The conscription has greatly impacted Fu Ze Village, with elders losing their sons, children losing their fathers, and women losing their husbands, thus taking away the little vitality the village once had. The Chen Family remains unaffected. Chen Mo’s face is very calm, perhaps because he has seen too much, he feels himself becoming increasingly indifferent. After the cellar was dug, Chen Mo found himself with more free time again, and resumed his daily sword practice, while also having more time to train Zhang River in sword techniques. In the blink of an eye, four days have passed. After finishing breakfast. The familiar boiling sensation reappeared, and the blood within Chen Mo’s body burned once more. A surge of powerful energy circulated along with his bloodstream, bringing about inexplicable changes. Chen Mo quickly headed to the master bedroom to avoid frightening Han Anniang and Song Min. At the moment he stepped into the master bedroom, threads of scorching heat escaped from his nostrils, ears, and mouth, turning his skin red. If Chen Mo were to remove his clothes, he would notice his entire body’s muscles surging, with the veins in his arms and forehead beginning to pulse. The power generated within his body no longer merged into his flesh and bones but instead flowed into his internal organs. Chen Mo’s heartbeat was accelerating, a piercing burning sensation spread through his eyes, a buzzing sound echoed in his ears, and the meridians within his body began to rapidly expand. Chen Mo breathed heavily like an ox, white steam rising from his forehead, his cotton clothes moved without wind, and his aura visibly intensified, gradually exhibiting a remarkable oppressive force. With an involuntary growl due to a tickling in his throat, Chen Mo’s body began to cool down quickly, and his heart returned to a normal rhythm. "Uncle, what’s wrong?" In the living room, Han Anniang was helping Song Min braid her hair and heard the roar from the room, immediately coming in with concern to check. Chen Mo heard Han Anniang’s words but chose not to respond, instead, he sniffed, and suddenly, all the faint scents he couldn’t detect before flooded into his nasal cavity. His senses had been enhanced. His sense of smell was keener than before, and his hearing and vision also had noticeable improvements. Chen Mo promptly pulled up the system panel. [Cultivation Technique: Blood Nourishing Technique (Great Success, absorb a mouthful of Innate Spiritual Qi to break Tier.)] [Realm: Refining the Viscera (Seventh Grade).] [Skills: Demon-breaking Saber Technique (Perfection 83248/1000000).] Chen Mo clenched his fist, his breathing slightly quickened. Based on previous insights gained at Wu Mountain, in terms of individual strength, likely only the government office holds someone stronger than him throughout Pingting County. "No way, I must find out the level of strength of the strongest at the government office given the chance." Chen Mo set a goal for himself in his heart. "Uncle." Han Anniang saw that Chen Mo had not been responding and waved her hand in front of his eyes, only to be caught by Chen Mo. "An Niang," Chen Mo finally responded. "Uncle, what happened? You seemed so absent-minded," Han Anniang asked with concern. Chen Mo raised Han Anniang’s hand and kissed her hand gently, saying warmly, "An Niang, I’m fine, just thinking about something." He was actually pondering, "Absorb a mouthful of Innate Spiritual Qi to break Tier", what does it mean? Yet there was no hint from the system at all. For a Wild Cultivator who didn’t have formal training, it was truly unfathomable. But from his understanding before crossing over from novels, it should be some kind of energy that can be cultivated. However, there is no explanation of Innate Spiritual Qi in the books of this world. This might be a mere trivial matter for the Noble Families, a few words would make it clear. But for Martial Artists who rose from the bottom, it could be a lifelong barrier. This made Chen Mo think of those Martial Artists guarding at the front of food shops. These big families monopolize resources, forcing those Martial Artists to work for them like dogs. Even novels depict sect disciples as superior to Loose Cultivators. Firstly, sect disciples have the sect as their background, and secondly, they have teachers to guide them, avoiding many detours. While Loose Cultivators can only rely on their own comprehension. "Ultimately, do we still have to become dogs for those Noble Clans?" "No, I refuse to believe that I can’t find out." Martial Artists have their pride, they don’t stoop to being dogs for others right after entering the Entry Grade, and having broken into the Seventh Grade now still doing so, Chen Mo would despise himself. So, the only option is to pay for access. It’s not like buying any Cultivation or Martial Arts just to ask about what Innate Spiritual Qi is and how to absorb it. It’s equivalent to paying for information, this shouldn’t be difficult, right? Having paid some silver for conscription earlier, he didn’t have much money now. "Right, with the weather warming up, the snow on the mountain has long melted, it’s time to hunt." Chen Mo released Han Anniang, walked out of the room and saw Song Min tidying up the table, smiling as he said, "Min’Er, go find your Brother Shui and tell him I have something for him." By the time Zhang River came over, Chen Mo had already packed up and picked up the Tang Blade. Zhang River paused, "Brother Mo, are you heading out?" Chen Mo nodded, "The snow on the mountain melted, it’s time to hunt some game to supplement household expenses." "Brother Mo, then I’ll go with you." "No need, I called you here to help keep an eye on the house." Having explained, Chen Mo headed into the mountains. As he just reached the outskirts of the mountain. [Detected a trace of Grass and Wood Spirit Qi, whether to absorb, once absorbed, it cannot be replaced.] A prompt appeared in Chen Mo’s mind. His heart raced, as he had been wondering what Innate Spiritual Qi was and how to absorb it. And now, a pillow comes just when needed. As he was about to absorb it, he noticed the words "cannot be replaced". This caused him to hesitate. Suddenly, a breeze brushed his face, although the weather was warming, it still felt somewhat refreshing. The system reacted once more. [Detected a trace of Little Qing Spirit Qi, whether to absorb, once absorbed, it cannot be replaced.] The so-called Innate Spiritual Qi, turned out to have multiple types. In his previous understanding, he thought it was a singular unique kind of gas. Given this, he was even more hesitant. Since Innate Spiritual Qi was available in multiple forms, surely some are better or worse; picking a bad one would have lifetime consequences. "Must be cautious, gotta go into town and inquire." With these thoughts, Chen Mo took a deep breath and headed into the deep mountains. For more chapters visıt 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝·𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚·𝔫𝔢𝔱 As he ventured deeper into the mountains, rich foliage surrounded him, sunlight made its way through crevices in the leaves, shining onto dewdrops on the grass, displaying a spectrum of colors. [Detected a trace of Water Spirit Qi, whether to absorb, once absorbed, it cannot be replaced.] "Another type of Innate Spiritual Qi." As Chen Mo meandered deeper, he stopped being in a rush to hunt. Instead, he wanted to see how many kinds of Innate Spiritual Qi he could discover in this forest.