Chapter-3

In the early morning of the next day Alan suddenly jolted awake from his trance like state. Looking below he found that his body was covered with something oily, a black layer of filth emitting unpleasant smell excreted from his pores.

Although he was completely covered in filth, he was feeling much better than the previous day.It felt as if shackles which were binding him has been removed.He felt his body to be weightles rejuvenated.But smelling the unpleasant odour he went to the bathroom to wash himself.

While Alan was cleaning himself he

heard the door of the house being pushed open with a loud creaking sound. Thinking that it might be Jack, he hurriedly completed the task at his hand and came into the living room. ".... Wah"

"hey Jack what's wrong... why are you staring me like that"

The chubby kid with chesnut eyes was pointing his finger at Alan with

an aghast expression "you.... you..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

"hey man what's wrong with you, why are you staring at me like I'm some kind of kind of ghost"

"Sh..Shura did you by any chance consumed one of those beauty pellets or what? "" Huh ,what's wrong why'd you ask something like that "with a doubtful face Alan aks Jack . " Look at your self in the mirror and you'll understand "

With a bewildered face Alan walks towards the mirror. He was shocked by looking at his appearance as he used to be fairly average with tanned skin due to his time spent in the heat but now his appearance was somewhat strikingly beautiful, with platinum blonde hair, eyebrow sword shape and a beautiful pair of crimson eyes which resembled the mesmerizing gloom of the universe.Even his body which tended to be somewhat rough and muscular at his tender age was now smooth and Every muscle striation seemed to flow like a river, appearing like art itself but these subtle line of his muscles was filled with a powerful and dominant beauty. 'Is it because of removal of the black oily filth from my....wait a minute isn't it similar to the process of impurity cleansing which drastically increases the functions of the body while removing the filth present in it.'

While Alan was still immersed in his own thoughts Jack came back from his stupor. "Shura you still haven't answered me, how did your appearance change so much in a single.... " So as to avoid being bombarded by these questions he tried to change the topic.

"that's for later but why'd you come here so early in the morning"

"Oh I nearly forgot, quickly get ready we have to go. You didn't show for the past 2 days and I had to cover up for you"

"what.... two days really"

"why are you not aware of it" Jack asked shura suspiciously.

"No... No it's not like that, you know I was kinda depressed by the fact that I couldn't cultivate and.... "

looking at shura who appeared to be depressed Jack tried to comfort him.

"Is there really no other way to cultivate martial arts if one doesn't have martial talent" Alan asked Jack trying his hardest to maintain a depressed look so as to extract information from him.

"well .... there are a lot of legends about how people have lucky encounters and have their constitutions change but it's extremely rare"

"Oh there is also that stuff about the princess of our kingdom where everyone deemed her to be useless and unable to cultivate. Even the emperor ignored her but only to find that she is a demon level genius and her potential was found to be too huge to be determined even with tier 4 spirit orb"

"wow that's so cool, I wish something like that could happen to me"

"They are called legends because they tend happen rarely"

"How could someone like you who have martial talent understand our feelings" going along the flow Alan continued to tease him seeing him making funny appearances.

"It's not that simple as you assume it to be. Having a talent of some tier does not indicate that you can reach that level. It all depends on perception and comprehension. "

"How difficult can it be? you just have to absorb the spirit energy and store it in your body right? "Not believing what he was told about Alan continued to argue.

" It's not that simple, first you have to locate your energy centre and then unblock the energy channel leading to it. This step itself will prevent many people to step into the path of martial arts "

Chatting together they finally reached head servent's cabin.

Entering the cabin Alan saw an old man standing near the window.

"Grandpa yun, what are you doing? "

Jack asked pondering what's wrong with this old man who always stands near this window at an early hour .

"Oh... so it's you two kids"

Shura quickly asked to forgive him for not being able to come for the past two days and waited for the old man's scolding but it didn't come.

"alright, alright stop it. This time I'll forgive you shura for skipping your chores but next time you'll be punished accordingly. Now go back to your work" and when they were about to leave the old man said something to shura that made him elated.

"Shura I've talked to Elder Mao about your matter and he said that as long as you are able to pay back the amount at which you were bought then you will no longer be bound to this clan and will be able to leave the clan"

"Thank You uncle yun" saying so Shura sprinted to complete his chores as soon as possible.

In the evening Alan finally completed all his tasks but he was a bit depressed. He used to be one of the world's best assassin and now here he is, as one of the slaves of the Xiao clan.Although it's hard to digest he had no other choice cause he is powerless right now.

All he could do is to get as strong as he can. 'According to Jack, one must follow cultivation techniques to absorb energy and store it in their energy centre or else it will dissipate just like how it used to happen in my previous life' 'But the main problem is where the hell can I get a cultivation technique, it's not a flower that I can pluck from a roadside tree.'

Still feeling deeply strained, he returned back to his home, cleaned himself and laid on his bed but still thinking about this huge problem about cultivation art.

'Now that I think about it, I read an ancient mmanuscript of Aztec civilization in my previous life that I obtained by killing a smuggler which talks about a concept similar to that of Jack's. '

While he was still trying to recall of the script that he read many years ago. He started to feel dizzy and fell into a semi conscious state. It seemed as if he entered into a mysterious state of mind that he never felt before. In that state he heard something being whispered near his ears.

'With heaven in the sky and hell beneath land. The universe has determined to separate the things as light and darkness. If light is seen as holy ,then is darkness unholy? . If darkness is superior then is light inferior?. The world is always one, strength is always mingled with weakness and is hard to seperate. Light and darkness will eventually meet and a fusion will take place and then good and evil will coexist and this is the law of.... '

As the string of words that were difficult to understand abruptly spilled into Shura's mind, he abruptly woke up only to discover that he was heavily sweating.

After getting ready while he was still thinking about the wierd dream

A single sentence came out of him mouth

"Ancient art of Primal Cosmic Genesis"