Pirated Immortals in the World of Spirit Weapons

Chapter 8: A Cataclysmic Start

After everything was ready, Zhu Que began his all-night cultivation.

It was still operating on two parallel lines: analyzing the unknown large-scale spiritual artifact on one side and circulating spiritual energy on the other.

Although he succeeded once last night, the circulation of spiritual energy is still very difficult for him.

But with repeated practice, he gradually became more proficient.

First, the speed of breathing in spiritual energy gradually became very smooth, starting from a slow pace.

Secondly, it involves controlling the speed at which spiritual energy circulates.

He gradually became familiar with the eight extraordinary meridians, and the phenomena of loss of control, deviation, and blockage became less and less frequent.

Each time he completed a full cycle, he could clearly feel it—

My body felt as if it had been tempered from the inside out, with my limbs, bones, and internal organs receiving a slight strengthening.

At first, it took him more than half an hour to complete a process of breathing and circulating spiritual energy.

In the early hours of the morning, the time had been reduced to half an hour.

"call--"

Zhu Que let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and was extremely exhausted.

I glanced at the time; it was already 5:30 a.m.

He unscrewed the last bottle of water, gulped it down, and then ate all the cooked food he had bought at the supermarket.

Afterwards, he went to the bathroom at the self-study center and took a free hot shower that was included with the overnight package.

The warm water cascaded down from head to toe, easing his fatigue and making him feel extremely refreshed.

Then.

Just as he was about to leave.

Suddenly, I noticed that the service desk in the lobby of the beginner training room was surrounded by a lot of people, and it seemed quite lively.

Zhu Que curiously leaned closer.

A young man wearing a black mask was sitting at the service counter.

He was wearing the uniform of the cultivation center and was surrounded by more than a dozen people, explaining various cultivation issues to them.

Most of those problems are fundamental issues related to the Qi Refining stage.

But for Zhu Que, many of these words were like listening to gibberish—

He had just stepped into the realm of cultivation and was unaware of many basic practices, so the content was naturally very difficult.

Zhu Que glanced at the time but did not leave. Instead, he stood outside the crowd, listening intently.

He may not understand these things now, but he will encounter them eventually.

It's 6:30 in the morning.

As the clock struck, the young man closed the notebook in front of him and chuckled softly:

"Excuse me, everyone, I have to go home now. That's all for today. If you have any further questions, you can come find me again tonight."

The group bowed in thanks and then dispersed.

Seeing the crowd disperse, Zhu Que quickly went over and asked:

"Brother, I've just started cultivating and I don't understand many of the basics. Could you answer a very simple question for me?"

The young man looked up at him, then, while packing his things, asked with a smile, "So, what's the problem?"

"It is very difficult for me to breathe in and circulate spiritual energy. Each time, it takes at least half an hour to breathe in and circulate a wisp of spiritual energy for one cycle."

Zhu Que voiced his confusion: "Is this normal? Is something wrong?"

The young man immediately replied, "It's most likely because your spiritual root is too weak."

"My spiritual root is too weak... How can I solve this problem?"

Zhu Que has a severe lack of knowledge about cultivation.

Although he knew about "spiritual roots," he only had a vague concept of them and had no idea about their true function.

The young man didn't answer his question. He packed his things, slung his backpack over his shoulder, and patiently said:

"This is just my guess, and it may not be accurate. We still need to analyze each case individually."

"The training center has equipment to test physical aptitude. Why don't you get tested and bring me the report tonight?"

"Okay, thank you very much!"

Zhu Que immediately bowed and thanked him.

"No need to thank me, this is just my duty."

The young man smiled and waved his hand, indicating that he didn't need to be so polite.

"Now that you have embarked on the path of cultivation, we can be considered fellow practitioners, and it is only right that we help each other."

"Brother, my name is Zhu Que. May I ask your name?"

"My name is Zheng Yuanbai."

