Another World: How to Practice Without Spiritual Energy

The fat man put the book into his space ring.

After Fatty and Chen Xian's search, they found a total of four rings, several hundred gold coins, five swords and two horse shields.

All the belongings of the people who had died before had been looted.

There were two other rings that were found on the bodies of two other knights killed by Chen Xian. Both were the size of a drawer and filled with gold coins.

Chen Xian put the things into the space rings under the Fatty's surprised expression, but found that the four space rings could not hold the things.

He gave one to the fat man and put the rest in his pocket.

"Fatty, I know you have a lot of questions, but now is not the time to chat. We need to leave quickly."

The fat man nodded dully.

After taking a detour with Fatty and preparing to go back, they found that many strangers had come to the village, with gorgeous carriages and sophisticated weapons and equipment. Unable to figure out the purpose of the visitors, Chen Xian decided to take Fatty and hide for a while.

If these people also came for the lake water, the mountainous area where the cliff cave was located before was not safe. So they went to the mountainous area where the next village was located.

When they found a cave and settled down, it was already night. In this emergency, they did not dare to light a fire. Chen Xian took out a white crystal with his right hand and placed it on the stone wall of the cave under the astonished eyes of the fat man.

He turned his palm over again, took out a piece of dry bread and handed it to the stunned fat man.

"Fatty, come and fill your stomach first, then we can talk slowly."

The fat man nodded woodenly and took the bread. "Boss, how come you can do magic?"

Chen Xian stretched out his right hand to show the fat man the ring on his hand.

"This is called a space ring. It can store items. The ring I gave you before can also store items."

The fat man took out the ring and looked at it carefully under the soft light.

"Boss, how can this ring be so small to hold anything? Don't fool me."

"Fatty, when have I ever fooled you? This can really hold something."

"When I was ten, my mother went to town and brought me a pancake. You said you could turn the pancake into the moon, and you bit off half of it for me. When I was eleven, you told me that Widow Li had two pancakes behind her buttocks, so it was bulging, and asked me to lift her skirt to see. But when I lifted it, there was nothing. She caught me and asked my father to come. I was beaten for two whole days. And..."

"Stop, Fatty. Life is so beautiful. How can you always live in the past? You must learn to look forward and explore new things. Come on, I will teach you."

Chen Xian learned from Leah that the space ring did not actually require a drop of blood to recognize the owner. All one needed to do was to inject one's own mental power into the ring, and then the ring would have a mental mark. Unless the owner died or had a strong mental power to erase the mark, no one else would be able to use the space ring.

It is also very simple to brand the space ring, as long as your spiritual power can enter the ring. Except for professions such as magicians and priests who specialize in spiritual power, everyone has their own spiritual power, but the strength varies.

"Fatty, put the ring on your finger first. Using this ring requires mental strength."

"Mental power? What is that?" The fat man looked confused.

"Spiritual power is another sense besides the five senses of eyes, ears, nose, tongue and body. This is also a test for you to see if you have the talent for cultivation. Close your eyes and imagine yourself looking into the ring."

When the fat man heard about cultivation, he immediately became excited. He closed his eyes, frowned, and seemed to be trying very hard.

"Fatty, do you feel anything?"

“How does it feel?”

“I feel like I need to poop.”

"..."

"Fatty, I'm telling you to use your head, not your butt. First relax and take a deep breath, inhale, exhale."

Chen Xian guided the fat man to eliminate distracting thoughts and relax his body and mind. The fat man's frown slowly relaxed and his whole body relaxed.

"Then, focus all your attention on the ring. Imagine a door through the ring. In front of the door is a bowl of chicken soup cooked by your mother. Yes, it is the one we drank before. It smells delicious. Push the door open and you can see the chicken soup."

The fat man's appetite was aroused by Chen Xian's description. His mouth was drooling and his hungry stomach was growling. He suddenly opened his eyes, looked at Chen Xian with resentment and said, "Boss, you fooled me again. There is nothing in it."

Chen Xian ignored his resentful look and asked excitedly: "So what did you see?"

"There was only a white space the size of a drawer, and it was dark all around."

Chen Xian happily patted the fat man's big round head, "Not bad, Fatty, you still have a lot of talent for cultivation. Come, imagine putting this bread into that drawer space.

The fat man was a little confused, looking at the bread in his hand, and then he closed his eyes again, and the bread in his hand disappeared. In the drawer space in his mind, there was an extra piece of dry bread with a bite mark.

The fat man opened his eyes and was surprised to see that the bread he had taken a bite of was gone.

"Boss, how do I get my bread out of the ring?"

Just as the fat man was about to take out the bread, bread appeared in his hand, and the fat man opened his mouth in surprise.

"This this……"

The fat man looked at Chen Xian incoherently, then looked at the bread in his hand.

Chen Xian looked at him with a smile.

"Fatty, I need to heal my wounds. You should practice more on your own. Once you become proficient, you won't need to close your eyes and you can use the ring. I have high hopes for you."

