章節 20: Cultivation Pills
Although Lu Zhen didn't know what was going on in his mother's head, he was happy that she did not question his abilities. If she did, he would have to cook up a more feasible lie to cover up, so he was relieved that she didn't get suspicious of him.
She even communicated through voice transmission to avoid revealing his secrets.
Voice transmission was a common technique in the martial world. While theoretically even martial trainees could use it, the reality was quite different. The immense amount of qi required for effective voice transmission made it a challenging feat even for third-stage martial artists. Only second-stage martial artists could use it more casually.
The technique utilized qi as the medium to create soundwave-like vibrations, storing them within the qi before releasing them directly to the intended person. The more qi released, the farther the qi could travel before disappearing, and the more sound waves you could transfer in the qi.
While in theory, this technique could be used to attack enemies, it was quite impractical and complex to use in combat. Fights were often decided in mere moments, and even if a fight was somehow prolonged, using the transmission technique to hurt the enemy would consume an insane amount of qi, making it impractical.
Thus, other techniques were more suitable for combating and transmission techniques were only used for communication.
The technique was so common that even the previous host of the body who had utter lack of interest in the martial world somehow knew about it.
Lu Zhen was happy to see his mother being so supportive of him. However, he knew that if she really knew that her son's body had been taken over by Lu Zhen, he would probably have died a miserable death by now.
Lost in his thoughts, he felt a shiver down his spine, contemplating the dire consequences if the truth was to be exposed.
However, his thoughts were interrupted by a gentle voice, pulling him back to reality. Lu Ying's soothing tone brought him out of his reverie, and he directed his attention to his caring mother, who held a small box about the size of a ring box.
"Here, son," Lu Ying said as she handed him a small box about the size of a ring box.
"What is this, mother?" Lu Zhen asked in a confused tone.
"This is your gift for reaching the martial trainee level," Lu Ying explained, offering the box to Lu Zhen without any hesitation.
Lu zhen caught the box, he observed the box. It was simply black in colour, but the shade of black seemed to have a mysterious depth, as if it absorbed all the light around it. The box was smooth to the touch, its surface polished to perfection, giving it a luxurious feel.
Along the edges of the box were delicate gold patterns, expertly carved with meticulous precision. The golden designs depicted intricate swirls and graceful curves, resembling vines that entwined around the edges. Each line seemed to be purposefully placed, as if having a specific purpose to it.
Seeing the box, Lu Huang was shocked to the core, unable to contain his surprise as he couldn't help but exclaim, "Lu Ying, are you sure you want to give that? It was given by grandfather himself, who was greatly impressed by your talent."
Lu Huang's shock was evident as he observed the precious item his wife intended to bestow upon their son.
Hearing her husband's questioning tone, Mother Lu's anger flared up. "Hmph, what does it matter to you what I give to my son? This is my possession, and I choose to give it to Lu Zhen. Do you have a problem with that?" she retorted with a fierce glint in her eyes.
A terrifying aura emanated from her, but this time, it was intentionally directed at Lu Huang, who felt the pressure and immediately regretted his words. He knew better than to question his wife's choices, especially when it came to their beloved son.
He knew his wife was crazy towards her son. Since Lu Zhen was born, he hadn't had a single chance to do 'that' with her. Her attention and love were completely focused on their son, leaving little room for anything else.
And he couldn't even be forceful because he couldn't. He was just too weak compared to lu ying. Thinking about this lu huang sighed, feeling a headache.
Seeing Lu Huang's over reaction, Lu Zhen knew that this box might contain something precious.
"Mother..." Lu Zhen began to say, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt. Unlike the protagonist in novels, he was not thick-skinned and was just a regular human with a "little more yearning towards strength."
Having taken over the body of this world's Lu Zhen, he felt conflicted. Witnessing himself being showered with love, he couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt. After all, he was not the original Lu Zhen, and his very existence felt like deception, causing a pang of guilt within him.
This experience of guilt was a common human psychology shared by most people in the modern world, whether they acknowledged it or not. Living in the comfort of society, Lu Zhen was no exception to this phenomenon, often referred to as "impostor syndrome" or "imposter phenomenon."
However, just moments later, the feeling of guilt seemed to dissipate, almost as if it never existed. It was as if he had "adapted" to this psychology.
"Son, you should take it as a gift from your dear mother," lu ying said in a stern and loving voice.
Hearing the voice lu zhen might have refused previously but now he felt more inclined to it and didn't hesitate to take it.
"Then thank you, Mother. What is in the box?" Lu Zhen inquired with a composed expression.
"This box contains a pill that can directly help you purify and condense qi to a certain degree without requiring any effort," she casually explained.
Lu Zhen was shocked to hear this. After all, pills were rare treasures in this world, as only first stage martial artists or higher could create them. Regardless of the type of pill, they were sought after because of their heaven-defying effects.
"Don't open it now, or its medicinal properties will be lost. You should consume this pill only when you reach the third stage as a martial artist to achieve the best effect," Lu Ying patiently explained.
"Thank you, mother," Lu Zhen said in an extremely grateful tone.
Lu Zhen was genuinely thankful for her support. She had not only provided him with the perfect Verdant Blade Art for his cultivation but also gifted him these valuable pills, for which he felt immense gratitude towards his mother. After all, Lu Zhen wasn't an ungrateful person; he believed in repaying kindness.
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