章節 4: First Time's Cultivation

Name: Yang Song

Combat Power: ordinary mortal

Talent: literature (18), music (15), immortal cultivation (50), alchemy (39), charm (99), language (8), exercises (10)

Talent to be Opened: None

Assignable Points: 101 points

"The charm value has reached 99. This should be because I looked too handsome back then. No matter where I went, there would be beautiful women screaming, right? But even if I'm old now, going out still attracts some girls' attention," Yang Song murmured.

Deep down in his heart, there was a bit of regret. This damn handsomeness, what good use did it have? If he could add this point to his comprehension talent back then, he would definitely be a Grandmaster now!

"My immortal cultivation talent's value is 50. It seems that besides being handsome, I still have some strengths. It's just that there was no way to cultivate immortality before, and I did not know how to cultivate. My life was really blinded by this kind of talent…"

Yang Song held the mirror and shook his head from time to time with emotion.

"This assignable point is pretty good, and it should continue to grow. Maybe one day, I can fill up all the talent points."

After looking at the mirror here and there for about five minutes, Yang Song put down the mirror.

It was confirmed that he had a very high talent for immortal cultivation. And since the system also provided a cultivation technique, the most important thing he needed to do now was to find a quiet place and try to cultivate.

'Maybe there will be unexpected gains?'

…

Courtyard of the Yang Family, in a three-story underground room.

This secret room was for his old wife to practice in seclusion in the early years. The total area reached more than 300 square meters. Later, after the old woman disappeared, Yang Song made it into a treasure room.

In addition to some martial arts equipment, there were many other things.

A precious treasure from the abyss.

Weapons made of various animal bones.

A small book that recorded the names of his enemies.

List of warriors that Yang Song had invested in.

Birthdays of his children and grandchildren.

A love letter written by his wife back then.

A physical book that was once printed with copyright stolen.

Before, when Yang Song entered this secret room, the first thing he did was to go through the small book that recorded his enemies and make sure that he remembered every name on it. After that, he would read the list of warriors that he had invested in.

When his children and grandchildren began to lack martial arts resources, he would find a few from the list who were not very strong.

Then he let his children and grandchildren go to them and let them repay his favor.

But today, after Yang Song came in, he directly walked in the direction of the futon in the middle.

"Martial arts cultivation is mainly based on forging the body, through the way of fighting, increasing the limit of the body, breaking the genetic limit, so as to obtain fighting power beyond ordinary people…"

"However, from what I read in the Immortal Cultivation Secret Manual, immortal cultivation is very different. It is through absorbing the psychic particles in the air, inhaling Spiritual Energy, strengthening the internal organs, removing impurities, and purifying the heart and lungs, thereby achieving the purpose of becoming stronger."

Regarding martial arts, although he had never practiced martial arts, Yang Song had understood its essence very well for decades.

"Immortal cultivation, you only need to sit still, meditate, and breathe! The first stage in the Immortal Cultivation Secret Manual is to perceive the psychic particles in the air, suck them into the body, let them flow along with the blood, and temper the whole body…"

Yang Song closed his eyes and began to meditate according to the Immortal Cultivation Secret Manual.

His talent for the cultivation of immortality with the value of 50 was really amazing.

After Yang Song meditated for less than a minute, a magical scene abruptly manifested. He was clearly closing his eyes, but the pattern in the entire room could be seen as clear as day inside his mind.

In the air that seemed to have nothing before, a silver-white light spot the size of dust appeared without warning.

When the light spots reached one hundred and fifty, it stopped swiftly. From this point, Yang Song could see that the psionic particles contained in the air in a fixed area were limited.

"Absorb!"

Yang Song, focusing on the psionic particle closed to him, chanted and meditated silently in his heart.

As he inhaled, the particle slowly drifted towards Yang Song until it entered his breath.

When his consciousness fully emptied and his attention focused on the particle, Yang Song was surprised to discover that when that particle entered his nasal cavity, it slid into his blood vessel extremely flexibly.

The silver-white particle, flowing with the red blood cells, circulated around Yang Song's inner body.

