C1 Dou Qi Talent

In the Bright Moon Continent, which prided themselves in martial arts, almost everyone knew how to fight. However, due to the limitations of their talent, everyone's accomplishments were varying between high and low. Battle qi was the most obvious sign of becoming an expert.

When Ye Qiu was five years old, he went through a test for Dou Qi. That time, it was not a test in the shrine, but a test that Ye Qiu's father privately invited the priests to give him.

If Ye Qiu was born in a commoner's family, without any talent in warrior power, it would be nothing. However, he was born in a household of kings! A member of the royal family, the future Prince Rui is actually trash who doesn't have any Dou Qi Inherent Skills! From that day onwards, Ye Qiu's father, who was now the Prince Rui's Prince Rui, started to treat him coldly. He no longer paid any attention to Ye Qiu's life. Gradually, the entire Duke Palace knew the prince's attitude toward Ye Qiu, and they no longer had the usual respect for him.

Ye Qiu could clearly see his father's attitude and the changes that the servants were going through. He knew that it was all because he did not have any Dou Qi Inherent Skill. Ye Qiu didn't care. In any case, he didn't have a good impression of this cheap father, even though he was an Empire's Duke.

Ye Qiu had a secret that others did not know about, because he was an Earthling! An unlucky fellow who had accidentally crossed over. In his previous life, he had long since seen through this kind of person. As someone who had decades of experience in society, he naturally had a very high level of mind.

Ye Qiu rarely went out and stayed in his study everyday.

"I've finally finished reading it." Ye Qiu closed the last page of the book and casually threw it on the desk and stretched his waist. There was a trace of exhaustion between Ye Qiu's brows, and he muttered: "So it turns out that all the great daos in the world go the same way, even though I can't cultivate battle qi, but I might still be able to become a Sky Realm expert!"

Since he was already here, he might as well settle for now. After arriving in this world that resembled Western mythology, Ye Qiu never thought of returning to Earth. On Earth, he had nothing to worry about, he still had to run around for three meals a day. Here, he did not need to worry about food or clothes, at least, he did not need to worry about his own life.

In the evening, Ye Qiu hurriedly got something from the kitchen, filled his stomach, and then went into his study. Ye Qiu did not think about eating with them, and he knew that he did not have the qualifications. Other than some important banquets, that cheap father of his would not let anyone call him to the great hall to eat.

In his father's eyes, he might not even be worth as much as a dog. At the very least, a dog could guard the family, and the only thing he could do was bring disgrace to the family and bring shame to them.

Ye Qiu shook his head, he did not want to think about these anymore, and started to study the mental cultivation method in his hands. Ye Qiu carefully held this ancient book in his hands. When Ye Qiu had found it by the corner of the wall, the cover of the book had been covered with a thick layer of dust.

Ye Qiu could tell that this was the diary of his predecessors, and on it, the experiences of that ancestor travelling through the Bright Moon Continent was written. Ye Qiu had read this book a long time ago, so he immediately flipped to the last page and started to carefully browse through it.

"This is a mental cultivation method I found in an ancient monument, but it is not a profound battle spirit technique, it is just a mental cultivation method used to clear the heart and clear the soul, it is not very useful, but it is a pity to give it up, and I will remember this mental cultivation method, it will be good if I can gain a better understanding of it," Ye Qiu continued to read further, and that was the mental cultivation method.

The number of words in the chant was not much, it was only a hundred or so. With Ye Qiu's memory, he could remember them after reading them one or two times. It also introduced the levels of the chant. The first level, Solemn Heart, the second level, Divine Light, the third level, and the void.

Although this was not some kind of warrior power technique, it was still the only mental cultivation method that Ye Qiu could cultivate, so it was especially precious and even gave this mental cultivation method a name: Shennong.

In order to make it convenient to read books, Ye Qiu had long moved the bed into the study room. Ye Qiu immediately felt a tinge of excitement in his heart, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began cultivating the Shennong.

The faint moonlight passed through the skylight and shone on Ye Qiu's body, giving off a layer of faint white light. Ye Qiu's mind read the < Shennong >, gradually entering a state of tranquility, as he breathed in and out, a pattern slowly formed.

