Sword Cultivation Root

Uncle Liu stared at all the villagers as he entered Lin Fan's wooden hut.

"Where were you when Lin Fan was starving and helpless on his own?"

"To think you have the gall to come today and try to get on Lin Fan's good side."

Uncle Liu lashed out and gave the villagers a piece of his mind.

With her hands on her hips, Mei Fong was standing right next to Uncle Liu, giving him support.

The villagers looked down at their feet and didn't dare to make any noise.

They knew it was wrong, but in this chaotic Quan Dynasty, they didn't have much choice.

Lin Fan raised his hand and motioned for Uncle Liu not to say anymore.

He didn't hate these villagers, just felt nothing for them.

Why would a lion turn its head when a dog barks at it?

"All right. Thank you, everyone, for your gifts. It's cold, and my wooden hut is not warm enough for all of you. Go back to your homes now."

The villagers, hearing that Lin Fan didn't reject their gifts, were pleased.

Without much fuss, they chatted among themselves and left Lin Fan's wooden hut.

Granny Lim turned back and bowed to Lin Fan as she left.

She was now even more convinced Lin Fan was the hero who had saved her life from the vagrants.

"Good riddance," Uncle Liu said and turned to Lin Fan. "Come join us for dinner."

"Sure, Uncle Liu."

Lin Fan was more than happy to have dinner with them.

It was the closest thing resembling family to Lin Fan in this world.

And as the days passed by, there weren't many days left for him to indulge in this peace and warmth.

After dinner, Lin Fan dug up the things he had hidden outside his wooden hut.

It was all the 'recycled' items he had gotten from his fallen adversaries.

One tael of silver, a few silver pieces, thirty copper coins, and the manuscript titled 'Flowing Cloud Sword Style'.

The money was crucial for the journey to Qing Feng sect—to get things done in the Quan Dynasty, you needed to grease the parts to have things moving.

Lin Fan predicted that Qing Feng sect wouldn't be an exception to it.

Putting aside the money, Lin Fan picked up the manuscript as it was what interested him most at the moment.

Reading the opening chapter, it was about how to regulate his breathing, meditate, and have an inner view of himself to check which type of sword cultivation root he was.

Those most suitable for this manuscript would be those with the cloud sword cultivation roots.

Others might be of fire, water, or ice sword cultivation roots.

In the worst scenario, you would see no sword cultivation root, and you were most likely not suited to be a sword cultivator.

Lin Fan followed the instructions.

He breathed in and held his breath, bringing attention to his dantian, trying to direct Qi from the surroundings to it.

But he was unable to do so; no Qi could be felt, and all it did was make him dizzy from the lack of oxygen.

Not giving up, he recalled what he had experienced during his upgrade of his physique level.

How Qi was directed into his dantian, and how it helped to strengthen his body with it.

Lin Fan tried again.

This time he could feel a pinch of Qi prickling on his skin, but it was gone in a flash.

What did I do wrong, Lin Fan thought to himself as he read the instructions again.

After he corrected his posture, Lin Fan tried again.

Finally, he went into a meditative state.

His focus from his mind expanded.

The insects chirping and noise of the night went away.

He could now feel the movement of air brushing against his skin, and with it, the Qi prickling at it.

This was the status the manuscript wrote about.

Lin Fan quickly did an inner view of himself, eager to know what sword cultivation root he was.

In the dark and void inside of him, he had... nothing.

If anyone had a sword cultivation root, they should see something inside.

For Lin Fan, there was nothing, only darkness and emptiness.

Lin Fan stopped his meditative state, opened his eyes, and sighed.

Either he didn't follow the instructions correctly, or he was not suitable to be a sword cultivator.

He thought that it was the latter.

No matter, there must be other forms of cultivation technique in this world for him.

One that would match his Beast Abilities much better.

With this discovery, he had to prepare for it.

His belt sword wasn't cutting it anymore.

It couldn't get through Master Tan's neck.

He would be a sitting duck if he fought with other cultivators with his belt sword.

Time to upgrade his weapon and get something new.

...

Feng Shou town.

He Xian Weapons shop.

"Welcome. Nice to see you again. What can I help you with today?"

Pei Tong was all smiles when he saw Lin Fan and Ho Ming enter the shop.

"I need something better. Strong enough to be able to deal with Martial Arts Fighters."

"Hmm... Only spirit level weapons would be able to do so, but it will cost you—a tael of silver at least."

When other customers in the shop heard what Lin Fan said, they turned and looked at him.

What is this?

A young teenager speaking about dealing with Martial Arts Fighters?

With his ragged clothes, he didn't look like a young master from some powerful family.

They snickered at Lin Fan, not knowing he had already dealt with and killed some of these cultivators.

Lin Fan couldn't be bothered, but Pei Tong shooed these customers out of the shop.

"Go away if you are not buying," Pei Tong pushed them out with his guards ready to help him.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Yeah, he is just a nobody."

"Stop, I will leave by myself."

The customers were stunned at the change of attitude in the usually friendly Pei Tong.