The Universe Is Innately Just 166 Back To Reality Part Three

The main district was supposed to be his first stop in his journey through the world, but he had already stayed there for too long. And his talk with battle league's elder had awakened his thirst for adventure. Those spotless walls that had seemed incredibly refres.h.i.+ng the first time he saw them, now seemed as bleak as the Core's narrow streets.

"But I can't just leave like this…", he thought as he gazed at one of the many skysc.r.a.pers in the city. "Not even talking about wind, but my karma here hadn't been finished and I feel like the four n.o.ble families are up to something with their banquets…", it was a feeling he hadn't been able to brush ever since he had disrespected the n.o.ble families' sovereignty in the city.

"Well, I'll pay them a visit if they don't send that invitation.", he mumbled as he thought about the promised banquet. "I still didn't eat much of their culinary specialties…", his stomach gurgled as he thought about food.

Before long, he found himself in front of Golden Factory's large building, and he stepped inside as the two magnetic doors opened in front of him. He greeted the reception, and the quiet girl nodded toward him before looking a second time in his direction. Then her head dropped, and a slight red hue appeared on her cheeks.

Fell appeared on the floor he had rented, his eyes gazed left and right, and he was surprised to notice that the damage that had been dealt during his breakthrough was mended. He didn't find any sign of Wind in the large hallway, and a.s.sumed he was in one of the three rooms, focused on his physical training.

He entered the record room and retrieved the AI's data that were related to Wind's training and blood essence. He then gazed at the screens on the wall and noticed a youth in the middle of his training in one of them. His entire body was filled with sweat, and his hands were barbells that were used to execute isometric exercises.

Just from the camera's feedback, Fell couldn't help but notice Wind's progress in his training. Although he was still far from being a body cultivator, his body had grown by leaps and bounds and couldn't be considered normal at all. His breathing was long and powerful; it was synchronized with the movement he executed with perfection, and the focus in his eyes showed that he had already gotten used to this kind of lifestyle.

"AI, what are the changes that happened with his blood essence?", he exclaimed loudly as his gaze didn't leave Wind's figure.

"The last record of his blood essence is as shown here.", His left eye's pupil s.h.i.+ned softly with a purple hue before a graphic appeared in front of him.

Before his seclusion in battle league, Wind's blood essence had been healthy when compared to the norm in the human species but its potency and vibrancy was a far fetch from a cultivator's blood essence.

"Show me the graphic with the current a.n.a.lysis of his blood essence.", another graphic appeared right to the already existing one.

Fell stopped looking at the screen and gazed at the graphics in front of him with intense focus in his eyes.

"Hmm… Just like I feared.", he mumbled. "The amount of training a mortal need to execute for his blood essence to enter the threshold of immortality is beyond absurd…"

"Physical training alone would only lead to a change in quant.i.ty while facing near-death experience raise the quality of one's blood essence by a slight margin.", he pondered loudly while gazing at the numerous information in front of him. "For a mortal's blood essence to attain the realm of a cultivator… One would need dozens, if not hundreds, of life and death experience."

"Well this looks like it will be the sole conclusion of my research…", he thought before shutting down the two graphics. "One either need to gamble with his life in the battlefield, or acquire enough resource to speed up the progress…", then a hypothesis appeared in his mind for a split second. "Unless one was gifted enough genetically, then the process of building up the quality of your blood essence through fighting would take decades…"

He sighed before ordering the AI to a.n.a.lyze further everything he had thought about. In the end, even if he was a cultivator with augmented mental capacities, he was still a native to the Core and hadn't been educated in those fields of research.

"Well, I guess it's time to reward his dedication!", he exclaimed while leaving the room with unhurried steps.

The next moment, he was in front of the strength door and turned the door handle without any notice from Wind. He stood in the side and watched as Wind executed one movement after another before waiting a precise amount of time to recover. He saw Wind's muscles expand, and could sense that they were screaming from pain every time he moved the barbells. His wait didn't take long as Wind had been training since the morning, and when Fell had come, he was already nearly finished with his strength course.

Wind dropped the barbells on the ground, producing a deep thud, and shook his twitching hands to wash away the empty sensation that had acc.u.mulated in them. He breathed one last lengthy breath before wiping the sweat that had acc.u.mulated on his face. Only then did he notice that there was another breath in the room. He swiftly turned around with a menacing gaze on his face, but it disappeared and was replaced with surprise.

"Brother Fell!?", he screamed on top of his lung as a surprised smile was drawn on his youthful face.