Marrick's Life Story

He was lying face down in a little clearing in woods. Soft grass under his face, tickling his nose. The refreshing air filling his lungs with a scent of nature. Relishing in the feeling of being one with the nature his ears suddenly jerked. Listening to his surroundings Marrick focuses on the noises surrounding him, not able to comprehend what is it that makes him feel danger. Only about two breaths later did he realize what was it. He was in a forest but there was no birds chirping, nor bugs buzzing.

Slowly, carefully, he raises his head and looks around. Only to find himself shocked beyond belief. He was in the middle of a small island in the middle of a forest pond. The rivers water landing in it, to later cascade through shallow waterfall on its way again. And in the water around him, surrounding him were about twelve women armed in swords, whips, and daggers, looking at him with anger and suspicion, as well as with amazement. They were so shocked by his sudden appearance, and his looks that they seem to have not realized that he is just a five year old boy.

Looking at them with wariness, Marrick just found out that all of them are only wearing some light robes, that are so wet they just cling to their bodies making their curves even more distinct. When looking at their faces, he finds that all of them are actually country toppling beauties. Eleven of them a mixture of youthfulness and innocence, varying between fourteen and seventeen years old. The last one was a woman at about thirty years of age. She was incredibly voluptuous, with curves in all right places, giving anyone that looked for too long incredible allure to throw her to the ground and ravish her. A devilish vixen.

Of course for Marrick didn't feel any of it. To him, this woman could not compare with his beautiful mom. When he was scanning them carefully, they too were gazing on him. And whenever his eyes crossed with theirs, the girls would be indescribably pulled into his green, mesmerizing eyes. They were like the deepest depths of the oldest of forests. They felt as if they could look in them for eternity without getting bored. Only about five breaths later did the oldest of them finally react.

"You little brat. What do you think you are doing. Peeking on ladies in the middle of bath. I am really curious who raised such young lecher. A couple of years at most and already committing such atrocities."

"W-wait..."

"Oooooh? I really am curious what do you have to say as your excuse boy."

"I was all just misunderstanding. I didn't peek on you..."

"Hah. Such a miserable excuse boy. If you want to live you have to do much better. Misunderstanding?! Misunderstanding your sister. As if anyone would believe you."

"But it really was just a terrible misunderstanding. I was wound..."

When he started talking, he tried to get up and reason with the sexy lady when he felt a pang of an enormous pain in his back. It was excruciating, as if thousands of ants nibbling on his flesh. Within second Marrick face was drained of all blood and he fell on his knees hissing in pain, and panting for his breath.

"HA. What now. You want to feign an injury for us to pity you, you scoundr..."

She couldn't end her sentence yet, when she suddenly jumped in horror upon seeing the injury on the boys body. Only now did she take her eyes off his beautiful face, and see his clothes. Some ragged, tattered pants, and a shredded sack for a shirt. Additionally there were four gigantic slashes on the boys back destroying it almost completely, hanging only on threads. The wounds running through all of the width of the boy's back, nearly cutting him in half, bone visible making for a gruesome sight, were bleeding immensely, having been torn again after just barely closing up.

Seeing the Marrick going more, and more pale, the woman finally recovered from her shocker and raced towards the boy. In her head calculating, and coming to conclusion that the boy may be telling the truth about all this misunderstanding. She realized that he must have been attacked by some Magical Monster, no doubt,it wasn't what shocked her though.

What shocked her was actually that the boy was still alive after such a blow. It should be impossible, but from the looks of it he seemed not to be in such a bad shape as he should. When she got to him, she immediately started channeling hers Qi into his body to help him stabilize his condition. Again she paused for a second when she found that he easily absorbed her Qi.

One must know that it was not an easy thing to heal a mortal with Qi as they had really great difficulties taking it in for their use. If they haven't learned any cultivation they basically rejected it, only a small fraction of it capable to affect their body. Of course, if one shed a mortal shell and become a cultivator, it was completely different matter. Then absorbing it was as easy as sleeping for them.

