Chapter 12: Chapter 12: Sacred Spring Physique

Eric Bodwyn was the beloved son of the city lord in the people's eyes.

Though lord Alan and lady Melissa liked to live in a simple manner, their son was known to be frugal. But he knew his limits; he knew when to back down.

He was friendly and approachable to the city people and polite to his elders. Even at their home, they used his and Amelia's example to lecture their children. In short, their reputation was pretty good.

It was just that he seemed to be wasting his intellect and talent for many years. His biggest problem and Melissa's worry was that he never focused on one thing for a long period of time.

When she talked about it, he just spoke that he was trying to find his path. Though she was not a cultivator, she knew that there was an important concept of path in cultivation. It was just that she felt he was using this as an excuse to play around.

As for her daughter, in her eyes, she was simply the best in the world. If only she could work a little on her soft personality then she would be even better.

Also in his age group, though he appeared friendly, he was like a local tyrant. This was especially true for the rich kids and their followers. As such, he had no friends; except one who went missing.

So when he roamed around like a ghost in the city, clearly not well. Most young men and women were satisfied in their hearts. Only those young ladies who had a crush on him felt a bit sorrowful.

Yamasaki stared blankly at the blue sky. He was lying at a private training ground, sweating profusely.

He grumbled, "Why didn't you read books related to cultivation and all those other interesting things?"

Eric had only read the basics of cultivation. As for things like the history of Isfet and information about various powerful figures, he didn't even touch them.

He heard Claire's cold distant voice from beside. "Even after that beating, you are still not concentrating? Now I am starting to understand why Alan calls you trash."

Yamasaki's lips twitched. He picked up the wooden sword and weakly stood up. His body ached but it still felt better than that unusual cold he faced earlier.

A week ago, they had decided to train together or more like Claire lowering her level just to train him.

But suddenly he could sense the flow of astral energy and use the produced arcane in his body.

He guessed that it was because he had gradually started to accept his new identity.

But there was still faint fog covering his nexus thus limiting his actions. Fortunately he could use the arcane to increase the speed of linking his karmic energy with the red stones.

That day, they finally had their first training session and he had already angered Claire.

He didn't mind her harsh words because he was at fault. But he also couldn't help it. He was a man after all.

Claire, with her dark brown almost black hair tied in a pony tail, wore loose black training clothes but it still didn't hide her enticing curvaceous figure, especially her big round bottom.

It was not that Yamasaki did something inappropriate, he was just not able to concentrate the whole time. And it turned out Claire was really strict when she made her mind on something.

Yamasaki took a deep breath and held the sword in the stance he was most familiar with.

Looking at him, Claire frowned and for the first time, she sighed. "Your stance is even worse than the first time. We will just be wasting time if this continues."

She threw a potion to Yamasaki, sheathed the sword, and turned around to leave. Yamasaki placed the potion in the spatial ring that Alan gave him and jogged towards Claire, ignoring the numbness.

He smiled awkwardly, "sorry."

"It's alright."

Yamasaki still started to explain. "When I saw your figure… I mean your body… I mean you."

Claire rolled her eyes. And the atmosphere between them was no longer tense.

Her lips were usually set in stone but her mesmerizing green eyes were always illustrative.

Yamasaki held the back of his head and gazed at the old gate of the field. He glanced at Claire and grumbled, "Who told you to be so beautiful?"

She placed her hand on the hilt of the wooden sword.

Yamasaki stopped joking around and said, "when I saw you, the flow of energy in my body became chaotic. I don't know why but it calmed down only when I intently stared at you. After that I could no longer focus. Even your beating reminded me of the past and I started thinking about it."

He hurriedly added, "I am really not bullshitting. I just don't know how to prove this."

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Claire became silent for some time before nodding. "I'll believe you."

Yamasaki tense nerves finally relaxed. Claire always meant what she said; she was as straightforward as her sword.

He almost told her that this was what he liked about her but stopped himself at the last moment.

Out of the blue, she said, "The reason that I applied more force earlier is that I was disappointed."

He turned towards her in confusion but she had already increased her pace, as if hiding her expression.

He was speechless. After thinking about it, he finally understood. Back then when he first saw her appearance, his reaction had raised his evaluation in her mind. Then, no matter what the reason, he disappointed her.

Claire didn't know how to express this disappointment so she unconsciously became heavy handed. Yamasaki came to this conclusion through his experience. After all, even though their physical age was the same, his mental age was still more than her.

Yamasaki's lips curled up in a soft smile as he mumbled, "cute."

He then called out to her. "Claire, my mom makes delicious food, wanna try it?"

Without turning around, she said, "alright."

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After reaching the manor, he couldn't find his mother. Looking around, he saw a female servant rushing over.  He approached her with a smile.

The attendant was a short dark skinned young woman with brown hair. She wore white clothes that barely hid her graceful figure. There was a badge on the clothes that symbolized her identity as a servant of the Bodywn family.

He recalled her name. Mia. She had joined two years ago and worked as a gardener. Besides this he didn't know anything about her.

Seeing the young master, Mia was startled and a bit shy. Eric was really good looking after all and his warm smile made him even more charming. When she came into the house for the first time, she found him more attractive than the rumor. But because of the age gap, she felt really embarrassed about this.

He asked, "Mia, do you know where mom is?"

She was a bit surprised that the young master actually knew her name but she hid it and hurriedly replied with a respectful stance. "Young master, mistress is currently with lady Gerda in the tea room."

He nodded and suddenly said, "When you are free, can you tour me to the garden? It's been a long time since I went there."

Mia nodded with a beaming smile. "It's my honor, young master."

He didn't disturb his mother and Gerda Prestcote. Instead he went back to his room. But midway, he heard Claire's voice in his head.

He turned around and went to a certain room that was not far from the tea room. The room was extremely small and had nothing but four chairs.

Claire handed him a small tattered book and said, "Alan asked me to pass this to you with the message, 'Only the first page is for you.' He also said that we should read it as soon as possible."

Yamasaki raised his brows, "now?"

She nodded.

He had no objection so he sat on a chair. She chose another one and sat with her eyes closed. "I'll listen to you."

"Shouldn't we be reading it together?"

She was blunt as usual. "I am not interested in Alan's little schemes. You can read it yourself."

His lips twitched. In the end, he decided to read it out loud. The book was clearly old and the language used in it was unfamiliar to him. But soon he could understand them. He clicked his tongue in wonder.

"Since ancient times, throughout the realm there are many heavenly treasures and mystics. In my view, one of the most enviable ones are the nine immortal physiques."

"Sacred spring physique that any man will want. It is the perfect body for dual cultivation. The one who has this physique will be able to increase his cultivation at such an unimaginable fast rate with such a great method! Who doesn't like fucking? He will also be able to do anything without any side effects. Isn't this too good of a thing? If I had this physique, I wouldn't have caught this damn curse when I forcefully took that–"

Yamasaki didn't dare to continue. He raised his head to look at Claire and gulped.

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