After saying that, he ignored the fat man and sat cross-legged. He looked inward to see where he was injured during the day. Several meridians were blocked by a strange energy, which prevented his injuries from recovering quickly. Feeling the rich white energy around him, he thought that white energy had healing power, so he guided the white energy to flush the meridians. After 7 cycles, his dantian was full and his injuries were healed.

He opened his eyes and saw the fat man looking at him curiously.

"Boss, a white vortex appeared in front of you just now, flickering, are you going to ascend to heaven?"

"Get out of the way, fat man, you're the one who's about to ascend to heaven."

As he spoke, Chen Xian took out the book "Basic Fighting Qi Exercises" and did not give it to Fatty immediately. Instead, he looked at Fatty meaningfully and said, "Fatty, do you want to practice, become a strong man, and protect the people you want to protect? But becoming a strong man is not that easy. It requires persistence, courage, and of course the risk of losing your life. You can consider it. If you want to practice, I can give you this secret book."

The fat man stared at Chen Xian's eyes and was silent for a long time. He put away his usual playful expression and said seriously: "Boss, when my grandfather passed away and you were injured and unconscious, I hated myself for being useless. This morning, that group of people beat my parents in front of me, and I hated myself for not having the strength to protect them. Now I have the opportunity to gain strength, I must grab it, no matter how difficult the process is, I will definitely persevere."

"Good brother, now that we have decided, we are leaving this village where we have lived since childhood. You should familiarize yourself with this book in the next few days. After those strangers leave, we will go back and say goodbye to your parents."

The fat man took the book, his face full of excitement, and couldn't wait to flip through it.

In the next few days, Chen Xian would go out to investigate the situation during the day with his keen perception, while the fat man would read books obsessively in the cave and wave his fists.

On the first day, the fat man excitedly felt the existence of energy.

The next day, the fat man was able to absorb energy into his body and develop fighting spirit.

On the third day, the fat man integrated the fighting spirit into his whole body.

Monster, second level in 3 days, Chen Xian had read the book a long time ago. According to the book, there were only the cultivation methods before the third level and the cultivation insights of the tall knight.

It takes an average person a month to feel the energy, but this is not the beginning. Only when you have cultivated fighting spirit can you be considered a first-level knight, and this takes an average person a year. Then you have to use fighting spirit to temper your body and increase your physical strength. In addition, a second-level knight is able to master at least one fighting skill, and this takes many people several years. The third level is to be able to fill the whole body with energy, and when attacking, the energy can invade the opponent through the attack. And this is basically the end of many people's lives.

"Boss, this book says that fighting spirit and fighting skills are difficult to practice, but I feel that it is very simple. Is this book fake?"

The fat man looked at Chen Xiandao puzzledly.

Chen Xian rolled his eyes at him in annoyance. This fat guy had such an abnormal talent for cultivation, why was he so slow in other things?

Is it true that when God opens a door for you, he will close a window for you?

"Don't you know whether it's fake or not? Is this fighting spirit also fake? Practice hard. Your training speed is far behind mine."

The fat man nodded seriously. He knew that the original owner of the book was the tall knight, and the notes also recorded that he was about to reach the fourth level, and there were some skills he used. The fourth level was to release all the fighting spirit. The fat man didn't know what happened in the coma, but the tall knight died in the end. It means that Chen Xian killed him. A third-level high-level knight who was about to release his fighting spirit, he now knew how strong he was, and Chen Xian could kill him, so how terrifying was Chen Xian's strength, and a month ago, Chen Xian had no strength, how terrifying was his cultivation speed.

The fat man nodded quickly, ran over to massage Chen Xian's shoulders, and said flatteringly: "My boss is a rare talent, and his cultivation talent is absolutely top-notch. The boss needs to practice martial arts at the second level. I already know the sacred protection, but it lasts too short. You can give me that set of boxing skills."

"What? You already know Holy Guardian?" Chen Xian was shocked.

The fat man held the sword in both hands and a barrier covered his body. The barrier was very weak and fleeting, but it was indeed deployed.

The skill of Holy Guard is quite special. According to Chen Xian's understanding, it should be a skill of releasing fighting spirit, which is a 4th-level skill. However, it is a basic skill of 2nd level, and it can also form an energy shield when it is used.

Chen Xian didn’t want the fat man to practice the guardian knight skills before, but wanted him to practice as a warrior, which would be more free and he could also provide good training moves.

The fat man was a little annoyed, "Boss, look at this skill, it can only last for a moment, it's useless."

Chen Xian gave him a slap on the face.

"What else do you want? This skill is very powerful. If the knight hadn't used this skill, he would have died long ago."

Admiring the fat man's monstrous talent, Chen Xian took out a notebook, which he had written in his spare time. It contained Tai Chi boxing moves and methods of operating hidden energy.

"From now on, you should not practice the moves in the book on fighting spirit foundation except for Divine Guardian. Finish reading this first. I will teach you later if you don't understand."

The fat man was holding a notebook and flipping through it excitedly.