"I'm just a little servant and can't possess vast resources like you people, so I can only collect what I need this way. Fortunately, the Mo family has many resources, and some that you yourselves haven't even noticed..." Xiaoyao smiled and said. This statement revealed how his different status naturally meant different possessions.
However, these words also vaguely suggested that though his way of possessing resources was different, he didn't have any less than others—possibly even more than anyone.
Sometimes, just by paying attention to what's around you, you'll discover that what you want has actually been by your side all along, without needing to deliberately pursue it.
Though Xiaoyao was just a little servant, he knew how to develop his resources, collecting bit by bit what he wanted. Though the process was long and success wasn't guaranteed, it allowed him to accomplish many things—some beyond others' imagination.
This couldn't be blamed on everyone being slow to react or notice. The fault lay in Xiaoyao being too low-key, and the things he collected—some people considered garbage, while others thought they were too insignificant to matter.
The latter was like the Young Miss before him. She had just thought this way, feeling those scraps were useless. But as Xiaoyao said, with repeated collection, these scraps would gradually accumulate.
However, this was truly hard to believe. Even knowing Xiaoyao collected these scraps to accumulate small amounts into larger ones, the Young Miss still felt it was useless.
First, medicinal materials came in many varieties—just because you encountered them this time didn't mean you'd encounter them next time. Second, these medicinal scraps were all mixed together. Separating them was not only difficult but time-consuming—this was why everyone discarded them.
However, for Xiaoyao, these were merely matters of spending more time. He recognized all medicinal materials and could clearly separate them, and at no slow speed either.
Not just medicinal materials—similar situations existed in other areas, which Xiaoyao could also collect bit by bit.
For Xiaoyao, this process wasn't just for results but also taught him much. It was also a learning process—classification first required knowing how to classify and identify...
This was how Xiaoyao learned and grew.
"If it's just these medicinal scraps, keep them yourself. This young lady doesn't want them!" The Young Miss seemed very disdainful. This wasn't because she didn't understand Xiaoyao's reasoning—she had begun to understand. But understanding made it even harder to take them.
Her resources were so abundant—did she need to compete with Xiaoyao?
From this moment, the Young Miss underwent a transformation—almost a life-changing one. She began to cherish and pay attention to her resources, no longer wasting them.
At least regarding her martial arts resources, she didn't waste them.
Though this transformation didn't give her sudden enlightenment or make her advance by leaps and bounds, it made her future progress much faster. Because she maximized the use of resources she would have wasted, this was equivalent to accelerating her progress.
She didn't thank Xiaoyao for this—not in the future, certainly not now. And because of what Xiaoyao said next, she had an impulse to punch him away.
"Of course it's not just these medicinal scraps. Actually, the Third Young Master can absorb at most 70% of the medicinal power from his medicinal bath. We can utilize the remaining 30%." Xiaoyao said.
"How do we utilize it?" The Young Miss asked directly without thinking much.
"We can go in and soak, circulating energy to absorb the medicinal power. Though it's difficult, 10-20% is still possible!!" Xiaoyao said.
"You mean you want me to soak in the bathwater my third brother used?" A black line appeared on the Young Miss's forehead.
"It's not bathwater—it's a medicinal bath!!" Xiaoyao shook his head, denying the Young Miss's words. At the same time, he hadn't noticed he was making an error—asking the Young Miss, a noble lady, to soak in a medicinal bath used by a man.
"Is there a difference?" the Young Miss said coldly.
"Yes! Bathwater has no medicinal power, while medicinal baths do!" Xiaoyao explained. Of course, this explanation was unnecessary.
"You go in if you want. I have no time to accompany your madness!! Hmph, asking this young lady to soak in someone else's used bathwater—it would be better if others soaked in mine!!" The Young Miss turned to leave. She had lost interest in continuing with Xiaoyao.
"Mm, if it were the Young Miss's used bath, it would indeed be better—there'd be a fragrant scent!" Xiaoyao nodded and said.
The Young Miss suddenly froze, slowly turned around, looked at Xiaoyao and asked: "Is that so? Mine has a fragrant scent—how do you know?"
"I've used it! The Young Miss can't even use 50% of the medicinal power, so of course it can't be wasted!!" Xiaoyao replied.
"Kid, go die!!" The Young Miss kicked Xiaoyao flying, while Xiaoyao still hadn't realized what he'd done wrong.
