Chapter 33: Chapter 033 Cultivation
The small town at night seemed very quiet, with Roger donning his hood, his head lowered as he cycled along.
At the same location, he deftly navigated through the bushes, picking up speed towards the cabin in the woods.
“Is this kid a rabbit? How can he be so fast?”
The dark figure following Roger propped himself against a tree, his chest heaving like a bellows.
When he looked up again, Roger’s figure was nowhere to be found in the dark thicket.
At this moment, Roger was completely unaware that he had inadvertently shaken off someone who was tailing him, as he made his way back to the valley at top speed.
The night forest was incredibly quiet near the graveyard, the temperature suddenly dropping, and what was even spookier was that a thin mist enveloped this not-so-large area.
Without delay, Roger entered the wooden hut and rummaged through a wooden box on the wall for an oil lamp.
There was no electricity here, and he was strapped for cash; this was the best solution he could think of for now.
Entering the study, he found the Alchemy Notes and flipped to the last few pages.
Pain Potion: Stimulates potential through pain, achieving corresponding training effects by deeply ravaging and regenerating muscles. The more intense the movements during the potion’s effectiveness, the greater the pain and training effects.
Recipe: Beast’s Heart, juice of Blue Beard Grass, rotting tree roots, Ling Reed petals…
Method: Take the Beast’s Heart, chop and mash it into mince, grind the Blue Beard Grass into a juice…
The following pages detailed the steps of production and precautions for each step, which Roger read carefully.
Clearly, this potion served as a tool to stimulate the body and enhance physical strength. Aside from the Pain Potion, Roger found a Spirit Communication Water and a Night Vision Potion called Night Cat in the Alchemy Notes.
Apart from very few psychics, or those with intent, normal human eyes cannot see Spiritual Bodies. This Spirit Communication Water is used as a potion to assist in cultivation.
Each day at dawn and dusk, one would wipe the eyes with Spirit Communication Water while using specific methods to stimulate the eyes. Over time, as the frequency and intervals of the water’s application gradually decrease, the ability eventually becomes permanent.
The other potion, Night Cat, was entirely different from the one Roger knew about; besides having a certain degree of night vision mastery, its intake greatly enhanced the user’s dynamic vision.
This potion was not particularly difficult to concoct, with cat’s eye being the only material somewhat challenging to gather.
And by “cat’s eye,” it meant a real cat’s eye.
Although Roger wasn’t particularly a cat lover, the thought of harming a cute cat…
The good news was, the cat’s eye in the ingredients could also be substituted with the eyes of other animals that possess night vision, although it would affect the final effect.
After getting acquainted with a few alchemical recipes, Roger keenly realized one thing: the recipes in reality differed greatly from those in the game, perhaps due to the different world settings.
After all, the plants Roger could access now were all fairly ordinary.
It wasn’t yet midnight when Roger took out the Concentration Potion he carried with him. As soon as he ingested the potion, his mind became crystal clear, and his control over his body improved by several degrees. He could then easily comprehend the contents of the books on the shelf and quickly store the information in his mind.
After reading the Alchemy Notes, he picked up the Cultivation Manual. With no Longsword on hand, he found a pointed wooden stick.
After committing each movement to memory, Roger held the stick in both hands and moved rapidly through the spacious room.
Dodging, shifting, piercing, slashing!
His movements were so fluid, as if he had practiced them thousands of times. Roger was clear that once the effects of the Concentration Potion wore off, he would fall out of this miraculous state.
Therefore, he didn’t waste a single second, relentlessly pushing his body over and over until finally, a sense of emptiness in his brain returned, and he sat down on the ground with a thump.
It was only now that he realized his clothes were soaked through, sticking damply to his skin.
Sore and stiff, he clenched his teeth, struggled to his feet from the ground, and flipped over to lie on the bed.
Glancing at the time on the bedside, the duration of the potion had slightly increased this time. Setting the alarm, he closed his eyes and drifted into a deep sleep.
Upon waking, the clock showed 6 a.m., his mind was clear, and his body was once again filled with strength.
Clutching his fist, feeling the power growing inside him, he frowned slightly.
The increase in strength was minuscule, which made him somewhat puzzled, but after careful thought, he sorted out the reasons.
When he had practiced the Body Strengthening Technique before, he not only took the Concentration Potion but also applied a special ointment to his body, and at that time, his physical fitness was too poor, so the effect was maximized.
Now, although he appeared frail, his actual strength had already surpassed that of an average adult by a large margin, making further improvements even more difficult.
Furthermore, he had not used the Pain Potion mentioned in the training manual, which, according to the description, should be quite potent.
Time was getting late. If he didn’t return soon, Adeline would wake up, and it wouldn’t be easy to explain if she discovered his absence.
After quickly tidying up, Roger hurriedly set off toward the valley entrance.
On the way, he found many herbs mentioned in the Alchemy Notes, and under the effect of the Concentration Potion, he had memorized all the plants in the botanical guide the night before.
After some calculations, he found that except for the main ingredients of Beast’s Heart and Night Cat, all the other herbs could be found in the woods.
He wasn’t sure if this forest was naturally rich in resources or if it was due to the new features mentioned by the Graveyard Cabin, or perhaps it was a combination of both factors.
He counted the spare change in his hand, just enough to scrape together a set of tools. The next time he came, Roger decided to prepare all the potions except for the Pain Potion and Night Cat.
Especially the Concentration Potion.
It was simply a panacea.
After parking his bike, Roger was about to climb over the outer low wall, but turned to see Adeline stepping out to get the milk.
His climbing posture froze in mid-air, then he quickly changed his action, pretending to be just done exercising.
“Good morning, Adeline!”
“You went for a morning workout?”
Roger nodded hastily, “I’m used to getting up early every day on the island.”
Adeline nodded, “Keep it up, and you should grow quite a bit soon.”
After exchanging a few casual words, Roger quickly found an excuse to slip into his room.
He had just taken off his dirty and smelly clothes and had not yet changed when suddenly, the door was briskly pushed open.
“I’m changing clothes, Amanda!”
Amanda closed the door and stood at the doorway, sizing up Roger, who was only in his shorts.
“Morning workout,” Roger replied with an innocent look on his face.
With a cold laugh, Amanda said, “I meant last night!”