8mi Chapter 45: Alone Time
Chapter 45: Alone Time
Chapter 45: Alone Time
"This is not the Sect being discriminatory towards those with weaker talents, but this is to protect you from damaging your lifespan and Soul Force!"
A streak of seriousness flashed in her irises. "Foundation Establishment is no longer just about absorbing and refining Qi. Its also a constant and arduous mental exercise. Disregarding the strain that your Dao Roots will be under during your cultivation, if your Soul Force is not powerful enough to withstand your Cultivation Method, then your intellect could be damaged long before you can see hope of reaching the Peak of Foundation Establishment realm. You may be surprised how many Foundation Establishment cultivators arrogantly waste their talents into nothing chasing Methods and Techniques outside of their inherent capability."
Stunned silence replaced the earlier hushed outrage.
"As you all successfully entered into the Five Profound Elements Sect, the lowest Grade of Dao Roots in this room is 4th Grade. But for those that would rather not wait for their Soul Force to strengthen appropriately, Yellow and Black Tier Methods, while weaker in more ways than one, are not worthless.
"All Methods are nothing more than tools. How well they are utilized, however, is up to each of you."
At this moment, Auslen noticed Elder Noelles eyes focusing in his and Nathaniel's direction as she smilingly continued. And to practice Heaven Tier Cultivation Methods, 2nd Grade Dao Roots are the base requirement, alongside a Soul Force strength of 40 points.
Auslen sat back in his chair relaxed, not questioning the Elders stray glance. Anyone could guess why someone with their background and talent entered the Sect.
Why else would a gifted child his age abandon the comfort of his Royal Palace if it wasnt for a Heaven Tier Cultivation Method?
As the male disciple sat down sadly, Elder Noelle turned her attention back towards the other deflating disciples. Most were already limply dropping their hands.The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))
"Any other questions?"
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Auslen and Nathaniel exited from the hall after the lectures end and walked through the Palace of Education. The corridors were bustling so early in the morning, yet very few of the disciples impeded their path. Whispers followed their every step.
Look, theres Prince Auslen and his cousin
Hi, Nathaniel! Remember me?
Nathaniel appeared enthused by the endless attention. He didn't stop turning here and there, replying with friendly greetings to anyone he even slightly recognized. He had passed his shy phase long ago. Now, he was flexing his growing sense of independence, making friendly acquaintances wherever he went.
Auslen politely acknowledged a handful of disciples alongside his cousin. His standard gentle smile framed his adorable face, spreading the warmth of adolescence through the hearts of the nearby disciples.
"He's such a cutie!"
"Would you like an elder sister, Prince Auslen?"
Amused laughter sprang from his lips at the few bold comments. On the inside, however, Auslen sighed, wishing that he could just vanish from these persistent youngsters' eyes.
He was an idiot to ever think he could ever hide his prominent identity in the Sect. Even if Nathaniel wasn't constantly running his mouth, it didn't take him long to realize that this sort of situation was unpreventable. Auslen's only choice was to acclimate to it as soon as possible.
"Senior Brother, Senior Sister!"
After Nathaniel's yell, Auslen turned to see Michail and Irene approaching them from the side as gasps of recognition emerged from the nosy crowd.
"Isn't that Senior Sister Irene. I feel like every time I see her, she grows more beautiful..."
"She's one of the few Foundation Establishment disciples within the Outer Sect. I even heard she's close to joining the Inner Sect."
"But who's that next to her?"
"That's Senior Brother Michail. I think he's already qualified for the Tri-Annual Tournament."
"If Senior Sister is close with him, he has to be good! After all, she was runner up in the previous Tournament."
"Don't forget that she has a twin!" Someone threw in. "Someone told me he has his final Preliminary match today..."
Irene didn't mind the whispers, and acted as though she did not here them as she kneeled down to speak to Nathaniel.
"You ready to go?"
"Yep!" Nathaniel bobbed his head excitedly.
Meanwhile, Michail looked down at Auslen. "We'll send him back to your residence after watching a few matches."
From what he could see, around 20 to 30 disciples were perusing the Yellow Tier Martial Techniques.
Although Auslen currently lacked the funds to purchase even the cheapest Yellow Tier Martial Technique, Auslen didnt come here to purchase anything regardless.
Having no interest in the Yellow Tier, Auslen wasted no more time on this floor and immediately headed towards the nearest staircase. Walking past a handful of fellow disciples, he ascended straight past the second floor, containing only Yellow Tier Cultivation Methods.
Eventually, Auslen made it to the third floor, home to the Black Tier Martial Techniques.
Auslen noticed that there werent even half of the shelves held on this floor in comparison to the first.
A touch of giddiness seeped into Auslens steps as he walked at an easy going pace along the shelves somewhat randomly, finding a peaceful sense of enjoyment while looking through the Black Tier Techniques. His enjoyment stemmed less from the Techniques themselves and more so the process of reading about them, broadening his narrow horizons.
Ever since his previous life's childhood, learning had always been a passion of his.
At times, when his fascination peaked, he would pick up the jade tablet to get a deeper understanding of the inner workings of the Technique.
Rapiers Song: 6,000 Merit Points
Wind Soaring Knife: 3,500 Merit Points
Steel Poking Foot: 3,000 Merit Points
Auslen gradually lost count of the number of Martial Techniques he examined.
After continuing to make his way, Auslen suddenly stopped to pick up a jade tablet. Eyes gleaming, he lightly pressed it to his glabella with closed eyes.
Rippling Heart Gentle Palm.
Internal force attack method. Deliver threatening rippling vibrations into the body of the opponent, indirectly targeting the internal organs
Notes: Recommended for those with Water or Wind Elemental Affinity
4,000 Merit Points.
How vicious, Auslen thought. But truly, he was quite satisfied with its description.
Auslen already had a weapon-type Martial Technique and a movement-type Martial Technique. But the only obstacle in his way on his journey to mastery was his limited Profound Qi.
Partially to distract himself from his inability to cultivate, Auslen felt the need to pick up another Black Tier Technique or two. And his most blatant weakness at the moment was his lack of empty-hand Techniques.
Mentally retaining the name of the Martial Technique in consideration for when he had available funds, Auslen removed the tablet from his forehead and placed it back on the shelf. Then, he walked towards the end of the row of shelves, where an extremely thick, leather-bound catalogue was placed upon a wooden pedestal.
Auslen opened the catalogue. He didn't even bother looking through the names of the Earth Tier or Heaven Tier Martial Techniques, because even if he did, he couldn't see the details of the Technique, nor could he practice them. Not a glance was spared at the Earth Tier Cultivation Methods as he flipped directly to the Heaven Tier Cultivation Methods.
Auslen counted the zeroes, paused, then recounted them. Then, he flipped a few pages and did the same thing.
I knew this wasn't going to be easy, but come on now...
Even the cheapest Heaven Tier Cultivation Method hed seen so far had cost a whopping 500,000 Merit Points!
Shit! How many damned Qi Refinement Elixirs would I have to
Something abruptly interrupted his calculations.
Gritting his teeth, Auslen dragged his gaze away from the catalogue and removed the vibrating Identity Medallion. He was being notified that he had run out of time.
Closing his eyes, Auslen sighed wearily before shutting the catalogue.
What was the drinking age on this planet, again?