Argan had tried to start cultivating.
'Breathe 3 in, breathe 2 out.' He thought. an hour had passed, but nothing had happened. "Maybe...im ust not cut out to cultivate." he said, depressed. He looked towards the clothes that were drying, and saw that they were fully dry. He took them off the branch, and started to walk back towards the clan. He got back to the tree he was stting at earlier, only to find the book he was reading trampled on and ruined. Full of anger, he picked it up and put it under his arm.
Argan had started to walk towaards an extravagant building. This was jacksons residence. Some servants were talking as Argan walked to the door of the building.
"Isn't that the trash of the clan?" One servant had said.
"Yea, what a shame. No talent to cultivate and no parents either. He only has his Grandfather, but he's in the Martial Patron Trainee Camp." Another replied. Argan ignored them. He was used to this ridicule and mockery. He just continued to enter the building. He gave the clothes to another servant, who look at him in disgust
Argan walked out of the building, and went towards edge of the clan. He neared the wall that was surrounding the clan. There was a small forest near the wall, with lots of shrubbery and the occansional wild deer or boar. As head neared this forest, he saw smoke rising from the forest. He looked in shock as he sprinted towards the location. When he got there, he was filled with anger. There was a small shack, or what used to be one, burnt down. He seethed with anger, his eyes releasing a chold glare. 'This...this is going to far.' He was furious. All because he couldn't cultivate, they tretated him like this. they burnt down his house, forced him to do servans work, and called him trash anywhere he went.
Subconsciously, Argan had started to cultivate. Breathing 3 breaths in, and 2 breaths out. A cold energy circulating through his body and meridians. The energy started to seep into his bones, and started to fill his marrow. Argan was frozen on the spot, full of anger, unaware of the energy. As soon as it went through his bones, he felt an unbearble pain. He instantly sat down, and manually started to cultivate. The energy kept on coming and filled every bone in his body. He clenched his teeth, feeling as if every bone had jus been ripped apart. He tried his hardest no to faint, and bit down on his tongue.
'I can't faint now. These are the first steps to cultivation. If I stop,I never know when I'll get this chance again.' Argan thought, his willpower and mindset making a breakthrough.
This pain had continued for hours on end. At first it was just the marrow, but soon he felt as if every bone in his body had broken. But soo after, the pain had become a lot bearable. He felt a refreshing energy circulate through his body. Soon, the pain had completely left his body. Confused, he inspected his body, only to find a black substance layered over his body. He jumped up and ran into the forest, full of joy. Soon, he got to a small spring,with a few animals drinking from it. He jumped in, nt caring for anthing else. Surprisingy, none of the animals ran off. They merely looked up and saw Argan floating in the water, and went back to drinking.
Argan had a expression of happiness. 'I had reached the 2nd layer of Body Strengthining! Finally!' He thought.
There were six layers in Body Strengthining. The first one being Marrow Cleansing, the second Bone Tempering, the third Muscle Cleansing, fourth Muscle Tempering, the fifth Flesh Cleansing and finally, the sixth being Flesh Tempering. To reach the 2nd level in just 3 hours makes Argan nothing short of a monster. It would usually take 2 years for the average person to reach this level. Even the prodigy of the clan took 3 months. And yet Argan took a mere 3 hours.
Argan had thought back as to why he was able to cutivate, but before he could find any clues,he remembered what happened to his little hut. The more he thought of it, the more angry he got.
"Whoever did that, i will make you pay!" He swore. He got out of the spring, and walked back to his hut. Wen he got there, he picked up his manual and his book. But when he touched the 'Immortal Sword Manual' it started to glow. Argan opened the book, and noticed there was more writing on the next few pages.
"Eyes of Heaven and Hell?" He read.
Eyes Of Heaven and Hell Use This technique to Strike down your foe, and see the truth of all matter.
Eye of Heaven Cultivation Path-Level 1
Circulate the natural energies into your right eye. Once filled to the Brim with natural energy, you will lose all vision in that eye and feel an unimagineable pain. Circulate the energies clockwise until the pain dissappears completelyand you regain vision.
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If done correctly, you can use this to see the cultivation level of anyone within the same Big realm as you. Also an increase to eyesight
Eye of hell Cultivation Path-Level 1
Circulate the natural energies into our left eye. Once filled to the Brim with natural energy, you will lose all vision in that eye and feel an unimaginable pain. Circulate the energies counter-clockwise until the pain dissappears completelyand you regain vision.
If done correctly, you can use this to pressure your opponents and affect their mind and soul. Also and increase to damage and defense against soul attacks.
