Chapter: 2; The blood forging realm
Qiangu Qitian harnessed and came at an even pace through the dense woods.
The whole forest was as if alive, tall trees dancing in the tenderly blowing wind. Sunbeams broke through the canopy and cast the shadow of trees on the earth in sections.
"This area is dangerous," Qiangu Qitian muttered under his breath. His glanced around cautiously. "The memories warn of beasts that hunt silently. I can't allow my guard down."
After what felt like hours of cautious traversal, the faint sound of dashing water reached his ears. Relief washed over him as he quickened his tempo.
Coming out of the timber, Qiangu Qitian found the waterfall falling from a height of 50 meters. The water shone under the sun, at its bottom creating a mist just like a rainbow. The pool below was crystal clear, with smooth stones lining its mattress.
"Beautiful," he breathed, staring for a moment. He could see why this place had come to be considered unique in the boy's mind. The energy here was different-thicker, clearer. It almost felt like the location itself was alive, breathing with energy.
"This will do." Qiangu Qitian didn't waste any time. He glanced around, making sure that there weren't hidden beasts or some other risks. Satisfied, he set his garage bag down on a flat rock.
Qiangu Qitian reached into the storage bag, his thoughts centered. With a small surge of motive, the spatial tool opened, and he carefully retrieved the metal basket he had saved earlier. It was no ordinary basket; its reinforced shape became designed to resist the warmth of boiling water, a necessity for medicinal baths.
He then fished out the grass, he had prepared beforehand. Their respective colors shined weakly in the sun, each revealing an ethereal aura.
"Moonlight Grass." He lifted the plant with the silver-colored blade. "Nourishes body resistance and cures minor injuries."
"Thunder Grass." He muttered, his hand holding the slender yellow stalk. "Wakes up the body's power channel and trains power storage."
"Earth Orchid," he said, cradling the flower of earthy brown petals. "Grounds the mind and frame, stabilizing one's middle."
Finally, he showed the pink petals of the Blood Fire Petal. Just the protection over them sent his fingers tingling with heat.
"This one fortifies blood flow and constructs the desire to cultivate."
Qiangu Qitian put them into the basket, layering it carefully so that the herbs in it were evenly distributed, and then he put the basket into the pool at the threshold of the waterfall, where the flow was tranquil.
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He got dry wood and stones from around him in the forest and quickly built what resembled a makeshift range. In all his actions, precision fitted hand in glove with reality and necessity.
"I could've even inherited memories, but surviving instincts are born within." he thought with a wry smile on his lips.
Using the piece of flint he found within the sack, Qiangu Qitian lit up the wood. The sound of crackling flames flared into life, carrying an intense temperature against the cold forest air. He set the metal basket atop them, allowing the inside water to heat up gradually.
As the temperature rose, the herbs started to release their medical properties. The water developed a faint golden color and the rich, fragrant aroma filled the air.
"Perfect..!" Qiangu Qitian whispered, as he took off his tattered outer outer to reveal his lean and emaciated frame full of scars and bruises.
"This is the beginning of something new," he thought, moving into the warm pool.
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The instant his body was submerged within the water, Qiangu Qitian felt a sharp tingling sensation go through his veins. It was as if the herbs' essence was being absorbed directly into his skin, flowing into his blood.
Ssshh… He hissed in pain yet forced himself to continue staying alive. The coolness of the water soon turned into warmth, and his muscular flesh began to relax.
"Concentrate." he muttered, his eyes closing.
Mentally, he imagined the circulation of the power within his body. Not knowing any cultivation method, intuitively, he felt that channelizing the medicine force to specific points would maximize its effect.
He started with his legs, imagining the warm temperature seeping in there, strengthening his base. Then he channeled the energy into his palms, then his chest.
Time seemed to stretch out endlessly as he sat inside the pool, putting up with the scorching heat and razor-sharp stabs of pain. Every second became a fight of self-control.
Guided by instinct and inborn information, Qiangu Qitian began to circulate the strength in his body. The method was rough, coarse, yet powerful; he channelled the force into the muscles, bones, and blood, which had to be strengthened at every circle.
The medicinal properties of the herbs enhanced his technique, forcing impurities out of his body. Black, foul-smelling liquid seeped from his pores, testament to the cleansing results of the bath.
"Disgusting," Qiangu Qitian muttered, his nostril wrinkling. But he endured, knowing this turned into vital for his transformation.
As the hours passed, he felt his body growing lighter, more potent. The ache in his chest became relieved, and there was a regular, rhythmic pulse of his vein.
"I've executed it." He silently whispered, grin tugging at his lips. "The first step of cultivation, the early stage of Blood Forging Realm."
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Qiangu Qitian stepped out of the pool, his body steaming with residual heat. He looked down at himself in amazement with the aid of the adjustments. His previously frail body was now lean and described. Though still light, his skin had a healthier glow.
"This is just the beginning," he thought, determination burning in his eyes.
He cleaned himself in the clean waterfall water, clearing the impurities from his frame. Getting dressed, he sat thinking of how to devise a way to live the following months of life since he wants to increase his cultivation level, then only gets out of the woodland and can start his journey from the sect selection technique, where he had the threat to be decided on in threat.
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Qiangu Qitian stood under the waterfall while cold water washed the residual impurities away from his frame, and black sludge which had seeped out all over during the medicinal bath turned into a grim reminder of his previous self-a weak and vulnerable boy confused by a life of agony and inability.
