyone like that?' Whether it was a trick of the mind or not, I heard an eerie and enthusiastic, oddly familiar laugh. The sound seemed to trigger a memory in my mind.
'Spirit? Are they referring to the Spirit? What's with this saint title?'
And I finally understood whom they were talking about.
Spirit, who I had named this morning, Ria.
But what was with this Saint shit?
Even if they were giving her a title shouldn't it be Evil Spirit or Sinister Spirit?
That sounded plausible to me.
This Saint title sounded so absurd to me that it was enough to make me puke.
'Saint my ass.'
If those sisters were Saint, then what was I?