Letter from Home

Having figured it out, Chen Xian truly wanted to slap himself across the face.

He had wasted so many Experience Points just to understand one thing.

He could only blame himself for knowing nothing about the Surging Origin Realm. Relying entirely on the panel's deductions and following his own assumptions, he had taken a huge detour.

He should have asked Ding Chen a few more questions earlier. Maybe Ding Chen would have known.

Then again, maybe not...

Staring at the remaining 107 Experience Points on the panel, Chen Xian pondered for a moment before continuing to condense acupoints.

After ten months of arduous cultivation, your Ox Demon Breathing Technique has reached Minor Mastery, and you have condensed three acupoints.

Martial Art: Ox Demon Breathing Technique (Minor Mastery)

Looking at the panel prompt, Chen Xian instantly sensed scorching heat in two more areas of his body, with powerful currents battering against his flesh and skin.

Not only that, currents rolled through the blood vessels and tendons throughout his body.

Chen Xian knew that blood vessels contained blood qi, while tendons contained essence qi. Combined with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the two condensed at the acupoints and formed a new power—Origin Qi.

So-called Surging Origin meant filling the acupoints, then using Origin Qi to force open the meridians throughout the body. This process was called Surging Origin.

After ten months of arduous cultivation, your Ox Demon Breathing Technique has reached Major Mastery, and you have condensed five acupoints.

Martial Art: Ox Demon Breathing Technique (Major Mastery)

Experience: 87 points

Chen Xian smiled bitterly to himself. It had taken him more than a year to condense just five acupoints.

It seemed that condensing acupoints was no easy step either.

Feeling the power flowing from the five acupoints into his tendons and blood vessels, Chen Xian finally felt somewhat satisfied.

Merely condensing five acupoints had increased his physical strength by half a ding.

If he condensed all three hundred and sixty acupoints, the force of his physical body would become even more terrifying.

Chen Xian stopped condensing acupoints and put away the panel.

His cultivation and strength now far surpassed Chief Medic Zhao Tong's. To avoid arousing suspicion, he had better proceed step by step.

If he condensed four or five acupoints every day, he would fill all three hundred and sixty acupoints in three months.

Then, deducing a Surging Origin Realm cultivation technique would become much easier.

Over the next three days.

Chen Xian cooked and trained every day, using his remaining eighty-seven Experience Points to raise the Ox Demon Breathing Technique to Completion.

Completion meant becoming more sensitive to the spiritual energy between heaven and earth. When activating the breathing technique, he could condense spiritual energy faster and more smoothly, reaching his current limit.

As for his acupoints, he had condensed twenty of them, leaving him with fifty-seven Experience Points.

The force of his physical body had increased by another half a ding, reaching three ding of strength.

Besides that.

Zhao Tong assigned another cook to their squad.

Day after day.

In the blink of an eye, five days passed. Chen Xian finally used up all his Experience Points, condensing forty-three acupoints and bringing his physical strength to four ding.

If he encountered a mid- or late-stage minor tiger demon again, he was confident he could kill it with a single slash.

Yet he had been transported here for less than a month and had already become this powerful.

Chen Xian was also brimming with confidence for the future.

Of course, he was not the only one improving. Ding Chen, Wang Yan, Qin Fei, and the others were improving as well.

Ding Chen in particular had already reached Body Refinement Completion and applied to Zhao Tong for the Blood Flame Ox Demon Technique. The others were also advancing along the path toward Body Refinement Completion.

That day.

Ding Chen came to find Chen Xian, who was washing clothes.

"Brother Ding, what is it?"

Ding Chen clasped his hands behind his back, a smile curling across his lips. "Guess!"

Chen Xian could not help rolling his eyes. Guess my ass!

He tossed aside the clothes in his hands, rose to his feet, looked around, and asked quietly, "Did you get a cultivation technique?"

Ding Chen was slightly stunned when he heard that.

Was cultivation the only thing on this guy's mind?

Even if you're at the late Blood Moving Realm now, if you got a Surging Origin Realm cultivation technique, you still wouldn't be able to cultivate it right away, would you?

"Guess again!"

"Did Wang Yan take a crap without bringing toilet paper again?" Chen Xian asked tentatively.

