The next morning, everyone go back to their routines as though the events of the previous day had never occurred.

Jin Eryndor was happily savoring the breakfast prepared by his mother, Serene Skyshade. The dining table, with its three occupants quietly enjoying their meal, exuded a serene and refined atmosphere.

Suddenly, Jin Eryndor broke the silence, saying, “Father, I need your help to make something!”

As he spoke, he handed over a sketch— a diagram of a cable-pulley weight machine that he had recreated from memory of his time on Earth.

Jin Valen accepted the sketch, studied it briefly, and said, “The design is quite straightforward. Dori, you want to use this device for your physical training?”

Eryndor quickly coughed and clarified, “Father, it’s not some complex artifact. Just forge it from regular iron. The important thing is to make plenty of these weights so I can adjust them for different levels of resistance.”

Jin Valen nodded, saying, “Alright. I’ll have it ready and bring it back tonight.” The design Eryndor provided was incredibly simple; Jin Valen understood it at a glance. Having worked on much more intricate designs in the past, this request felt trivial. He was more than happy to oblige his son’s request for a training tool. As long as Eryndor stayed focused and disciplined, he was content to support him.

After finishing breakfast, Jin Valen left for the central peak. Jin Eryndor and his mother, Serene Skyshade, remained behind, enjoying her tea break, their morning routine flowing seamlessly like clockwork.

Once the tea was finished, Jin Eryndor stood up, dusting himself off. “Mother, I’m heading out for my morning training,” he announced.

Serene Skyshade nodded gently, her affectionate gaze following him. Since his birth, Eryndor had always exceeded all of her expectations. He never cried, caused trouble, or misused his family’s status. Instead, he was diligent in reading, writing, and practicing his training, leaving her with little to worry about.

Jin Eryndor stepped into his personal training ground, his expression calm and focused. Stripping down to a simple pair of training pants, he began his warm-up routine with squats, push-ups, and jogging, methodically preparing his body for the day’s training.

After about 15 minutes of warm-up, feeling his muscles loosened and his body warmed up, Eryndor then move to the next part: practicing the Foundational Claw Technique.

The Foundational Claw Technique was divided into two primary components:

1. Basic Grappling Combat Moves – A set of practical techniques for live combat.

2. Foundational Flow Routine for Physical Training – A series of structured movements designed to build strength, precision, and flexibility in the practitioner.

The flow routine was quite straightforward in principle but required relentless practice to master. It included movements like: Bowing Sweep Claw, Tearing Claw, Reverse Hook Claw, Rending Throat Claw and several other claw techniques, each simulating specific strikes or grappling motions.

Eryndor repeated each movement over and over again, his claws cutting through the air with dedication and precision. Every motion was deliberate and sharp, his muscles tightening and relaxing in rhythm. He understood that mastery came from consistent, repetitive practice until these movements became his second nature—achieved only when the technique reached the state of effortless execution, known as perfection through repetition.

The Foundational Claw Technique emphasized three critical principles:

1. Speed: The claw must strike as swiftly as an eagle snatching its prey.

2. Precision: Every strike must hit its intended mark with deadly accuracy.

3. Ferocity: Each motion must carry the force of a tiger clawing its target’s heart.

To meet these standards, every movement demanded full engagement of the practitioner’s muscles and unwavering focus. Only with total commitment could the technique serve its dual purpose: effective training and formidable combat execution.

The progression of mastery for the technique was defined as:

* Beginner Level (Entry): The practitioner could execute the complete sequence of movements with basic speed and form, striking powerfully enough to demonstrate foundational strength.

* Intermediate Level (Small Success): The practitioner’s claws could cut through the air with a sharp whistling sound, completing the motions within a blink of an eye, with all muscle groups working in unison.

* Advanced Level (Great Success): With two blinks of an eye, strikes not only created audible bursts but also engaged muscle coordination seamlessly, leading to precision and power that appeared natural.

* Mastery (Perfection): Within three blinks, every strike was lightning-quick, harmoniously blending muscle movements, energy concentration, and seamless coordination to form a flawless, fearsome attack.

Jin Eryndor began to practice his moves. Though his memory and sharp focus allowed him to replicate the motions accurately, there was still a stiffness in his execution—minor missteps that prevented him from achieving fluidity. Yet, his efforts were unmistakable. As he repeated movements like Bow Sweep Claw and Tearing Claw, the strikes took shape, gaining a sense of power and intent. His form was strong, and his resolve unyielding, but he knew he had much to refine.

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After completing one round of the Foundational Claw Technique for body strengthening, Jin Eryndor stood still, calming his breath and reflecting on his movements. He realized that the core of the training lay in the Crouch Step and Direct Claw Strike, a motion repeated most often and considered the essence of the technique. Jin faintly felt that mastering this fundamental move would be key to excelling in claw techniques.