But she couldn't believe that just a couple of years old boy was capable of cultivating. Even in their sect, the youngest to become a cultivator was Xu Xianmei at the age of eleven, and she was a praised genius. Other girls arrived around her, pulling her out of her thoughts and she once again started channeling her Qi into the boys body examining him in the meantime. What she saw got shocked her once again today. If not for her superior cultivation she would get a stroke already. What she found were numerous green threads circling around his skin and gathering around his wound hastening his recovery.

By the looks of it, even if she didn't help the boy he would recover entirely on his own. When she came to this conclusion, she immediately retracted her own Qi. Everyone knew, that if cultivator were to be wounded and recovers on his own, it will accelerate his cultivation and improve the control over his Qi. When she retracted her hands, the rest looked at her in confusion. The girls knew that even though Elder Mo Yutian seemed cold and lofty, she was actually a really warm person. She would never abandon a wounded child. That is why they were all confused when they saw her retract her hand and stopping her Qi from seeping into the boy.

As if sensing their bafflement, she suddenly spoke. "What you think that I would let the boy die just because he COULD have seen us naked. Are you looking down on me so much? Hmph, the boy is fine, no need to worry so much."

"But-"

"No buts. He is already on the first layer of the Body Strengthening Stage. He can heal such wound by himself."

Hearing these words girls looked at Marrick in shock. Only now realizing that he had his eyes closed and laying in some strange posture. When they looked at him, they felt a chill run down their spine. It felt as if a dangerous predator was sneaking on them. The immediately backed off a couple of steps.

"Master, what is this posture. I have never seen it in any cultivation manuals in the sect"

Asked the youngest girl.

"I also don't really know Mo Qing. It looks as some kind of a wolf stance. But his Qi is verdant green, agile, flexible, and incredibly aggressive and domineering. Even pushing away my own Qi. I guess it is some kind of Agility Type cultivation technique."

"Eh what is Agility Type cultivation technique, master?"

"Huh. I guess it is time you learn this. What all of you are cultivating is Progression Type cultivation techniques. They are completely neutral without special characteristic besides allowing you all to cultivate. But there are also other types of cultivation manuals with other Types. Such as Strength Type, Defense Type, Spirit Type, Elemental Type splitting into Earth Element, Water Element, Fire Element, Air Element and Metal Element, and as the one that this fellow cultivates. Agility Type. Every type gives other perks to its user such as tyrannical strength, impenetrable defense, heightened senses and control over mind, power of the elements, and of course speed, flexibility, and reaction time. Unfortunately they have their cons.

Being low speed for strength, being easily subdued by mental attacks for defense, Weak physical body for elemental and spiritual, and of course lacking fire power for the agility. Additionally their cultivation is harder and slower than cultivating Progression Type. Originally you shouldn't have known it as only Outer Court Elders, Inner Disciples and higher-ups have access to this information so you better not run around and gossip around, right?"

"Alright, master. We promise to keep it to ourselves. Then what do we do about the boy?"

Asked one girl looking at the boy with a small blush.

"Let him recover, and then we will talk to him. For now go dry yourselves out you all look worse than a wet dogs. Go on."

Hearing this girls scurried to the grass and started drying their clothes and hair, from time to time glancing with interest at the boy, wanting to know all his secrets. Elder Mo also got out of the water and started drying herself with the hel of her Qi, girls glaring at her with envy. Only with a high control over your Qi can you dry your clothes without destroying them Something that Body Strengthening is not capable of. Ignoring the glares of her disciples Elder Mo was looking at the mysterious, handsome boy with bewilderment mumbling to herself quietly enough for the girls ot to hear her.

" Who raised such a monster. To start cultivating at such a young age. Unbelievable. And it is actually really high level Agility Type manual. From the quality and quantity of the threads at the first layer it is at least an orange grade manual, or even a purple one. Shocking indeed. I must get from him his background. And maybe snach him into our sect. If I show him to the higher-ups they will surly reward me and he will have the resources to accelerate his growth even more. It would truly be a bun for our Shattering Heavens Sect. We may even get ahead of this bastards from Great Qin Sect.