Wang Yan was walking over from afar, fastening his belt. He happened to hear that and immediately had black lines all over his face. "Chen Xian, enough already. It only happened that one time..."

"Ha ha ha...!"

Qin Fei and the others burst into laughter.

Ding Chen also laughed helplessly. Shooting Chen Xian a glance, he said, "How long has it been since you received a letter from home?"

"...A letter from home?"

Chen Xian blinked. Then a flash of insight struck his mind. Right—this body's original owner still had family.

At that moment, Ding Chen took out a yellow-paper envelope and read aloud, "To Brother Chen Xian!"

"Brother Chen Xian... oh my..."

Ding Chen put on an affected tone, shuddered all over, and handed the envelope to Chen Xian.

Wang Yan, Qin Fei, and the others crowded around, wanting to see who had written Chen Xian a letter.

Chen Xian stared at the envelope and smiled bitterly to himself.

Of course, the envelope bore more than just those four words. It also had the address: Ninth Battalion, Ninth Demon Suppression Army.

Then, amid everyone's noisy teasing, he opened the envelope. Inside were three sheets of coarse paper, covered in graceful and elegant handwriting.

Everyone craned their necks to look.

Chen Xian carefully read the entire letter.

At the end, it was signed, "Your younger sister Yu Jiao," followed by the date.

"Little Sister Yu Jiao? Your sweetheart, huh? Hahaha..."

Wang Yan and the others began teasing Chen Xian.

Pinching the letter between his fingers, Chen Xian could not help picturing a lovely figure in plain clothes, a girl in the first bloom of youth.

According to the original owner's memories, she was Cai Yujiao, his childhood sweetheart.

The letter mentioned three people in all.

The first was Cai Yujiao herself, the second was the original owner's younger sister Chen Rong, and the third was the original owner's father.

Its contents were mostly about their recent circumstances and how much they missed him. It also asked how "he" was doing in the military camp.

For Chen Xian, receiving such a letter out of nowhere left him with an indescribable feeling.

After all, he was not the original owner. He had merely retained the original owner's soul memories.

Yet this letter brought a trace of warmth and belonging to his lonely heart.

At the same time, it gave a trace of fun and anticipation to his dull life in the camp.

Chen Xian smiled, slipped the letter back into the envelope, folded it, and tucked it into his clothes.

Then he grabbed Wang Yan. "Brother Wang, let's spar!"

"Hahaha... I wasn't laughing...!" Wang Yan laughed so hard that he shook his head. Sparring with Chen Xian would be nothing but asking for a beating.

He immediately broke free from Chen Xian's grasp and ran away.

"Brother Fei, let's spar!" Chen Xian reached for Qin Fei.

"Chen Xian, I was laughing because Wang Yan wipes with his hand..." Qin Fei also ran off laughing loudly.

"Qi Shan, you little bastard, you're laughing too?"

"Hahaha...!"

The whole group ran off laughing.

Chen Xian glanced at them, shook his head speechlessly, then squatted back down and continued washing clothes.

After that.

The Cooks' Camp did not head out to clear battlefields again, so Chen Xian had no opportunity to obtain Experience Points.

Every night, he relied on himself to condense acupoints, and the pace was slow as a turtle crawling.

But condensing acupoints had always been a water-grinding task. It depended on diligence and accumulation, as drops of water formed a sea.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Xian had been transported to this world for a month. He gradually grew accustomed to life here and blended in with everyone.

Aside from occasionally joking with Wang Yan, Qin Fei, and the others to ease the dullness of camp life, he rarely spoke at other times.

He spent more of his time training.

Seeing how diligent and hardworking he was, Wang Yan and the others finally understood why Chen Xian's attacks were so jaw-dropping whenever he made a move.

It was naturally connected to the effort and hard work Chen Xian put in.

That day, Ding Chen returned to the tent with a bruised and swollen face. Chen Xian was practicing his saber technique. Although his saber technique had already reached Completion, he was still practicing, still comprehending.

"Brother Ding, did someone beat you up?" Chen Xian asked with a frown as he sheathed his saber.

These past two days, I suddenly became a father, so my updates haven't been timely. Please be understanding!! (*^▽^*)