As Lin Wuming opened the Basic Vitality Cultivation Technique in his mind, he began reading it carefully and found that the book started by explaining the most fundamental principles of cultivation.
For example, cultivation was the act of absorbing and purifying spiritual energy from the outside world, integrating it into one’s body, and converting it into one’s own cultivation base.
It also described the commonly known cultivation realm divisions across the continent:
Body Tempering → Qi Condensation → Essence Return → Core Formation → Nascent Soul → Divine Transformation → Void Merger → Cave Heaven, and beyond those eight major realms, there was the realm of legend—Immortal Ascension.
It was said that cultivators who reached that level had already transcended the mortal coil.
Their lifeforms and the energy within their bodies would begin evolving to a higher state—the state of an immortal.
The difficulty of reaching this stage could be imagined.
In all of the Canglan Continent, cultivators at the Immortal Ascension stage were extremely rare.
Even if they existed, they rarely revealed themselves, and each one was a top-tier figure within a first-rate sect.
For example:
– The Palace Master of the Taixu Hall, the leader of the righteous path.
– The Palace Master of the Heavenly Demon Palace, head of the demonic path.
– The legendary Demonic Sovereign of the Beast Path, the White-Robed Demon Emperor.
These three were said to be cultivators who had stepped into the Immortal Ascension stage.
Lin Wuming had heard of such mythical figures since childhood.
But such beings felt far too distant to him.
Reasonably speaking, he might never even have the qualifications to lay eyes on them in this lifetime.
As cruel as it was, that was simply the truth.
However… Lin Wuming was a transmigrator.
And everyone knew that transmigrators didn’t play by the rules.
Breaking conventions was standard procedure.
Take, for example, the current mission.
If he could complete it successfully and obtain the Primordial Chaos Technique, he firmly believed that—given enough time—he could reach the heights of those legendary figures, maybe even stand on equal footing with them.
Calming his excitement, Lin Wuming continued reading.
Finally, the text began describing specific cultivation methods.
He studied it carefully and found that, just as the name suggested, this was a very basic cultivation technique.
It was extremely easy to understand.
The spiritual energy circulation patterns were also simple.
According to the book, though the method was rudimentary, it laid a solid foundation.
While the cultivation speed would be slow, a stable foundation was crucial for future growth—it was always worth it in the long run.
Besides, Lin Wuming didn’t have any alternatives.
This was all he had.
Closing the mental book, he tried to follow its instructions and began sensing the spiritual energy around him.
However, things didn’t go smoothly.
No matter how calm and focused he became, he couldn’t absorb even a trace of spiritual energy from his surroundings.
He couldn’t even feel its presence.
As time passed, Lin Wuming began to panic.
Could it be… that he had a “Spiritless Constitution”?
As the name implied, a Spiritless Constitution referred to a body that couldn’t interact with spiritual energy—a rare but utterly worthless physique.
“Come on, really?”
The corners of Lin Wuming’s mouth twitched.
He was a transmigrator, for crying out loud!
Wasn’t he supposed to be the main character?
Why did it feel like his script was all wrong?
No matter how many times he tried, how hard he focused—he couldn’t sense even the slightest trace of spiritual energy.
“This…”
Lin Wuming could no longer stay calm.
He opened his eyes and stared blankly at the ceiling, beginning to doubt everything.
Even those with poor talent could at least sense spiritual energy if they followed a proper method.
The difference lay in how fast they could absorb it—not whether they could sense it at all.
But being completely unable to feel it?
Apart from having a Spiritless Constitution, he couldn’t think of any other explanation.
His gaze drifted to the pile of medicinal herbs he had bought earlier.
If he couldn’t cultivate and couldn’t use spiritual power… didn’t that mean he wouldn’t be able to heal his junior sister either?
The mission would fail, and his path to success would be cut short before it even began.
Something felt off…
The more Lin Wuming thought about it, the more he felt something wasn’t right.
He furrowed his brows in deep thought—until, suddenly, a tiny point of light appeared in front of his eyes.
“Hm?”
His eyes lit up.
Looking closer, he realized the source of the light was the pile of herbs he had brought back.
Other than that, he still couldn’t sense any spiritual energy.
So, there was spiritual energy in the herbs…
Lin Wuming picked up one of the glowing herbs and tried to focus on the feeling of spiritual energy flowing through his fingers.
Then, following the path described in the cultivation method, he absorbed the spiritual energy into his body.
In an instant, the energy within the herb was drained.
The herb itself shriveled and dried up—but Lin Wuming clearly felt a strand of spiritual energy flowing into his body, smoothly circulating along the prescribed path and quickly integrating into his meridians.
“This…”
Lin Wuming fell into deep thought.
At least now he could calm down.
He wasn’t really a Spiritless Constitution after all.
In fact, the spiritual energy had integrated into his body far too smoothly.
Normally, whether absorbing energy from the air, rare herbs, or spirit stones, there would always be impurities.
The most difficult step in cultivation was always purifying the energy before integrating it into the body.
No matter how gifted one was, this process couldn’t be skipped.
That’s why even top geniuses had limits to how fast they could cultivate.
But just now, he hadn’t experienced that purification step at all.
In what felt like an instant, the spiritual energy had merged seamlessly into his body—and it was completely pure.
“This…”
He stared at the bag of herbs before him, deep in thought.
He might have… bought too few.
Looking at his not-so-wealthy wallet, Lin Wuming couldn’t help but let out a bitter smile.
Medicinal herbs weren’t cheap—especially those infused with spiritual energy.
The prices were steep.
Trying to rely on herbs alone to cultivate wouldn’t be easy…
No wonder there was a saying in the cultivation world:
“Wealth, companions, techniques, and land.”
Wealth came first for a reason.
“Gotta find a way to make money.”
Muttering to himself, Lin Wuming tossed out a few more sharp words to his little junior sister and left the inn again.
No matter what, cultivation and healing his junior sister came first.
He didn’t have much money left anyway—might as well spend it all.
He could earn more later.
And Lin Wuming never doubted his ability to make money.
Take that quack doctor from earlier.
If he could cure his junior sister, wouldn’t that mean his medical skills were superior?
Not to mention, he could also fry sugar beans, dance, and play musical instruments…
He hadn’t forgotten—Senior Sister sent him out to “promote the sect’s musical arts,” after all.