Late at night, Ian was in his room, using breathing and self-suggestion again and again to mobilize the blood flow rhythm in his body and gather the essence.
However, Ian, who was still a little jerky in his breathing method, now appears to be quite skilled and smooth in mobilizing the source of energy.
Every time he took a breath, he was surprised to feel that the internal organs deep inside his body began to follow the rhythm of his breathing, flowing out the originally unusable essence accumulated in it and integrating it into the blood circulation.
It's like soaking in a hot spring. The body that was originally sore from strenuous exercise quickly recovers and is rejuvenated in the warm current.
To be honest, Ian couldn't understand why he, who could only be regarded as an accomplished beginner, suddenly became so good at the breathing method.
But after thinking carefully, he found the reason.
——The answer is 'use'!
Today is the first day that he officially uses the essence to strengthen his body, and uses the strengthened power to defeat and kill the enemy... For the first time, he extracts the essence stored in the source seed and releases it on his arms. Strengthen it.
——Essence 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 essence, create sublimation and sublimation organs, strengthen oneself, and enhance the essence of life!
Condensing the essence and improving yourself - this is a complete practice!
How can it be sublimated without just condensation?
"So that's it. I was too cautious before. I had a hamster mentality. I didn't want to use the source of energy. This kind of thinking is not advisable."
Opening his eyes, Ian realized something: "The use of selenium to strengthen my body this time is only temporary and has no permanent effect, but my body is more adapted to the selenium - next time if I continue to strengthen With the power of both arms, the source mass required 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 much the average person exercises, they only use the muscles in a part of the body. It requires extremely scientific exercise methods to ensure a uniform body shape.
But using the source of essence is a strengthening that goes deep into every cell.
Although the source material will return to its original state after it dissipates, the human body itself will remember this feeling, greatly increasing proficiency.
Nobles and wealthy sublimators can continuously consume source matter and strengthen their body adaptability. In this way, they can seize some opportunities in future practice and battles.
But for ordinary sublimators, the source of essence required to condense sublimation organs is already insufficient, requiring extreme planning, which is naturally different from those nobles who can eat sublimation materials.
This is the importance of finances and resources.
It's just that Ian happens to have a way to quickly obtain various resources.
As long as he gathers the Source Seed, he can rely on his precognitive vision to continuously obtain various rare resources. When preparing to condense the Source Seed for his sublimation organs, he will also be able to subtly strengthen his body!
"Now, I just need to wait for Teacher Hilliard to come back and I can gather the source seeds."
When Ian got home today, he made dinner and boiled the concentration potion for tomorrow.
Although most of the seafood picked up in the afternoon was left behind in the battle, Ian still brought a razor clam and a few large clams with him on his way back to the city, which could also make a pot of soup.
Halfway through the course of treatment, his brother Ellan's eyes became brighter and brighter. It was obvious that the aftereffects of the sleeping powder had improved a lot. He would bab a few times when he saw Ian, and he could even vaguely repeat a few words that Ian said.
If it hadn't been for the aboriginal attacks, such a life would have been quite relaxing and comfortable... He didn't have to worry about food and clothing, he was making progress every day, and there were teachers to teach him about his studies and guide him to know the many secrets of this unknown world. His brother's recovery was also progressing.
Simply heaven.
But it's a pity.
Port Harrison is a city surrounded by indigenous people.
Closing his eyes, Ian recalled the cries and despair of those attacked by the natives.
He still remembers the blood, tears, 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 cold water.
Ian is not kind, and he is not very sympathetic. He is really not a good person in the traditional sense - he even thinks almost like a bastard. If the imperial people had not come to the indigenous territory, then all this would have been impossible. will not happen.
But then again, the natives also rode elephant soldiers to occupy territory outside. They were very arrogant and were beaten back by the Southern Army at that time.
In short, the strange world of Terra does not allow Ian to have a sense of belonging for the time being. He does not think that he is a member of the Empire or a white citizen. He is just curious about this person with psychic powers and a path to sublimation. What secrets are hidden behind this world that has never existed before?
Of course, he would definitely not feel that he was an aboriginal, nor would he feel that the cannibalistic blood sacrifice was even remotely legitimate.
"Whatever, I'm not stupid."
Opening his eyes, Ian lowered his eyes. His eyelashes trembled, but his eyes looked indifferent: "At the very least, the natives came first and wanted to kill me, more than once, and this group of people is indeed very dangerous."
"They had to die for my safety, that's the answer."
Forty minutes later.
Just as Ian completed his third complete cycle of sefirot in his body, Hilliard returned home.
The old knight was holding a box in his hand, and he could tell at a glance that Ian was still awake, with no external injuries on his body, and his mental state was quite high.
"It seems okay."
After returning to the city for a while, he already knew what the natives were doing, and he praised Ian seriously: "You did a good job. Although I knew that ordinary natives 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 have confidence in your students, it's another to actually worry about them.
Soon, he learned the news about Ian's safe return, and the old knight couldn't help but sigh. He was indeed a child who dared to use the knife on his uncle who bullied him, and he could deal with the natives so cleanly.
"The teacher's basic teaching is better."
Ian did not get up from his position. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Hilliard coming back: "I'm still thinking about what to do if you don't come back tonight, teacher. It's rare for the source of energy in the body to be so active. It's a waste of time." What a pity the opportunity was.”
"Want to gather the source seeds now?"
Putting the supplies in his hands on the table, Hilliard squinted his eyes, looked at them for a moment, and then understood.
He praised: "It seems that you have completely grasped the essence of the operation of the source. Condensation and use are a complete practice. Today is indeed the day for you to condense the source."
Noticing Ian's eyes moving 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 didn't look at it, it smells a bit like the dried meat of a mountain cow. It's not a Warcraft, but the price and effect are not inferior. It's quite rare."
He turned his gaze from the box to Ian, smiled and said, "Did you say it?"
"Um."
Ian nodded in response: "The elders already know that I have psychic powers."
