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The Struggling Cultivator

To cultivate is to struggle. There are those who picture their struggle as a means of fighting against the heavens. Others struggle against their enemies or those who look down on them from on high. But a select few, struggle not against an almighty force, or opposition, but simply against themselves. --------------- Obviously cover isn't mine, if you are the creator just tell me and I'll change it/credit you depending on what you want.

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Chapter 4 Shit Knowledge

A few hours later Mo Xiaowen had finished all the books in the cultivation section. Most of them weren't all that long, with the longest books being about 30 pages long. This was still quite a bit of pages to go through considering there were 20 books, but he had managed quite easily.

Of course this was due to his upbringing. Where Mo Xiaowen came from reading was quite common and because of this he had read extensively as a child. 'At least all that reading came in handy, those freaks would have finished all of these in an hour.'

Putting down the final book Mo Xiaowen began to recollect what he had learnt, although there wasn't much.

About 9 of the books were autobiographies by what Mo Xiaowen could only call subpar cultivators. By the time they wrote their books they were past their prime and stuck around the 9th or 10th Stage of Body Refinement.

They did leave Mo Xiaowen with one useful piece of knowledge, and that was their regret. Although subpar, that wasn't because of their talent, but rather in their youth instead of training they slacked off and ended up not reaching the heights they could have had they not been lazy.

After reading them Mo Xiaowen had affirmed his beliefs on trudging forward on the path of cultivation. 'Sometimes its not about reaching the mountain peak, but just seeing how far you can go.' He mused before continuing his assessment.

Of the 11 remaining books, 1 was obviously the "battles", another 6 detailed "cultivation", and the remaining 4 discussed a certain cultivation concept but Mo Xiaowen couldn't quite understand them due to his lacking cultivation.

'Meridian expansion, I am guessing it has to do with the Qi Gathering Realm. That's gonna be a while.' He sighed inwardly before looking at the 6 books on cultivation.

By cultivation, not the road to defy the heavens or gain immortality kind, but rather the farming kind. Frankly Mo Xiaowen would be lying if he said he wasn't annoyed, but out of all the 20 books these were the most well written in his opinion.

While he couldn't be called an expert on cultivating crops, if he used those books as reference he was confident in his ability to grow at least some basic plants.

And last, but certainly not least, was "Body Tempering: My Battles". Out of all the 20 books, this was the book he held in contempt, in fact he had no clue why it was left in this library considering how useless it was.

'Why would the volume, colour, consistency, and number of times one defecated be so important? Not only that but sometimes he seemed happy when he shat more. This book makes no sense. Why would he prefer shitting all the time, doesn't that imply what he ate was unclean and filled with impurities?'

It was safe to say that the book in its entirety had confused Mo Xiaowen. He just couldn't wrap his head around it. Wasn't it better if he defecated less? In fact wasn't it common knowledge that after a certain point of cultivation one wouldn't even need to defecate? He simply couldn't understand it. Until suddenly he realised something.

'...wait, shitting is the way the body gets rid of impurities. So while if I shit more it could mean what I ate was bad, but simultaneously couldn't it also mean I am getting rid of more bodily impurities thereby cleansing my body!?' He pondered on this notion before rereading the book.

'That's why he noted the colour and consistency..... yes it makes sense. He was happy only when the colour, consistency and volume were good. If any aspect was lacking he'd say he lost the battle..... this man, is he a genius!?'

Mo Xiaowen began to fully memorise the book and soon it was time for him to leave, he needed to sleep.

After he left the librarian couldn't help shoot a weird look at the door. 'Although this library doesn't have much why was he so focused on the literal shit book, does he have a screw loose?' The librarian thought before getting out of his chair and leaving the library, he wasn't expected to supervise at all times obviously.

Getting back to his residence Mo Xiaowen swiftly went to bed his thoughts running wild. 'After training tomorrow I need to go back to the library. Memorising that book is a must, and I have to go through the other books just in case. I could end up missing a golden opportunity!' He thought before falling asleep, the day had taken a lot out of him.

The next day Mo Xiaowen got up bright and early and made his way to the training grounds. 'I didn't realise I'd be so sore.' He complained inwardly before picking up a 3 tonne weight and beginning his run for the day.

About 30 minutes later all the disciples had arrived at the training grounds and began their training. This was actually quite a sad sight. Just a couple of days ago most of them would have arrived maybe 10 minutes after Mo Xiaowen but now they were almost 20 minutes later than usual.

It would be an understatement to say that Zhang Wuji's speech had hit them hard. After all while 20 minutes may seem like a small amount of time, it showed a developing laziness within the disciples which if left unchecked would cause them to quit.

But this was of no concern to Mo Xiaowen, others' problems weren't his own. He had no obligation to motivate the other disciples, nor an obligation to help them. While had acquaintances those weren't friends and even if he tried to help them he may be bullied instead.

Due to all this, Mo Xiaowen kept his head down and continued running and running and running, until eventually he finished his training.

He then went back to his residence and rested before heading to the canteen. And just like the day before he then went to the library. This routine continued like clockwork for a week.