Data Cultivation System

"The fist is like a powerful arrow, the back is like a bow, the waist is like the tendons of a dragon, and the meaning is like a ferocious tiger. The essence is boiling, and the Qi is released from the beginning…"

The crisp sound was not loud, but it was filled with determination. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. At the lakeside of a small valley, the sky was reflected in the lake. There was a youth of about thirteen or fourteen years old practicing his fist techniques by the lake. He kept chanting the incantation of the fist techniques and his movements were quite smooth. Clearly, he had already practiced this set of fist techniques thoroughly. Although his strength was not enough, his movements were still somewhat charming.

Although the young man had a strong physique, he was still young. He exerted all his strength in a set of fist techniques. In less than an hour, he had practiced the fist technique from beginning to end. He was already sweating profusely and panting like an ox.

Zhuge Xiang squatted by the lake and scooped some cool lake water to wash his face. He was a little depressed. He had practiced this set of Qi Nurturing Fist for a whole year, but he still had not successfully comprehended the Qi Sense. There was still half a month before the annual recruitment meeting. If he could not comprehend the Qi Sense in the last half a month, then he would only be an ordinary person in this life, an ordinary person who ran around every day to feed himself.

Speaking of Zhuge Xiang's background, it was quite miserable. He had been alone since he was young and had been begging with an old beggar. He had lived a life without stopping until a year ago, when he was begging in a rich family. Not only did his master not help him, but he even let the dog kill the old beggar.

With hatred in his heart, Zhuge Xiang stole a dagger at night and sneaked into that wealthy family and killed all 13 members of that family. Then, a young man appeared and asked Zhuge Xiang if he wanted to become a superior person, if he wanted to eat meat and did not have to worry about food. When Zhuge Xiang said yes, he followed the young man and came to the Asura Sect.

The Great Qin Empire had a population of two billion and a territory of tens of thousands of miles. The martial arts culture was very strong, and the nine great sects stood in great numbers. They could even rival the imperial family of the empire. The Asura Sect was one of them, and its strength could be seen from this.

Every year, the Asura Sect would recruit 100,000 youths between the ages of 12 and 15 from the secular world. They would go up the mountain to train hard and practice this set of Qi Nurturing Fist. The Qi Nurturing Fist itself did not have any combat power, but it could effectively stimulate the essence in the body, refine essence into Qi, and comprehend the sense of Qi. Zhuge Xiang was one of the 100,000 youths.

Zhuge Xiang had been in the Asura Sect for almost a year. There was only half a month left before the next batch of youths ascended the mountain.

On that day, Zhuge Xiang's group of disciples would be assessed. Those who successfully comprehended the Qi Force would be accepted into the sect and become official disciples of the Asura Sect. Otherwise, those who were lucky would be able to stay in the Foreign Affairs Department and become servants in the businesses controlled by the sect, allowing them to ensure their livelihood. Those who were unlucky would be chased down the mountain and their lives would be up to fate.

Zhuge Xiang was used to suffering. He could not bear to think about those poor days. As the saying went, good people were bullied. In fact, in Zhuge Xiang's opinion, the weak were bullied, just like the old beggar who was bitten to death by a dog for no reason. This made Zhuge Xiang realize the importance of being strong. Then, he had to grasp this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to become a disciple of the Asura Sect. He definitely could not let it go.

Even if he was lucky enough to enter the Asura Sect's Foreign Affairs Department, it was still hard for Zhuge Xiang to accept being ordered around by someone.

"Also, as time goes on, there will be more and more people who have successfully comprehended the Qi Sense. After practicing for a year, I should be almost about to comprehend the Qi Sense. I can't fail in the last half a month." Thinking of the tragic death of the old beggar and thinking that this was the only chance in life, Zhuge Xiang rested for a while, perked up, put on the posture of Qi Nurturing Fist, and continued…

Having willpower was a good thing, but out of the hundred thousand youths that the Asura Sect recruited every year, only one in a hundred could successfully comprehend the Qi sense within a year. Moreover, Zhuge Xiang was not in his best state. He practiced this Qi Nurturing Fist ten times in the middle of the night. In the end, his body and willpower had completely exceeded the limit. He lay by the lake and could not even move a finger, but he still did not feel like he had comprehended the Qi.

After resting for half an hour, Zhuge Xiang had recovered some of his strength. He stood up and was about to leave. Although cultivation was very important, the first level of the path of cultivation was to refine essence into Qi. The source of Qi was the essence of the body. Therefore, if one wanted to comprehend Qi, the quality of the body was very important. Naturally, one had to know how to balance work and rest. Otherwise, if one did not know how to control themselves and cultivated bitterly, it would be impossible for one to comprehend Qi. Every year, there were many people in the Asura Sect who had exhausted their bodies or even died of exhaustion.

He stood up and was about to leave, but Zhuge Xiang's body suddenly stopped. From the corner of his eye, he happened to see the reflection of the moon in the lake. It was actually missing a piece.

He raised his head and looked at the night sky. The full moon was like a plate, but when he looked at the reflection of the moon in the lake, he could see that a piece was missing at the edge. What was going on? Why was a piece of the moon missing in the lake? Could it be that there was some rare treasure?

At the thought of this, the curious Zhuge Xiang took off his clothes and dove into the lake. Under the reflection of the moon, he stared at the gap.

As Zhuge Xiang got closer and closer, he could barely see clearly. The reason why the reflection of the moon in the lake was missing was actually because there was a ball of black light in the lake that overlapped with the reflection of the moonlight. That was why the moonlight was missing a piece.

Black light? Why was there black light in the lake? If Zhuge Xiang was not standing at the bottom of the lake at night, the moonlight from the lake would have coincidentally overlapped with the black light. He believed that no one would be able to discover this black light in the dark lake at night.

After diving into the lake, the surface of the lake calmed down for a moment before Zhuge Xiang finally popped his head out. He raised his hand and a black ring was lying on his palm. Under the moonlight, it emitted a ball of black light.

After swimming to the shore, Zhuge Xiang lowered his head and looked at it. This black ring was made of an unknown metal, but it gave people a very strange feeling. It emitted a black light and was obviously not an ordinary item.

"Could this be the legendary Dharma artifact that was left behind?" Zhuge Xiang thought to himself as he looked at the ring in his hand.

Official disciples of the Asura Sect could all obtain a Dharma artifact. These Dharma artifacts often had strange abilities. They were fundamentally different from the sabers, spears, swords, and sticks in the ordinary world. To Zhuge Xiang, they should at least be a Dharma artifact if they could emit black light.

Dharma artifacts that only official disciples of the Asura Sect could have? Zhuge Xiang thought for a moment and could not hold back the curiosity in his heart. He stretched out his finger and put on the black ring.

As the black ring was put on, the ring seemed to come alive all of a sudden, accompanied by a prickling sensation. Zhuge Xiang could not help but cry out in pain. He reflexively wanted to take off the black ring, but it seemed to have taken root in his flesh, and he could not take it off at all.

The pain became more and more intense. Zhuge Xiang, who was already exhausted, felt that he was gradually losing consciousness.

Just as Zhuge Xiang's consciousness fell into darkness, he could vaguely hear a mechanical voice in the depths of his mind. "Scanning bones, blood, irises… Qualifying… Countdown: 20 seconds… System default… Binding successful… Welcome to the Super Game System."