Essence Forbidden Tome: Revised, Chapter 12 – The Three-Line Mysterious Energy!

Whenever Long Qian forcefully endured that excruciating, bone-piercing pain while constantly switching between control mode and normal mode, every repetition of training would reduce the mystical energy in his body by one point, but in contrast, his body became one step tougher. This non-human training not only required willpower to continue, but also depended on the amount of mystical energy in his body. Once the mystical energy was completely depleted, Long Qian could no longer continue. After an hour and a half of persistence, the mystical energy in Long Qian's body was completely depleted. To fully replenish this mystical energy would require at least ten or more hours, but even the effects of just this hour and a half of training were enough to equal ten days of ordinary-state training. Logically speaking, such inhuman extreme training should make Long Qian's body increasingly strong. However, if he let his appearance become strong, wouldn't that scare others? Imagine a five-year-old appearing before others covered in muscles—anyone would probably think this child was a monster. Therefore, after his extreme training each day, Long Qian would reserve a bit of mystical energy to compress the muscles that had been trained, maintaining the physique of an ordinary child. He didn't want to be seen as a monster, nor did he want his parents to notice that he was doing such brutal training and worry. After finishing his training, Long Qian lay on the floor like a puddle of sludge. After a while, he struggled to stand up. Walking now felt as if he were floating; he could hardly feel his body's existence. In normal mode, it would be impossible to stand at all; only in control mode could he stand, but his walking was extremely mechanical, appearing like a zombie, devoid of any vitality. Long Qian swayed as he walked to the back window and looked at the new small wooden house in the backyard. He truly hoped that one day he could wake up as a six-year-old, take the forbidden tome after passing the test, and go to the basement of that wooden house to obtain that mystical herb, which had been growing for god knows how many years. After glancing habitually, Long Qian was about to return to bed for sleep. The hour and a half of extreme training had left him extremely exhausted. However, just as Long Qian was about to turn around, he suddenly noticed a shadow appear on the grass in the backyard. The shadow flickered a few times and paused in front of the small wooden house. It could vaguely be seen that it seemed to be a white-haired youth (Long Mo)! The white-haired youth stood in front of the tightly locked door for a second, then disappeared.\Long Qian looked at this scene expressionlessly, but in his heart, he was startled and somewhat doubted his own eyesight. So he stood by the window and waited for a long time, but no other dark figure or boy appeared.
However, Long Qian couldn't stay awake any longer. He twisted and turned back to his bed and fell asleep.
But just a short while after Long Qian fell asleep, the white-haired boy he had seen before suddenly appeared right in front of his bed, stretching out a hand like an eagle's claw toward him!
In the dim room, the white-haired boy's claw-like hand immediately reached in front of Long Qian's forehead. Under the faint moonlight, his ordinary-looking face appeared very eerie, tearing into a strange smile, looking exactly like a monster.
A monster sneaking in during the dead of night, a young boy sound asleep on the bed — no matter how you look at it, this scene seemed like something terrifying was about to happen.
But unexpectedly, the hand the white-haired boy reached out with did not dig into Long Qian's head to suck out his brain or poke his eyes. It just lightly brushed the tips of Long Qian's hair on the top of his head, like a kind grandfather comforting his grandson. Yet the smile on his face somehow looked rather shady.
"Sleeping soundly, that's good, very good," the white-haired boy muttered softly. He bent over, tucking his head into his robe, fumbling around as if picking lice. After some effort, he pulled out a tattered cloth bag and carefully took out a small six-sided crystal, gently placing it on Long Qian's forehead.
Staring at one side of the six-sided crystal that emitted a faint green light, the white-haired boy, with a calm face, lightly nodded and muttered to himself, "Planting Xuan Qi, hmm, seems you inherited it from your father."
Then, another side of the crystal emitted a faint cyan light. The boy was startled, and with some delight, he praised, "Hehe, not bad, not bad, dual elements, also inherited your mother's Bird Xuan Qi! Promising…"
Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly widened, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. Shocked, he stared at the faint yellow light that just lit up on another side of the six-sided crystal and was petrified…
After a long time, the boy recovered from his shock, seemingly wanting to shout, but had to lower his voice. He stomped the floor a few times, lifted and lightly dropped his feet repeatedly, waved his arms, and painfully blurted out while cursing:
\"Three systems? Three systems? Three systems? A three-system that appears once in several hundred years?"Who the hell did this insect profound energy inherit!?" After saying this, the young man seemed to feel a bit better. He let out a heavy breath and awkwardly retracted the hexagonal crystal, feeling a bit regretful but also somewhat proud, muttering, "What a pity, the amount of three streams of profound energy is a bit small. But that's fine. Those broken sensing crystals in the Xuanzong Hall can only sense two of them at most, and the forbidden scripture manifestation stone won't show three types. Luckily, I came in person, otherwise who knows that a three-element mystic practitioner every few hundred years would be my descendant." "Who are you?" A childish voice suddenly slipped out. Long Qian, lying on the bed, opened her eyes and stared blankly at the white-haired youth in front of him who had been mumbling for a long time. The boy seemed startled by the sudden voice. He turned his head to look around, quickly shushed with a finger at the corner of his mouth, then looked at Long Qian in surprise and asked, "When did you wake up?" Long Qian answered honestly, "Right when you appeared." "Huh?" The white-haired youth was startled, then sneered and said, "You still want to trick me? Do you think I don't know if you're awake or not?" Long Qian sighed helplessly and said softly, "Alright, actually, you just woke me up." "You're still a bit inexperienced trying to fool me." The white-haired youth sneered and patted Long Qian's forehead, then squatted down curiously and asked, "Why aren't you afraid of me?" "You didn't hurt me, so why would I be afraid?" Long Qian replied casually, thinking to herself, 'No one is afraid.' In the middle of the night, she suddenly found a white-haired youth by her bed. If he weren't so weak, he would have jumped up and run away long ago. "You little rascal, you're not being very honest." The young man grinned, then added with a slightly lecherous tone, "But I like it. Kids who are too honest won't achieve great things, nor will they live long..." "

--Chapter 12: The End."