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Qiangu Qitian sat on a flat rock beside the waterfall in deep thoughts. The boy's memories, whose body he now occupied, were incomplete records, a treasure trove. He found that the sect entrance method was held once every three years or so. That was an opportunity for those with no family backing or resources to show their capability and find a place in one of the powerful sects that ruled the world of cultivation.
"To join a sect is to gain access to resources, methods, and protection." "But without enough cultivation, I won't even pass the preliminary exams."
His eyes narrowed with determination. "I have much less than a year before the next decision. If I have to face a threat, I must at least reach the Peak of the Blood Forging Realm before I leave this forest."
Qiangu Qitian's plan became simple yet also very hard for him since he had nothing.
1. Enhancement of the cultivation base by constant medicinal bathing and training of the body.
2. Superior herbs and sources within the woods needed to be found.
Three. The learning of basic fighting skills with whatever he could find or create.
Qiangu Qitian soon understood that discipline would become the keyword for survival and improvement. He had nobody but himself to rely on; hence, a tight schedule was put in place for maximum development.
Morning: Physical Training
Qiangu Qitian woke up every morning at the crack of dawn, and the forest was steeped in tender golden mild. His first task was physical conditioning. Although the medicinal tub had its privileges, his body still needed to be tempered through effort.
He started basic sportive activities:
Push-states on uneven rocks for strengthening his palms and balance.
Sprinting along the woods for patience and building up speed.
Climbing trees to adorn his agility and coordination.
Over time, he added heavier tasks. He developed his core and legs by carrying large boulders that he managed to find by following the river. Jumping from boulder to boulder was giving him the reflexes.
The forest itself became his education ground, every obstacle an opportunity to push himself similarly.
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Midday: Herb Gathering and Resource Exploration
Having rested a little and eaten fruits and berries, in the afternoon, Qiangu Qitian used to explore the woodland.
By using the memories of the one-of-a-kind Qiangu Qitian, he diagnosed areas where rare herbs were likely to grow. These expeditions were now not without risk; he frequently encountered low-level spirit beasts, creatures that could feel the faint electricity radiating from his body.
The first few encounters had been most perilous to him: all he had was an iron spear made from a strong branch and a whetstone; thus, Qiangu Qitian had to rely on his wits and agility in order to ward off the beasts.
However, with every war, he became much more confident and composed; his movements swift, his blows larger and more precise. Those low rank beast had been like the cultivation struggle device for him now.
He gathered their hides, claws, and bones to manufacture crude guns and tools.
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Night: Medicinal Baths and Cultivation
When the sun began to set, Qiangu Qitian returned to the waterfall. This place became the center of his recurrence.
Every day at night, he prepared a clean medicinal bath using the herbs gathered during the day. Soaking himself in water heated over fire, he endured the familiar tingling sensation as the medicinal properties flowed into his body.
He could feel the energy flowing into his veins, feeding his group of muscles, organs, strengthening blood and bone. It was slow, painful work, but Qiangu Qitian loved the feeling afterward in every session.
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Days slowly turned into weeks, and then weeks into months. The drudgery of his routine started to take on a rhythm as one day built from another.
Qiangu Qitian had a day of sweat and strain in the morning, exploration, adventure, and risk on entering the afternoon, and quiet contemplation--hearing boom--after dinner.
The forest now wore friendly faces, no more surprisingly threatening ones. He turned adept at silent movement through underbrush; interpreting the minute signs of animals nearing; and using everything lying at his feet to utmost utilization.
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By the end of the primary month, Qiangu Qitian had completed his first major step forward.
One night, in the medicinal bath, a sudden surge of energy took place inside his body. It was like a dam had burst and poured electricity into his frame.
His blood felt heavier, denser, as if it now carried some form of power within it. His muscles clenched, his pores and skin shone dimly, and his respiration had turned deeper and more powerful.
"I have reached the Mid-Blood Forging Realm," he realized with a smile pulling at his lips.
But by no means was the adventure over then. With every leap forwards, more and newer challenges came. The energy required to preserve his development expanded, and the beasts he met grew stronger.
One day, he came across the Moonlight Panther, a spirit beast infamous for its swiftness and guile. That fight had driven him into the limits, and he was forced to call upon all the energy and technique he had learned thus far.
He came out effective, but that was a sobering reminder of the risks lurking in the forest.
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The months of relentless effort took a lot from Qiangu Qitian. His body now carried new scars, his hands calloused by the endless hard work. Yet, his eyes burned with fierce dedication.
He had additionally learned to embrace the pain and fatigue, seeing them as signs of his growth. Each pain in his muscle mass, every bruise on his skin, turned into a step towards his aim.
"This is the path I've selected," he regularly reminded himself, to improve his very own self assurance.
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Three months later, Qiangu Qitian stood at the edge of a precipice. As for the resources from the woods he had gained, they were barely adequate for him to surge into the rank of a Late degree in the Blood Forging Realm.
However the slow process also irritated Qiangu Qitian. Although he is aware that breakthrough requires time and sources, and additionally he is with no cultivation method, and surely desires to utilise the medicinal homes of the herbs to obtain the more impact, but unfortunately he doesn't have.
"Can I make my own cultivation method myself?"
For a second, Qiangu Qitian fell silent.
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