"According to the saying in the manual, if a particle travels along the blood vessel for a week, it is a week of cultivation. At the current rate, it takes about half an hour a week."

Half an hour fleeting quickly.

When the psychic particle radiated a faint silver light from the beginning and reached the end of the blood vessel, the light became darker and darker. Then finally, it disappeared completely after the operation ended.

Boom…

At the same time, Yang Song could clearly feel that an immense force burst into his body with a sound of an explosion. And then it turned into a stream of warmth, and like thin lines, spreading all over his body gently.

Yang Song felt as if he seemed to be lying on the beach lazily while basking in the sun; as if bathing in a hot spring that exuded the fragrance of flowers; as if his body was floating lightly above the clouds; overall, Yang Song felt unprecedented invigoration in his every single blood cell.

When this feeling gradually disappeared, Yang Song slowly opened his eyes.

"I feel that the strength in my body has increased a lot, and it is even more profound than the feeling when my body was being repaired by the system."

Yang Song then stood up and walked to a metal-looking sandbag made of exotic animal skins. This sandbag was used by his wife when she was practicing martial arts.

Yang Song had also tried to hit this thing before. However, after he hit it at that time, this damned sandbag did not even budge an inch. The hateful thing was that Yang Song felt that his hand was about to break apart.

But now, when he felt the sensation of the surging power in his body, Yang Song had great confidence.

Bang!

He stretched out his first and hit the sandbag hard.

What came after that was a muffled sound.

This time, Yang Song could not feel that slightest pain in his fist, and the sandbag that he could not hit before began to shake back and forth under this punch. Although the amplitude was less than ten centimeters, it was definitely an atypical breakthrough for Yang Song.

"This manual is really amazing. Only after absorbing the first psionic particle, my strength has increased so much. If I continue to absorb it, how strong will I become?"

Yang Song retracted his hand and then clenched his fist vigorously with a bit of excitement.

It must be known that just this morning, it was very difficult for him to walk even with his walking stick. And if his movements were a little bit bigger, he would feel sore all over his body.

After testing the strength of his fist, Yang Song then squatted slowly with his legs and jumped up with a will.

Whoosh!

One jump could reach a height of one meter. After landing, his legs did not fracture and fell down very steadily.

He could do push-ups ten times easily in less than a minute without any pressure at all.

This feeling of strength and rebirth made Yang Song very excited.

It must be noted that only one psionic particle had been absorbed earlier. In this secret room alone, there were more than one hundred and fifty such particles. What's more, how many such particles were there in the world? No one could count them at all.

"If one day I absorb all the particles, how strong will I become?"

Yang Song sat back in the futon again and became infinitely looking forward to it.

The feeling when cultivating was very refreshing, and Yang Song also felt very refreshed now.

After that, Yang Song continued to absorb the psionic particles. If there were people next to him, they would definitely be shocked. Because as the cultivation time lengthened, although Yang Song's appearance did not become younger, the blood in his body seemed to be full of energy. Those energies were even condensed into substance, making the surface of Yang Song's body covered with a faint mist, which was very peculiar…

Yang Song's cultivation lasted all night…

…

The next day.

Boom, boom…

"Father, are you in there?"

"Father did not go out, did he?"

"No, no one has seen him leave the house. Now, only this place is not checked. How about we pry open the door to have a look?"

"Don't do it. This secret room is a forbidden place. Father doesn't allow anyone to go inside. If we enter without his authorization, we will definitely be scolded."

It was ten o'clock in the morning. Outside the secret room, there was a rush of knocks and shouts.

Usually, at this point in time, the old man had already gone to have breakfast and was basking in the sun in the yard.

But today, not even his shadow was seen.

After the younger generations of the Yang Family found that their old family lord could not be contacted, they came to his house and rummage through his bedroom and such, but no one was found. They were worried that something happened to him with his old body, so they found this secret room and thought that he was there.

Hearing those voices, Yang Song stopped cultivating.

The first time he cultivated, he cultivated for ten hours straight and absorbed a total of twenty psionic particles. When he opened his eyes, he only felt that his whole body had inexhaustible power.