The book read. Argan was surprised. 'This also comes with techniques?' He thought. Usually, cultivation manuals never come with techniques. Thats because the manuals are for te correct path towards the desired cltivation path, and techniques would distract from the original purpose, leading to energies being deviated from the correct circulation path.
"But first I need to find out who did this." Argan was angry. He could handle the mockery, he could handle the beatings. But this went too far. He needed to find the suspect. "But how could i get revenge without the proper strength?" He said. "Technique rules over everything. It seems I need to make a trip to the Technique Tower. Although these techniques are strong, what if something went wrong? I can't take that risk" He said, as he left the forest.
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It was about 3 in the afternoon. Other members of the clan were walking about. Some noticed Argan and looked at him in disdain. Some just outright ignored him. Argan wasn't paying attention to this, as he thought of what type of technique he should go for.
'Should I go for something relating to the sword? No no. This manual, if it can give techniques, then I would get a formidable sword technique eventually.' As Argan was thinking, he bumped into a large bear.
"Hey, watch where you're going, small- Oh! If it isn't our little trash Argan Gray. Maybe you didn't learn your lesson last time I beat you. Didn't I say to stay at least 100 kilometers away from me?" The bear spoke as he turned around. Surprisingly, it wasn't a bear, but a man!
"Oh, but the size the clan takes up is only 25 kilometers! Well, it seems you're going to have to leave the clan then if you want to actually keep your life." The man chuckled. Argan glared at the man, but eventually just walked past him as he got lost in thought again.
"Hey, you little bastard, don't ignore me!" the large bear-like man said, as he grabbed Argans shoulder, preparing a punch. But, suddenlyhe felt a pain in his abdomen. He flew back crashing into a wall. Argan glared at the bear-like mans body, then walked away.
Everyone stared at Argan in disbelief. "That...that was Argan Trash right?" One young man asked.
"Yeah...Yeah that was. He just beat up Arthur, and Arthur was in the Third level of Body Strengthining, Muscle Cleansing." Another replied
"Theres no way Argan beat Arthur with one punch! He can't even cultivate!" A young woman said. This news soon spread like wildfire, everyone learning about it.
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Argan continued on his way towards the Technique Tower, unaware of the commontion he cause. Still lost in thought, he neared a courtyard, with a large tower inside. He entered the courtyard and made his way towards the entrance of the Tower. There he saw an old man inside of a booth.
"Clan Member Token," the old man said. Argan took out a coin from his pocket and gave it to the old man. The old man took the token and a light shone from his hand. "You have 30 minutes. Hurry up." The old man said. Argan took back the token and saw a timer on it. He entered the Technique Tower and saw bookcases full of books.
The Technique Tower was exactly what it sounded like. A Tower made for housing the techniques of the clan. The clan has thousands of years of its existence, so naturally, it has a large collection of techniques. Each Level corresponded to the level of Body Strengthening. The first being for those at Marrow Cleansing, the Second for those at Bone Tempering, etcetera. Argan went straight to the second level and looked at the title of the books.
"'First of the Hidden Dragon' 'Legs of the Crouching Tiger' 'Arms forged in the Phlegethon'" Argan muttered. These were techniques from the second level.
Argan kept looking for the right technique. Soon, 25 minutes had passed. He still hadn't found a suitable technique. Soon, he came to the last bookshelf. On this bookshelf, there was one technique. It was a dilapidated book, with no title. Dust added another layer to the book, signifying it hadn't been touched in years. Argan picked it up and opened it.
Peerless Fist of speed
Pursue Extreme Speed of the fist with this technique. By the time your opponent is able to react, they will already be defeated.
Cultivation Path- Level 1
Train the arms by tearing down the muscle with physical training. Once you are able to hit the fastest training dummy, you can advance to the next level.
"Interesting," Argan whispered to himself. He checked his token and saw he had two minutes left. He exited the tower and left the courtyard.
As Argan exited he saw a large crowd, surrounding the two men. One was the bear-like man, Arthur. The other was a young man with red, short hair. Jackson.
"Oh if it isn't our little trash, Argan Gray. I heard you beat up my friend here, Arthur." Jackson said as Arthur looked down with shame. "I guess my little 'lesson' wasn't enough. A shame really. I wouldn't have bothered you if you just did what I asked a little faster."
Argan looked at Jackson as he said this, not speaking. He glared at him with an ice cold look, full of anger. "So you were the one behind that," Argan said. "Well, don't look so smug. I'll wipe that smirk off your face. "
"Oh? And how will you accomplish that?" Jackson asked, smiling evilly.
"With the duel I challenge you to. I, Argan Gray, Challenge you Jackson Wey to a duel in 3 months. Do you dare accept?" Argan said aloud.