The Young Miss's used bathwater—oh, medicinal bath—and then he continued using it. Didn't this amount to indirect co-bathing?
"Young Miss, spare my life!"
Kicked flying and hitting a wall, Xiaoyao seemed completely fine as he begged the Young Miss for mercy. At this moment, the Young Miss didn't notice this detail—she was blinded by the indirect co-bathing incident.
"What you did wrong: this young lady's medicinal baths are off-limits to you! That's final!!" After leaving this statement, the Young Miss departed. She had no intention of pursuing the matter further. Read complete versıon only at NoveI(F)ire.net
Originally, her personality was such that once she punished someone, she'd write off the matter. Also, she wouldn't seriously contend with a servant. To her now, Xiaoyao was just a rather interesting little servant.
Her parting words seemed to say that except for hers, if Xiaoyao had opportunities to use other people's medicinal baths, he could continue—she wouldn't interfere.
As for Xiaoyao, would he be obedient?
Xiaoyao didn't have many opportunities to encounter medicinal baths, so he would naturally treasure them. Even if the Young Miss were watching, he'd find ways to get them.
For someone lacking resources, they would cherish the resources before them.
Medicinal baths were not only a way to improve internal energy but also an important foundation for marrow cleansing, bone forging, and complete transformation. This was something one couldn't have congenitally—it was postnatal cultivation.
Regardless of one's natural gifts, without postnatal cultivation, one might be far weaker than those with inferior natural gifts!
This was why people from great families generally had higher strength than ordinary people—their postnatal foundation was strong. They had resources ordinary people lacked. Ordinary people, unless they were exceptionally talented or obtained conditions and resources, would find it very difficult to surpass those from great families.
This might also be one reason why the Library Tower people didn't mind Xiaoyao seeing the manuals—they felt Xiaoyao had no opportunity to access those marrow-cleansing medicinal baths and pills. Without those, relying on self-cultivation alone, it was basically impossible to have the conditions to practice those manuals.
Unless Xiaoyao was a genius—but nobody thought he would be.
Xiaoyao was still practicing basic skills, which made everyone think he was at most a servant with some martial arts—just having martial arts, capable of being muscle or making up numbers.
"I can cultivate again! My body can become a bit stronger. As long as I continue, someday I can complete my basic skills training!!"
After everything was handled, Xiaoyao began utilizing resources, starting to cultivate in the discarded medicinal bath.
Regarding basic skills, Xiaoyao hadn't concealed anything. He indeed was still only practicing basic skills, not having completed what everyone considered basic cultivation.
Basic skills here weren't simply basic skills—not something you could skip after practicing briefly and claiming competence. This was a foundation, a necessary foundation.
All cultivating warriors practiced basic skills to change their constitution to adapt to higher-level cultivation. Basic skills training had to be completed; otherwise, one couldn't advance or cultivate more advanced techniques and martial arts.
Basic skills here could also be called a stage, like the foundation-building period in certain cultivation systems.
However, basic skills could be practiced continuously. Even after successful completion, one could still continue practicing basic skills. This was a method many used when unable to break through.
Practicing basic skills could make their foundation more solid and larger. The benefits of this need no explanation—everyone on the continent knew.
However, even so, no one specialized solely in basic skills, because no matter how large and solid the foundation, without time and ability to build a high tower, it was useless.
This required balance. Too little was absolutely unacceptable; too much wasn't necessarily bad, but you might never use it in your lifetime—making it excessive.
Of course, knowing foundations were useful and continuing to practice basic skills had effects, but the results definitely weren't as good as having already established a good foundation earlier.
Because of this, people were conflicted about whether to continue practicing or give up...
Some tried to practice basic skills to perfection, but by then they had entered old age. Some tried to practice basic skills to an appropriate level—some succeeded, some failed. And others...
Regardless of which type, Xiaoyao's situation didn't belong to any of them. His practicing basic skills wasn't voluntary but unavoidable.
According to his progress, his basic skills were already very solid and could definitely support cultivation to the King level. If he wanted to advance further to the Emperor level, some effort would suffice. As for going higher—was there need for discussion?
On this continent, reaching King level already made one a super expert who could dominate a region. Reaching Emperor level brought treatment like an emperor. Among countless people, how many emperors could there be?
For Xiaoyao, a little servant, did he need to reach such heights? It seemed unnecessary.