“Excessive meditation leading to a large accumulation of internal energy particles that cannot be expelled, subsequently eroding the body's organs and causing varying degrees of damage to bodily functions?!”
Ronan Damien sifted through the memories of his predecessor and finally found the cause of his “symptom.”
“Too much meditation can also harm the body?!”
His expression suddenly turned somewhat grim.
He finally understood why this body’s constitution was so poor.
He had initially thought it was because his predecessor came from a noble family, and at a young age, lacked self-control, having his body hollowed out by wine and women.
Now, it seemed the main reason was prolonged erosion by energy particles.
“Because of poor aptitude, he had to spend more time on meditation than others.
A large accumulation of energy particles in his body, unable to afford magic potions to resolve it, led to his body becoming progressively weaker, even inferior to an ordinary person.”
Ronan Damien’s expression was gloomy.
The memories he had integrated were fragmented and incomplete, and coupled with his previous failure to grasp the Basic Meditation Technique, he had never noticed this point.
Now, looking back, he realized that the problem of the body being eroded by energy particles was actually common among many wizards.
But it wasn't given much importance.
This was still due to the opening line of the “Basic Meditation Technique”—the soul is the ultimate destination of immortality.
For wizards, the ultimate goal of cultivation is the pursuit of so-called soul immortality; beyond that, nothing is dispensable.
This also included one's physical body.
Moreover, when a Wizard Apprentice advances to a Formal Wizard, the physical body undergoes a minor enhancement.
Furthermore, in the future, the body could be modified through spells.
“No wonder the wizards I saw in this guy’s memories were either exceptionally old-looking or grotesquely strange. Is this the reality for low-level wizards?”
Ronan Damien felt a sense of powerlessness for a moment.
He wasn't someone who paid much attention to appearance, but while he could accept his external image being less than perfect, he couldn't accept having the body of a sixty-year-old at the age of sixteen.
If he continued practicing at this rate, he felt it wouldn’t be long before he’d need a cane to walk.
Climbing trees would likely become impossible, forcing him to eat, drink, and relieve himself on the tree every day.
“That would be utterly ridiculous…”
Ronan Damien imagined himself trembling, leaning on a tree branch, and urinating on his pants mid-air, a sight he found unbearable.
Solving the problem of energy particle erosion was actually quite simple.
One way was to control the frequency of meditation.
Reduce the number of meditation sessions and increase the interval between two sessions.
After one meditation, waiting for the body to slowly expel the excess energy particles before the next session would greatly alleviate the situation.
However, this would undoubtedly significantly slow down cultivation speed, making Ronan Damien’s already dismal talent even worse.
Another method was to take magic potions.
But this method was even less feasible.
The cheapest magic potion for dissolution cost ten low-grade magic stones or more; with that money, Ronan Damien would rather buy auxiliary potions that could directly enhance Mind Power.
If he wanted to avoid slowing down his cultivation speed and also didn't want to spend money, then he could only…
“Train.”
Ronan Damien exhaled a short breath and muttered, “From now on, physical exercise is officially listed as a daily cultivation item.”
This was the most fool method.
Make the body strong, and then resist those invading energy particles to the very end!
The poor could only rely on themselves.
After half an hour of busy work, Ronan Damien collected a full jar of morning dew.
This stuff was a relatively easy-to-obtain wizard material; Ronan Damien had started consciously collecting it after reading a few books last night.
He placed the jar filled with morning dew in a cool place, then plucked a handful of rat-tail grass leaves, crushed them, and stuffed them into his mouth to quickly brush his teeth, before starting to prepare his breakfast.
Breakfast was also very simple: a small pot of mixed grain porridge.
There were no side dishes for the porridge, just a bit of stone honey left by his predecessor, which had been stored for who knows how long.
Unexpectedly, it tasted quite good.
Ronan Damien squatted at the door of his small hut, slurping his porridge, and opened his character panel.
【Name: Ronan Damien】
【Age: 16】
【Talent: No elemental affinity】
【Strength: Level One Wizard Apprentice (86%)】
【Skill: Basic Meditation Technique (Initiation 5/100)】
Overnight, his strength progress remained unchanged, but the proficiency of his meditation technique increased by five points.
At this moment, Ronan Damien’s mood was no longer as excited and joyful as it had been last night.
Mainly, he had studied this panel all night and found that besides being able to display his cultivation status in real-time, it seemed to have no other function.
“So, I still have to grind it out myself.”
Ronan Damien felt a bit depressed, quickly finished his breakfast, washed the bowl, and then climbed down the tree using the long vine in front of the house.
Now was a good time for morning exercise.
The task of strengthening his physique was urgent, and Ronan Damien acted immediately.
He briefly planned his morning run route.
“Follow this path straight ahead, turn right at the fourth oak tree, and then go around to the left when you see a mud pit.”
“If you encounter danger, immediately return the way you came!”
Ronan Damien felt ready enough and slowly began to run along the forest path.
The path in the forest was not easy to walk, it was uneven, and sometimes he would encounter stones and dead trees blocking the way.
However, this served perfectly for exercise.
Ronan Damien ran for a while, already starting to sweat, and his breathing became much more rapid.
Actually, for exercise, the grassland by the lake would be most suitable.
But ever since the wizard fight incident yesterday, Ronan Damien had temporarily decided not to go there.
The grassland offered an open view, and if something happened, there would be nowhere to hide.
His robe was soaked with sweat, sticking uncomfortably to his skin, and the baggy sleeves and hem were also cumbersome.
Ronan Damien thought that he should change into different clothes later; he remembered that among the changes of clothes left by his predecessor, there was a light hunting suit, which would be more suitable for activities in the forest.
“At this point, what wizard etiquette am I still adhering to? Wearing a wizard’s robe doesn’t necessarily make one a wizard.”
Ronan Damien was panting heavily from exhaustion, and his hair was drenched at the roots.
He pushed aside a bush and saw water gurgling out of a tree hollow at the base of a large tree ahead, so he gradually slowed his pace.
“I’ve probably run about seven or eight li.”
Ronan Damien wasn’t quite sure, he casually pulled out a golden pocket watch from his Pregnant and checked the time.
Nearly an hour and a half had passed since he left the treehouse.
Several places on his body had been accidentally scratched by branches, leaving bloody marks that stung hotly when they came into contact with sweat.
“It’s a good thing there aren’t any large wild beasts in this area, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to go this deep.”
Ronan Damien thought as he walked towards the tree hollow where water was emerging.
When he reached the tree hollow, he scooped up a handful of water with his hand and tasted two sips, finding the taste quite clear and sweet.
After a quick wash, Ronan Damien took off his shoes and dipped his feet into the water.