The second day, Ye Qiu opened his eyes and jumped off the bed, feeling completely relaxed and refreshed, although he had sat cross-legged for an entire night, he did not feel any pain or numbness in his legs, feeling secretly happy in his heart, it seems that the Shennong still had some effects, at least in terms of recovery of his spirit, it was much better than sleeping.

Ye Qiu did not relax just because of this. Instead, he cultivated even more diligently. Although he was unable to cultivate and no one taught him martial arts, he had the thoughts of the twenty-first century, so he naturally knew some simple body tempering methods, such as push-ups that could train the strength of one's arms, sit-ups that could train the strength of one's waist and abdomen, and horse riding moves that could train the balance of one's lower body.

Although Ye Qiu did not really care about Ye Qiu's position in his heart, his living quarters was still relatively large. Ye Qiu estimated that his living quarters was more than a hundred meters squared.

The former bedroom became Ye Qiu's training room. After closing the door, no one knew what Ye Qiu was doing inside. Although there was a special training room in the Duke Palace, Ye Qiu didn't plan to go there. He knew that if he went there himself, it would only be a joke, a joke for others.

Wasn't it a huge joke that a trash like him would wishfully wish to train? At least in the past tens of thousands of years, there had not been such a strange occurrence in Bright Moon Continent. A person without any talent in warrior power would not become a strong warrior.

However, Ye Qiu didn't think that way. There was an extremely famous saying in the twenty-first century that anything was possible. He believed that as long as he was willing to pay the price, he would definitely become a powerful warrior! Furthermore, the teleportation that one could not even imagine could happen, what could be impossible? It was precisely this belief that supported Ye Qiu. Otherwise, he wouldn't have trained so hard.

"One, two, three," Ye Qiu gnashed his teeth as his arms shook non-stop while doing push-ups one after another. Finally, he powerlessly lied on the ground with his forehead full of sweat. Both of his arms were twitching non-stop.

"Thirteen is already not bad." After a while, Ye Qiu got up from the ground, stretching both of his arms to ease his fatigue. In the past, with Ye Qiu's adult body, he would only be able to do 20 push-ups in a breath. But now, he was only a child's body, and was only 8 years old.

After waiting for his strength to recover a little, Ye Qiu once again began to sit up straight. The soreness in his hands almost made his hands unable to cover the back of his head, and his strong willpower allowed Ye Qiu to once again test the limits of his own physical strength.

"One, two, five, eight to continue, and then another one, nine, and so on." After finishing the 10 sit-ups, Ye Qiu had no more strength to do anything anymore. He could only lie on the ground powerlessly and look at the ceiling, the sweat on his body had almost completely drenched his clothes.

When he had almost rested, he began to take a horse stance. He clenched both hands into fists, stretched them out, spread his legs, and slightly bent down. His knees were in a standard horse stance of 90 degrees.

There was no timer on Bright Moon Continent that could be used as a stopwatch. Ye Qiu counted silently in his heart, one second, two seconds …

Carrying his exhausted body, Ye Qiu walked towards his study. Right now, he only had one thought in his mind, which was to lie down and have a good rest. Ye Qiu who had barely managed to crawl into bed took off his drenched clothes and went back to bed. Not long later, he fell asleep.

The corner of Ye Qiu's mouth hung up into a smile. Although today was a hard day, it was not like he did not have any gains. At least, he knew the limits of his own physical strength.

Gradually, Ye Qiu's breathing in his sleep also became regular. Every breath he took was no different from the night before when he was cultivating the Shennong.

Ye Qiu this young master did not have any maids, and as for whether he ate or not, no one cared about it. Who told him to have such a high position in the Duke Palaces? These maids all wanted to find an influential and influential master, but no one cared about this crown prince who didn't put him in his heart.

When Ye Qiu woke up, he was already starving. Today, other than eating a little breakfast, he did not eat anything else. The first thing Ye Qiu did when he woke up was to put on his clothes, which carried a trace of sweat, and run towards the kitchen.