Once his mind was clear, he resumed practicing the routine repeatedly. After each round, Jin took time to reflect on the strengths and flaws in his execution, making adjustments to improve in the next iteration.

Body strengthening training, or physique cultivation, demanded a significant expenditure of physical energy, using stamina and focus to temper the body. Jin Eryndor had the advantage of an exceptional starting point—his mother, Serene Skyshade, was in the Nascent Soul stage, and from birth, he had consumed her enriched milk. Once he transitioned to solid foods, he was fed medicinal meals. These circumstances provided a perfect foundation, preventing him from becoming a “Chubby Dori,” overnourished without discipline.

Thanks to his diligence and strong foundation, Jin could repeatedly practice the claw technique, each session pushing his body closer to exhaustion. Yet, after a brief rest, he would resume, fully immersed in his training and showing unrelenting determination.

What Jin Eryndor didn’t yet realize was how extraordinary his circumstances were. In this world, humans had inherently weaker bodies compared to other races, and it was only through cultivation with spiritual energy that physical transformation and strength could be achieved. For most people, even basic sustenance was a struggle, let alone the resources needed for martial arts training.

The saying “wealth fosters strength” wasn’t just a proverb—it was the reality. Martial artists consumed massive amounts of food and required expensive medicinal ingredients for proper training. Ordinary families could scarcely afford these costs. Only those with incredible luck or extraordinary circumstances—like a guiding elder or a miraculous inheritance—could hope to compete with the privileged children of wealthy families.

Without those benefits, the less fortunate were left struggling right from the start, making it almost impossible to keep up. Their journey was like trying to push a snowball uphill, while the wealthy prodigies raced ahead with ease, carried by the downhill momentum of their advantages. That’s why most of the cultivation world’s brightest stars came from powerful families or influential clans.

From a young age, Jin Eryndor was dedicated to rigorous training. His physical strength was at least double that of other children his age. This didn’t just mean he could handle twice the workload—it meant he could handle three or even four other children as much if they want to fight him. It was like in a game, where a high stat advantage lets a single character overpower others. Without the right power level, even a group of two or three players would struggle to defeat a boss, often needing the entire guild to succeed.

Jin’s robust body also strengthened his mind, further enhanced by his natural advantage as a reincarnated individual. His mental resilience far surpassed that of other children his age, allowing him to resist fatigue more effectively. This, in turn, let him practice foundational body-strengthening techniques more frequently.

While an average person might tire out after practicing the technique three times, Jin Eryndor could repeat it five, six, or even seven times. Over time, this consistent effort created an enormous difference in progress. And let’s not forget—he wasn’t even two years old yet.

After a long morning of practicing claw techniques, Jin Eryndor was completely exhausted, sprawled on the ground and panting heavily. It took several calls from his mother, Serene Skyshade, before he groaned in response.

Serene approached quickly, her face full of worry. Seeing him lying on the ground, tongue out and gasping for air, she let out a startled cry: "Oh no! Dori, what happened to you?"

She hurried closer and sent a pulse of spiritual energy into his body. The energy flowed through him, scanning for any problems. Only after confirming that he was unharmed did Serene let out a sigh of relief. "Dori, what kind of crazy training are you doing to wear yourself out like this? Don’t you know overexerting your vitality before age six can stunt your growth?"

Eryndor gave a wry smile and replied, "Mother, I was careful. I didn’t overuse my essence. I just pushed myself to complete one extra round of foundational training, and it was a bit too much."

"Hmph!" Serene huffed, channeling more spiritual energy to help him recover. Then she scooped him up and flew back home.

When they arrived, Jin Valen was already there. He looked up and, seeing Serene carrying Eryndor, raised an eyebrow with a teasing grin. "Well, well, isn’t this a surprise? My little Eryndor, who insists he’s too grown-up to let his mother carry him, is making an exception today?"

It was true—Jin Eryndor usually refused to be carried. As a former shut-in, he had a certain sense of pride and felt embarrassed being coddled. Ever since he’d learned to walk, he’d avoided being carried, much to his mother’s occasional disappointment.

Eryndor glared at his father, Jin Valen, for a moment and muttered, "Father, why do I feel like you’re enjoying this a bit too much? Can you not laugh at someone else’s suffering?"

"Hahaha," Jin Valen burst out laughing. "Alright, alright, come on, it’s time to eat." As he spoke, he casually cast a basic cleansing spell.

The grime and sweat covering Jin Eryndor’s body were wiped away instantly, but he didn’t feel entirely refreshed. "Magic isn’t everything," he thought. He still decided to take a proper bath before heading back to the dining table to eat.