The ancient book bore the title "Mystic Sky Technique" in bold characters, along with an introduction that claimed it was the strongest Cultivation Technique between heaven and earth.
Zhao Dong was startled. He continued to flip through the book.
The first page detailed the various realms of cultivation, explaining that the first layer was Qi Refinement and body forging. It also contained knowledge about Alchemy, talismans, and feng shui.
Written vividly, the book seemed incredibly real.
Zhao Dong grew increasingly astonished. The cultivation methods in the book were incredibly realistic, covering every last detail!
Could it be true? But... why does it feel so unreal?
Zhao Dong hesitated for a moment, his curiosity swelling. He decided to give it a try for fun and began to meditate in the lotus position as the book described.
The book mentioned that the first layer of cultivation was the Qi Refining Realm and that ordinary people stepping onto the path of cultivation should first sit in meditation to clear their minds. Then, they must imagine themselves as a stream of Spiritual Energy within heaven and earth, absorbing nature's spiritual energy into the body through focused perception. Finally, they must allow nature's spiritual energy to purify them from within, cleansing the marrow and purging impurities.
If one could sense nature's spiritual energy, it signified the awakening of a Spirit Root and a talent for cultivation. If seven streams of Spiritual Energy entered the body, that person would be considered an unparalleled genius.
Zhao Dong sat in meditation with his eyes closed, but after a while, he felt nothing.
He opened his eyes and let out a wry smile. It seems this really is just some insane deception crafted by a lunatic.
A touch of desolation crossed his mind. Am I really fated to die from my terminal illness? I'm only in my twenties!
Zhao Dong sighed, closed his eyes again, and prepared to give it one last try, just for fun.
This time, Zhao Dong calmed his heart, and a hint of tranquility that comes with deep meditation surfaced on his face.
At that moment, even Zhao Dong himself did not notice seven barely discernible streams of air in the atmosphere, swirling like a vortex as they penetrated his body!
Four hours later, Zhao Dong slowly opened his eyes and let out a deep sigh, completely giving up hope.
So much for Spiritual Energy—I haven't felt a trace of it. It's indeed fake. How could there possibly be Cultivation Techniques in this world? It must be a fictional tale meant to deceive people.
Suddenly, the voice of his mother, Zhang Cuimei, came from outside the door.
"Xiao Dong, are you asleep? Someone's calling for you, says they're looking for you."
Zhao Dong raised an eyebrow. Someone looking for me? Who could that be? I just arrived in East Sea. He went out to take the call.
"Hello, this is Zhao Dong. May I ask who's calling?"
There was silence on the line for a moment, then a laugh came through.
"My good brother, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming back? I would've given you a warm welcome!"
Hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Zhao Dong's eyes.
"Wang Hao, the only blind mistake I've made in over twenty years was recognizing you as a brother. You're a beast, not fit to be called human."
On the other end, Wang Hao laughed nonchalantly, "Dongzi, do you know how many people in all of East Sea dare to talk to me like that? If it were anyone else, I could make them vanish from this world tonight. I'll give you a chance—come here and kneel before me to apologize."
Zhao Dong replied coldly, "Where are you?"
"At the Crown Nightclub. Come on over. I'll be waiting."
At that moment, Wang Hao was kneeling in a luxurious private room of a nightclub, in front of an alluring woman. The woman held a glass of red wine, looking down at Wang Hao with a trace of contempt in her eyes. Wang Hao's face bore a look of humility and respect, along with a fawning, sycophantic smile.
After he hung up the phone, the woman suddenly slapped Wang Hao hard across the face, saying coldly, "What are you dawdling for? Get the important business done first!"
Wang Hao clutched his face, filled with a rage he dared not voice. He hurriedly buried his head, enduring the salty, metallic taste.
The woman's gaze grew dazed, and after a moment, Wang Hao was gasping for breath.
She kicked him away, straightened her clothes, and said indifferently, "You're useless. Go get your strength back. If you disappoint me again, I'll cripple you."
Wang Hao nodded hurriedly, his face filled with fear.
The woman then asked, "Your 'good brother' has returned?"
"Yes, he just got back today and even injured two of my men."
"What do you plan to do about it?"
Wang Hao narrowed his eyes and whispered a few words into the woman's ear...
.....
「Half an hour later, at the entrance of the Crown Nightclub.」
A taxi pulled up, and Zhao Dong got out.
Lighting a cigarette, he strode into the lobby.
The lobby was empty, quiet, and eerie.
Zhao Dong lifted his gaze and said indifferently, "Come out, Wang Hao. You had the guts to steal my money and bully my parents, but not the courage to show your face? What a spineless coward."
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure emerged unhurriedly on the second floor.
It was Wang Hao.