Chapter 3: Unable to Cultivate?

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The back mountain was quiet.

Song Junyu found a dusty cave within the peaks and sat cross-legged.

In the past, she had placed complete trust in the fairy Baoluo, only to receive such torment in return.

Old Master Zhong was somewhat a benefactor to her and had his own reasons, but as for the ancestor Ji Rong, whom she had never heard of—she dared not place her trust in him.

Yet both seemed to be great figures of the immortal realm and ought not to set traps for a mere small player like her.

She glanced at the entry-level cultivation manual in her hands and sighed.

This manual was no different from the one given by Mistress Liu back then, only more worn and tattered.

Though she still did not understand the origin of the divine thunder they spoke of, she guessed it was the same lightning that had once struck her.

Now, lacking the confidence to fight and ignorant of worldly affairs, endless pondering would do no good; it was better to figure out how to begin the path and first enhance her strength.

With this in mind, Song Junyu opened the first page of the manual and studied it twice. She then attempted to circulate her qi, but instantly a sharp pain shot to her head, nearly shaking her consciousness!

The little spiritual energy she had just mobilized had already battered her meridians, leaving them deeply wounded.

She gasped and dared not act rashly again.

With such fragile meridians, no wonder she could not cultivate.

But if she stopped here, she would never understand how to start.

She flipped two more pages, confirming she could only use the first page, and tried to gather her qi again—

Suddenly, her meridians shattered!

The immense pain brought her back to three years ago. Gritting her teeth, she sensed changes within her body.

Could it be that what Ji Rong gave her was merely perfunctory, not truly usable?

Lost in thought, blood flowed from her lips and teeth. Just as she was enduring it, an unusual sensation arose inside her. A small black qi orb inexplicably appeared from nowhere, stumbling toward her shattered meridians.

After about fifteen minutes, Song Junyu realized the black orb was like a divine medicine, instantly reconstructing her meridians!

The dense black meridians intertwined seamlessly, but unfortunately, they ceased growing as the black qi dissipated.

Song Junyu refrained from hastily gathering qi again and observed carefully. The black meridians were strange yet remarkably resilient.

Suddenly, a thought jolted her awake.

“Could this be the power of the Profound Sect?”

Seeing the change, she no longer hesitated. She immediately gathered qi, allowing her meridians to shatter and then regrow...

Before she knew it, night had deepened.

In that dilapidated cave, only a blood-streaked figure remained.

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Under the cold moonlight, Song Junyu’s eyes shone brightly. Her self-mortifying efforts bore great results!

Within a single day, she had shattered her meridians hundreds of times, and now, finally, her meridians were fully reconstructed!

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