The Beginning

After spending a good few minutes in the hut cleaning, he calmly lay on the bed.

'Should I go to the sect's library? It would be better to know the situation that revolves around me instead of being clueless,' he pondered, considering the next course of action to take in order to gather more information.

With a decision made, he got up from the bed and left the hut that was located on the outskirts of the sect.

The best thing about this hut was that it was located in the concluded space so not many would bother him if they didn't hold a grudge or just wanted to cause him trouble.

There was also a small river that traveled close to his house, only a few inches deep, so he had a very easy time cleaning up all the blood and dirt that lingered inside.

After walking for what seemed an hour, he finally arrived at the library after asking for directions from other outer disciples, although they were unwilling but still gave him the directions because he didn't ask for much.

Some of them thought he had lost his mind a few times, considering the location of the sect library was clearly visible to everyone.

"Excuse me, sect elder. I'm here to request access to the library," he said respectfully to the elder who was in charge of overseeing the library.

The sect elder raised an eyebrow, looking surprised at his sudden appearance.

" Are you among the new disciples the sect has brought this year" he inquired, studying the young man with curiosity.

He shook his head " No sect elder, I've been here for a long time"

The elder frowned as he looked at him from head to toe, " Then why is your cultivation at body tempering second stage? Only the freshmen are at this stage."

He shifted uncomfortably under the elder's scrutinizing gaze, feeling a pang of embarrassment at his lack of progress.

' Just great, now I have transmigrated into the body of trash, but since the angel said I was among the talented ones, I shouldn't have a hard time in the future,' he thought inwardly.

Sighing the elder shook his head in disappointment " Never mind, just let me see your identification token."

He reached into his pocket and retrieved the token that marked him as a disciple of the sect, handing it over to the elder for inspection.

The elder examined the token, his expression growing more serious as he studied the markings and symbols etched into the surface. After a moment of contemplation, he handed the token back to the young man.

"Very well, you may have access to the library. But remember you can't stay there for more than 10 hours. If you break this rule, you can't have access to the library for the next year, " the elder said, his voice firm and authoritative.

With a nod, he left the elder and just entered the library.

Looking at his back the elder's thoughts were filled with frustration and disappointment as he observed the lack of progress in the disciple's cultivation.

He sighed inwardly, struggling to understand why someone with such limited talent and motivation had been allowed to join the sect in the first place.

The elder knew that the sect had high standards and expectations for its disciples and seeing someone like the young man before him flounder and stagnate only served to deepen his sense of unease.

Stepping inside the grand library of the sect, he was greeted by the musty scent of old books and the low murmur of scholars engrossed in their studies.

The shelves were filled with ancient scrolls and texts, a treasure trove of knowledge.

He didn't know what he should start off with, but he decided to start with something small and picked a book with the name "Basic Understanding of Cultivation".

After reading the book intensively for an hour, he sighed as he absorbed the fundamental principles of cultivation outlined within its pages.

The information was eye-opening, shedding light on the spiritual energy that flowed through the world and how cultivators tapped into it to enhance their strength and abilities.

He began to piece together the gaps in his own understanding of the cultivation, realizing that the lack of progress of his predecessor was not solely due to his own shortcomings, but also a result of his limited knowledge and guidance.

In the book, he learned that spiritual energy also called Qi was inside the atmosphere and cultivators absorbed that energy through their veins to the dantian located in their abdomen. 

Most cultivators need spirit veins to cultivate and there were also different grades to them. The grades were as follows:

Mortal (White) Spirit Vein: The lowest grade of Spirit Vein, found in ordinary individuals or those with weak cultivation potential.

Earth (Brown) Spirit Vein: The second-lowest grade of Spirit Vein, possessing slightly higher cultivation potential than Mortal Spirit Veins.

Sky (Blue) Spirit Vein: A high-grade Spirit Vein that only exceptionally few have and are desired by every sect. 

Heaven (Purple) Spirit Vein: A higher-grade Spirit Vein that represents supreme talent and potential for cultivation. The last time a person appeared with this Vein caused a great war to occur, every sect fighting to get on favorable terms with him. 

Divine (Gold) Spirit Vein: The highest and most rare grade of Spirit Vein, possessed by legendary cultivators and representing unparalleled talent and potential for reaching the pinnacle of cultivation.

If a cultivator's qi veins were damaged or broken, they would be unable to use or absorb qi stored in their dantians. 

After having memorized everything about cultivation he left the library as he had almost a few minutes remaining.

As he exited the library, the setting sun cast a warm glow over the sect, bathing everything in a golden hue. He took a moment to appreciate the beauty of the scene before him, the sun's rays painting the world in shades of gold and amber. 

However just when he was about to turn around to leave, he heard a familiar yet unfamiliar voice calling out to him.

" Yo! Zhu Chen weird seeing you at the library!" exclaimed Xiao Liang, a fashionable young man with long brown hair and a commanding presence, as he stood with his arm around a lovely young woman in a stunning purple dress.