The young man smiled and said, "I'm here almost every day. If you have any questions, just ask me."

"Thank you, Brother Zheng."

Zhu Que nodded slightly.

Then.

Zhu Que found the slightly old-fashioned testing device at the cultivation center.

The detector is over two meters tall, with smooth lines and pale gold runes engraved on its metal surface, swirling with strange fluctuations.

The instrument is not free to use; it costs 100 spirit coins per use.

Zhu Que paid 100 spirit coins without hesitation.

"Buzz!"

With a mechanical sound, the detector's hatch slid open, revealing a misty, swirling space.

Zhu Que stepped inside.

"Buzz—!!"

The hatch closed, and as an array of patterns lit up, a soft light screen instantly enveloped his body, conducting a comprehensive examination.

About a minute later.

"Test complete!"

The light curtain dissipated, and the hatch opened.

Zhu Que left the testing equipment and saw that a test report had been generated in the window outside.

He saw his basic data at first glance.

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Name: Zhu Que

Age: 16 years old

Rank: Fifth Class

Job: Ordinary employee at the Sixth Landfill in Qingze Subdistrict, Jinfeng Town, Guangyang City

Spiritual Root: Low-grade Mortal

Cultivation Realm: None

Dao Heart Stability: None

Overall physical fitness: 0.34

Physical condition: Distortion 12.5%

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In addition to these core basic data, the test report also includes a bunch of other supplementary data, such as meridian patency rate, spiritual affinity, mental endurance index, and so on.

Zhu Que was completely confused.

Fortunately, the detector had basic information about each data point. After looking at it for a while, he understood a few core basic data points.

First, there's his spiritual root. His "low-grade mortal" is extremely low-ranking, belonging to the category of people with the most dull innate talent.

Secondly, his cultivation level and the stability of his Dao heart are "none" because he has not yet officially entered the Qi Refining stage.

Next, the overall physical fitness score is 0.34.

The value for a healthy adult is around 1.5, so he is now roughly equivalent to one-fifth of a healthy adult.

Finally, regarding his physical condition, his distortion rate is 12.5%, which is close to moderate distortion.

"My basic data is probably at the very bottom of the bottom, no wonder I have so much trouble circulating my spiritual energy..."

Zhu Que fell silent immediately.

However, despite the disastrous start, he was not discouraged.

With the ability to "imitate magical artifacts," he was absolutely confident that he could establish himself in this world of cultivation.

Then.

He carefully put away the test report and left the self-help training center.

I bought two hearty breakfasts on the street and rushed back to the Sixth Garbage Dump before seven o'clock.

Pushing open the door, I saw Sun Zheng had just woken up.

Zhu Que handed over a breakfast, saying in a humble tone, "Brother Sun, I brought you a breakfast."

"Thanks."

Sun Zheng didn't stand on ceremony and took the food, wolfing it down. This was much better than the food at the garbage dump.

"Brother Sun, I didn't come home all night because I..."

Zhu Que didn't return home last night, and Sun Zheng must have known that; he had already prepared an excuse on the way.

"I don't want to hear it, I don't want to hear it."

Sun Zheng waved his hands repeatedly, as if afraid of getting into trouble, and muttered:

"What you do is none of my business, just don't drag me into it. I just want to live a peaceful life."

"clear."

Zhu Que nodded slightly.

It seems that Sun Zheng, like Xiao Cai, is a very cautious person who doesn't want to know things that might bring him danger.

After breakfast, Zhu Que was busy all day.

He symbolically ate some dinner, then quietly made ten copies of the Spirit Gathering Cloth and left the junkyard.

After meeting Xiao Cai at their agreed-upon spot and completing the deal, he went straight to the Hope Self-Help Training Center.

The main hall of the beginner training room.

As soon as Zheng Yuanbai, who was on night shift, sat down, a test report was handed to him.

"Brother Zheng, this is my test report."

Zhu Que was respectful.