Chapter 258: Raising Up the Weak

Chapter 258: Raising Up the Weak

As Shi Jis blonde hair moved from my sight, the next person comes up. Another person from her group.

What proceeds from here is a line of slowly descending talent. With the obvious correlation being that they lined up in order of importance, i.e. privilege. Those who came from better families or have better backgrounds, whether self-made or not, usually had body cultivation before this.

Not only that, but they already were pumped full of cultivation cocktails and things to purify their body to a decent state.

The nobles have the best advantage, for a multitude of reasons, not the least the pride of the families to have their people be at a minimum level before applying to a sect. They are the most likely to have received help and are expected to be at a certain level of body cultivation beforehand.

For everyone else, though, it is blatantly obvious they did not receive such care in their lives.

The vast majority of people I am now healing have frail and malnourished bodies. The fact they made it up the mountain to where I started giving out the concoctions is a testament to their willpower.

But, regardless of all that, it doesnt change where they start from.

I see the need to point it out to myself.

Im just getting past the merchants in the group and now into the more regular people.

I pause the flow and speak out to the person in front of me, a man 10 years younger and with a poor spirit root.

Hi. If you dont mind my asking, what was your spirit root when you touched the crystal?

He freezes in place. Clearly, this is both a sore subject and an embarrassing thing.

The buzz around the area dies down at this inquiry, looking to hear what he has to say.

Its easy to see he doesnt want to answer, but obliges.

Rose Man 3, young master.

A below average talent, as the majority of cultivators fall within Rose Man 5.

Normal people are usually at Rose Man 2, able to cultivate at 1/1000th speed of the average cultivator. Rose Man 3 is 1/100th speed. So, they are definitely better than normal people, but still significantly worse than the normal cultivator.

He quickly goes silent and has his head down in shame. There are some condescending mutters around from the merchant/noble groups. A large number of people in the upcoming crowds also lower their heads, being in the same boat.

Before we begin, I want to do something for each of you from here on.

I motion to Dana to grab a large mirror from one of the furniture rooms. Putting it in front of where they will be healed.

I want you to pay close attention to the changes that occur in you, from start to finish. And as we train after the healing, I want you to check your personal mirrors every day to see how you are improving.

Make sure that it doesnt become a thing of vanity, but encouragement to improve even further every day.

I turn to the people who came before in line.

You all have been doing this in some way already, though maybe not in this specific fashion. Continue with your regular habits, since youve likely already experienced the benefits of this.

This came as an afterthought, but a few of the nobles seem visibly offended by me focusing on the commoners like this. I can see their faces ease a bit when I mention this, though its clear they still hold some of these feelings.

Im not as worried about them, as either way Ill be trying to instill qualities of equality in the group. Getting to that point will be a whole other issue.

The young man before me is ready, ingraining his image in the mirror in his mind. Likely being the first time he sees such a clear image of himself, with quality mirrors being a dream for the poor of the cities/rural areas.

Placing my hands on him, I go through the same process that I did for the others in the line. My hands glowing with energy, I use both techniques to heal the inside and out of his body.

Before everyones eyes, who are now laser focused on the changes, we can see his skin clear up, his hair changed to its natural color, and even his height grow to the fabled 6 ft, 1 in.

Just as I finish healing him, I direct him to drink the concoction to further refine his meridians.

He seems stronger, more confident, and in awe of the changes that have occurred in him. And not only him, but others are giving him a different look.

Peony Earth 2.

I directly state his spirit root.

Theres a collective intake of air.

That cant be!

All eyes turn towards a merchant lady in the group, who quickly goes quiet.