Luan found this crystal pearl to be strange, he couldn't recall having anything like this in his body in the past.
But yet again, two thousand years ago… or twenty years ago, he didn't have his Sixth Sense. Furthermore, his cultivation realm wasn't high enough for him to inspect his body.
Nonetheless, his family had done several checks on their descendant's body. With some having to undergo more scrutiny than the others.
And due to his aversion towards cultivating then, the elders had inspected his body several times.
Moreover, he was fairly certain that when he inactive, the family must have invited specialists to come give their diagnostics on his condition. And it was highly likely that none of them sensed the pearl.
Could this pearl be the reason why I was transported to that world?
That was the only thing he could come up with.
With that thought in mind, Luan tried using his Sixth Sense to expel the pearl from his body.
However, despite all his efforts, the pearl didn't budge. It was almost as though it didn't even exist in the first place.
Luan wondered if he couldn't expel it because he wasn't at his peak.
After all, the only thing that managed to follow him back from his journey of two thousand years was his Sixth Sense.
His cultivation gains from that world had vanished. And it if wasn't for his Sixth Sense, Luan would still be in the midst of doubting the time he spent there.
While he was organizing his thoughts, Liana returned and pushed his wheel chair with him on it, to his room.
"If you need anything at all, just ring this bell and I'll come get you." Liana said for the fourth time since bringing her brother here.
She was still scared of him relapsing after a night of rest. Who knows, he could sleep and get lost again.
After all, that was how his illness began. A day like any other, Luan slept and didn't wake up for twenty years.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to disturb everyone's peace if I want something?" With a smile on his face, Luan got off the wheel chair for the second time.
Because he had forced himself off the first time without any regards of his condition, his legs had been in pain.
And now, that pain was being intensified with every movement. Yet, his face didn't portray any form of discomfort.
"Don't push yourself too much," Liana was about to rush to help him up, but he held a hand out and stopped her in her tracks.
"I'm just going to bed, I'll be fine." He managed to lay on the bed.
After facing another round of nagging from Liana, she finally left the room.
Luan sighed.
"Was she always like this?" He muttered. He had to admit, his sister was a talkative. Nonetheless, the smile on his face didn't fade.
Memories of his younger days resurfaced in his mind, many of them had to do with his brothers.
The thought of them wiped the smile off his face. Well, not them in particular, but the fact that they were conscripted and he might not be able to see any of them even after the war is over.
Unless, he leaves home to go see them on the battlefield. This sounded like the more convenient and easiest path, however, he lacked the strength and the resources to do this.
He managed to force himself into a seating position before crossing his legs.
Being weak is kind of inconvenient.
Luan jested.
Surely he didn't think he was weak, even if he did, Luan was an avid supporter of the saying that 'even the weak have their strengths.'
Besides, to him, his weakness was just a matter of decisions.
He could decide to re-cultivate his technique from the other world, or embark on a new path here.
To him, his dried up Qi core and meridians was no issue. With assistance from his Sixth Sense, navigating his way to complete recovery in this body was but time.
However, Luan held back.
"The Cultivation Arts in Sorja is completely different from the one here." He muttered.
Luan had little experience in cultivation before awakening in Sorja, and due to the inexistence of Qi in that world, he couldn't cultivate the techniques from his original world.
And when he finally stepped on the path of cultivation in Sorja, a blatant truth became evident to him. The people in Sorja cultivated something close to inner strength, pushing their selves beyond humane limits.
However, the concept of cultivation there, was sheepishly weak when compared to Qi cultivation.
The former pushed one beyond their limits, making their will quite formidable and developing a Sixth Sense. While the latter facilitated evolutions beyond human limits.
Before his migration, Luan was only a mid-stage Qi Condensation cultivator.
Still in the first realm of cultivation in this world.
Back in Sorja, there were several realms of cultivation, and his strength in Sorja only matched his Qi cultivation after progressing three realms.
The difference was huge.
Cultivators from this world wouldn't find it difficult to take on most cultivators in Sorja.
Though it differed from person to person, the fact remains, Qi cultivation was superior.
But that wasn't to say that the inner strength cultivation didn't have its advantages.
It was because of these advantages that Luan hesitated on a path to choose.
"I reached the peak in Sorja… but I couldn't go any further because there wasn't a catalyst to spark beginning of my evolution into another realm.
With the availability of Qi now, it should be enough of a spark, right?"
He remained indecisive.
Despite the obvious weakness of the cultivation of Inner Strength, Luan found it hard to let go because it was his work of pride.
He had created his own technique and brought it to the pinnacle of cultivation arts in Sorja.
It was really hard for him to let go.
With a sigh, Luan relaxed and made up his mind.
The logical thing for him here is to let go.
After all, if he could do it once, why can't he do it again?
Subtly but firmly, creating a new Qi cultivation art for himself became one of his goals.
"Let's decide the path in the morning," He uttered as he laid flat on the bed.
As time slowly went by, Luan was unaware of when tears began flowing from his eyes.
He was happy and relieved to be back home, so much so that he didn't know how to express himself.
All he could do was cry.
Even if his mind had aged two thousand years ahead of his body, his heart remained that of a teenage boy.
Brilliant, but stubborn.
Unruly, but refined.
Bitter, but very much sweet to those he cherished.