High Above

Late at night, in his room, Ian used breathing and self-suggestion again and again to mobilize the blood flow rhythm in his body and gather the essence.

It's just that Ian, whose breathing method was a bit jerky, now seems to be quite proficient and smooth in mobilizing the source quality.

Every time he took a breath, he could sense in surprise that the internal organs deep inside his body also began to conform to the rhythm of breathing, flowing out the original unusable source quality deposited in it, and pouring it into the blood circulation.

It's like soaking in a hot spring. The body that was a little sore from strenuous exercise quickly recovers and rejuvenates in the warm current.

To be honest, Ian couldn't understand at all why the breath method could only be regarded as a beginner, and suddenly became so handy.

But after careful thought, he found the reason.

——The answer is 'use'!

Today is the first time he formally used the source quality to strengthen his body, defeated and killed the enemy with the strengthened power... For the first time, he extracted the source quality stored in the source seed and released it on his arms, Strengthen it.

——The source quality needs to be used.

Thinking of this, Ian had a glimmer of understanding.

Condensation is only part of the true effect of the source seed. Its real effect is to extract the stored source quality, create sublimation organs, strengthen oneself, and enhance the essence of life!

Condensing the source quality and improving oneself - this is a complete practice!

How can it be sublimated if it is only condensed and not used?

"So that's it. I was too cautious before. I had a hamster mentality. I didn't want to use the source quality. This kind of thinking is not advisable."

Opening his eyes, Ian realized something: "The use of source quality to strengthen my body this time is only temporary and has no permanent effect, but my body is more adapted to the source quality-if I continue to strengthen it next time The strength of the two arms, then the required source mass will be less, and the speed will be better."

"And the process of using it is the most thorough exercise from the inside out."

No matter how ordinary people exercise their bodies, they only use the muscles of a part of the body. It requires extremely scientific exercise methods to ensure a uniform posture.

But the use of source quality is the strengthening of every cell.

Although the source quality will return to its original state after dissipating, the human body itself will remember this feeling, greatly increasing proficiency.

Aristocrats and wealthy sublimators can continuously consume source quality and strengthen their physical fitness. In this way, they can seize some opportunities in future practice and battles.

But for ordinary sublimators, the source quality needed to condense sublimation organs is already stretched enough, requiring extreme planning, which is naturally different from those nobles who can eat sublimation materials as food.

This is where financial power and resources matter.

It's just that Ian just happens to have ways to quickly obtain various resources.

As long as he condenses the source seeds well, he will be able to continuously obtain all kinds of rare resources by virtue of his foresight vision. When preparing to condense the source quality of the sublimation organs, he will also have the power to subtly strengthen his body!

"Now, I just need to wait for Teacher Hilliard to come back, and I can gather the source seeds."

After Ian returned home today, he prepared dinner and boiled the concentration potion for tomorrow.

Although most of the seafood picked up in the afternoon was lost in the battle, Ian still brought a razor clam and a few large clams on the way back to the city, which can also cook a pot of soup.

Halfway through the treatment, his younger brother Elan's eyes became brighter and brighter. Obviously, the sequelae of sleeping powder had improved a lot. He would babble a few times when he saw Ian, and he could even vaguely repeat a few words Ian said.

If it wasn't for the aborigines' attack, this kind of life would be quite relaxed and comfortable... No worries about food and clothing, progress every day, and the teacher taught me about my studies, guiding me to know the many secrets of this unknown world, and the progress of my brother's recovery is also progressing.

Simply heaven.

But it's a pity.

Port Harrison is a city surrounded by indigenous people.

Closing his eyes, Ian recalled the crying and despair of those attacked by the natives,

He still remembers the blood, tears and dirty clothes, the appearance of bloody wounds, the cry of the child at the city gate, and the blood of a father splashed on his child and melting in the icy water.

Ian is not kind, nor is he sympathetic. He is really not a good person in the traditional sense—he even thinks that if the imperial people did not come to the indigenous territory, all of this would be nothing will not happen.

But then again, the aborigines also rode elephant soldiers to occupy territory outside, and they were very arrogant, but they were beaten back by the Southern Border Army at that time.

In short, the strange world of Terra Continent does not give Ian any sense of substitution for the time being. He doesn't think he is an imperial person, or a white citizen. What secrets are hidden behind this world of things that have never existed before?

Of course, he would definitely not feel that he was an aborigine, and he would never feel that cannibalism had even the slightest legitimacy.

"Whatever, I'm not stupid."

Opening his eyes, Ian lowered his eyes, his eyelashes trembling, but his eyes looked indifferent: "At least, the natives came here first to try to kill me more than once, and this group of people is indeed very dangerous."

"For my safety, they have to die, that's the answer."

Forty minutes later.

Just when Ian completed the third complete cycle of source matter in the body, Hilliard returned home.

The old knight was holding a box in his hand, and at a glance, he could tell that Ian was still awake, with no trauma on his body, and his mental state was quite full.

"It seems to be fine."

After returning to the city for a while, he already knew what the aborigines were doing, and he praised Ian seriously: "You did a good job. Although I knew that ordinary aborigines could not be your opponent, your response was better than I imagined. Even better."

Having said that, the old knight was still quite puzzled: "But why are the Sequoia natives so radical..."

Even Hilliard couldn't predict the behavior of the natives. When he heard the news that Ian was attacked after returning to the city, he was indeed shocked.

It's one thing to feel confident about your students, quite another to actually worry.

Soon, he learned the news of Ian's safe return, and the old knight couldn't help but sigh with emotion. He deserved to be a kid who dared to take a knife against his uncle who bullied him, and dealt with the natives so neatly.

"It's better for the teacher to teach the basics."

Ian didn't get up from his seat. He was relieved when he saw Hilliard come back: "I'm still thinking, what will you do if you don't come back tonight, teacher? It's rare for the energy in your body to be so active. It's a waste of time." What a pity the opportunity."

"Want to condense the source seed now?"

Putting the materials in his hand on the table, Hilliard narrowed his eyes, looked at it for a moment, and then understood.

He praised: "It seems that you have fully grasped the essence of the operation of the source. Concentration and use are a complete practice. Today is indeed the day for you to gather the source."

Noticing that Ian's eyes moved to the box on the table, the old knight explained: "I met the elder guard on the road and said it was a resource for you."

"Although I haven't seen it, it smells a bit like jerky from a mountain ox. It's not a magical beast, but the price and effect are not inferior. It's quite rare."

He turned his gaze from the box to Ian, and smiled, "Did you say it?"

"Um."

Ian nodded in response: "The elder already knows that I have spiritual powers."