Nine Breaths Assimilation: Breathing Alone Could Increase Your Cultivation

Nine Breaths Assimilation: Breathing Alone Could Increase Your Cultivation

Early in the morning, the sun rose in the east.

Zhou Shan suddenly found it a little hard to breathe, as though something had plugged his nose. The weight bearing down on his body also grew heavier and heavier, as if something were being piled onto him bit by bit.

Starved of oxygen, Zhou Shan instinctively opened his mouth and gulped in air.

But the next second, a mouthful of dirt poured into his mouth.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Choking violently, Zhou Shan suddenly jerked upright and spat out the dirt in his mouth.

"Huh, there's someone here who hasn't breathed his last."

Before Zhou Shan could take more than a few breaths, he heard a shout from nearby.

"Looks like he's one of your Iron Shirt Sect people. Hurry over and carry him away."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Shan saw two men in gray clothes rush toward him and lift him up.

What is going on?

How did I end up here?

Did I nearly get buried alive just now?

Zhou Shan was still somewhat dazed, three questions flashing through his mind in quick succession.

Just then, waves of information surged into his mind, battering his brain. Scene after scene flashed rapidly through his head like snippets from a film.

This information flooded into his mind and began merging with his memories.

Under wave after wave of memories crashing into him, Zhou Shan felt dizzy and muddled. His consciousness grew hazy, and he gradually lost awareness.

Who knew how long passed.

Zhou Shan slowly woke up and found himself lying in a wooden hut reeking of sweat.

By now, he had completely integrated the information that had flooded into his mind.

"I... transmigrated!"

Zhou Shan muttered in a low voice, his face filled with disbelief.

He had merely gone drinking with his colleagues from the company, drunk a little too much, then gone home and collapsed into bed. How had he transmigrated after waking up? This was far too casual.

"Could I have drunk myself to death?"

Zhou Shan was speechless.

After muttering complaints to himself for a while, he quickly sorted through the memories in his mind.

The original owner was also named Zhou Shan and had been born in the Great Jin Dynasty.

The Great Jin Dynasty had existed for more than eight hundred years, but it had fallen three years ago.

Now was an era in which regional lords, sects, aristocratic clans, and powerful families were locked in chaotic warfare.

Whether great powers or minor forces, all were recruiting troops and buying horses.

The great powers sought to fight for the throne of the realm, while the small forces merely sought to protect themselves.

The realm was in turmoil, and warfires stretched as far as the eye could see.

Yun Province was no exception. The major forces fought and attacked one another fiercely, their battles raging red-hot.

As a result, bandits and wandering marauders ran rampant.

Just a month ago, the village where Zhou Shan lived had been attacked by marauders. The entire village was slaughtered. Zhou Shan had luckily escaped disaster because he had been out gathering firewood, and to make a living, he joined a faction called the Iron Shirt Sect.

The Iron Shirt Sect was located in Hengshan County, Qingyang Commandery.

Within Hengshan County, the Iron Shirt Sect could rank among the top five in strength. But looking across all of Qingyang Commandery, it was nothing remarkable, let alone in all of Yun Province. At most, it could only be considered a second-rate force.

Not long ago, the Vajra Sect, a major sect of Qingyang Commandery, had been destroyed by the Guiyuan Sect. Even the commandery and county governments had been taken over by the Guiyuan Sect. Other martial sects and local powers all had to obey the Guiyuan Sect's orders, or their families would be ruined and their sects wiped out.

The Guiyuan Sect had only just conquered Qingyang Commandery, and its various industries all required manpower to guard them.

Hengshan County, where the Iron Shirt Sect was located, was closest to a place called West Ridge Iron Mine. Therefore, the Iron Shirt Sect where Zhou Shan belonged received an order from the Guiyuan Sect, dispatching three hundred disciples to join the Guiyuan Sect's Black Armored Army in guarding West Ridge Iron Mine.

Besides them, the Giant Bear Martial Hall, the Black Tiger Gang, and Hengshan County's two great families had all sent people to guard West Ridge Iron Mine.

But last night, thieves had attacked West Ridge Iron Mine, and a fierce battle had broken out.

The original owner had been struck by someone's palm amid the chaos, his heart meridian shattered, and died. After his consciousness dispersed, he had been replaced by Zhou Shan from Blue Star. Fortunately, he woke up in time, or he would have been buried.

But judging from this, West Ridge Iron Mine should have held.

If that band of thieves had taken West Ridge Iron Mine, they would never have spared his life.

"Born in troubled times, human lives are worth less than grass."

After sorting through the relevant information, Zhou Shan could not help but sigh.

In these troubled times, there was no peaceful place anywhere. Wars raged everywhere, with people fighting over territory and seizing resources. The original owner's village had been plundered and massacred by marauders, and even after joining the Iron Shirt Sect, he was still unsafe.

Those of weak strength could truly lose their lives at any moment.

Although the Iron Shirt Sect taught martial arts, Zhou Shan had only joined for a month. His aptitude was ordinary as well, and after a month, he had yet to cultivate Internal Force. He was no different from an ordinary person and did not yet count as a martial artist.

Without a cheat, it would truly be difficult to survive in this chaotic age.

"Heavens, now that I've transmigrated, shouldn't you give a transmigrator some benefits?"

Zhou Shan muttered to himself.

As if it had heard Zhou Shan's call, another stream of information entered his mind. In the unseen depths, an immense mighty power descended and granted him an innate ability. A transparent panel then appeared before his eyes.

Name: Zhou Shan

Talent: Nine Breaths Assimilation

Cultivation Technique: Eagle Claw Iron Shirt (Not Initiated)

As the transparent panel appeared, another stream of information entered Zhou Shan's mind.

After receiving this information, Zhou Shan understood the ability of the "Nine Breaths Assimilation" talent.

Nine Breaths Assimilation: Through breathing and absorption, draw in the world's vital energy from the depths of the void. There is no need to deliberately activate it; one only needs to maintain the rhythm of breathing. Whether walking, sitting, lying down, eating, or sleeping, it can operate at every moment, automatically refining vital energy to increase cultivation. The cultivation gained each day is equivalent to one year of the host's meditation practice.

"This... one year of cultivation every day."

Absorbing the information in his mind, Zhou Shan's excited face flushed red, and his heartbeat sped up severalfold.

The "Nine Breaths Assimilation" talent was simply too heaven-defying—far more heaven-defying than he had imagined.

One day could grant a year of cultivation. One month would be thirty years.

The more Zhou Shan thought about it, the more incredible it seemed.

With the Nine Breaths Assimilation talent, cultivation would become as simple as breathing and drinking water.

"Getting stronger just by breathing—I'm fucking taking off!"

At this moment, Zhou Shan had only one thought in his heart.

He had also heard of the name Nine Breaths Assimilation. In myths and legends, it was one of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Arts.

The Nine Breaths Assimilation art among the Thirty-Six Heavenly Spirits Arts was a true immortal path method, a divine ability cultivated even by immortals and gods.

At this moment, he could also sense the world's vital energy from the depths of the void being drawn by a mysterious force and pouring into his body. He knew this was the world's vital energy inhaled and absorbed by the Nine Breaths Assimilation talent, so pure it was beyond belief.

A vast amount of world's vital energy surged into his body. Between Zhou Shan's every inhale and exhale, it was refined and transformed into Internal Force.

"I've cultivated Internal Force just like that?"

Zhou Shan could clearly sense the Internal Force emerging within his body.

(End of Chapter)