3 Foul-Mouthed Jam (1/2)
Jam's arrival sparked massive amounts of attention, as his arrival had interrupted an ongoing lecture. Everyone in the room shot Jam questioning looks before the lecturer spoke up.
”You are?”
”Jam” Jam might be buddy-buddy with Woody but he was unaccustomed to talking to strangers. He wasn't exactly a social butterfly; preferring to spend all his time training. Whether it was his peers or seniors, Jam had no sense of etiquette.
”... Why did you use the principle teleportation array? It is only used for the most important matters of the entire Academy.” The lecturer had to pause for a second, as Jam taciturn response came to him as a surprise. Usually, a junior, like Jam, would be polite when talking to a senior and would explain themselves, if they were put in Jam's situation.
Jam shrugged his shoulders before saying ”I don't know, the people from the branch in Reed City told me to enter this array. I'm just a new member of the Academy.”
”Mhmm? A new member you say? State your name, age, cultivation, and superpower.” Jam's attitude annoyed the lecturer a bit, but before acting on impulse he kept questioning Jam.
”Uhh… sure. Again, my name is Jam, I'm 10 years old, just entered the Meridian Connecting Stage, and my superpower is uhh… Cosmic Control.”
Most people in the room drew audible gasps. 'Ten year old Cosmic Controller? What prominent family is this kid from?' was more or less what the audience thought to themselves.
Most superpowers were inherited but — while it was uncommon — it was still possible for children to manifest superpowers outside the scope of their bloodline. All these people thought that Jam came from a powerful family, as all the families with superpowers as great as Cosmic Control, were prominent and well established.
”Oh. I understand now. By the way what family do you come from?”
”Family? My only family member is Woody. We're not blood related. I'm an orphan.”
”Wait that doesn't make any sense. I haven't heard of any cultivator named Woody… You can't possibly tell me that you experienced awakening without cultivation resources. Right?”
”Woody is a regular mortal, she can't even cultivate. We're poor...”
This time, literally everyone in the room was floored. Is this real life? A ten year old Cosmic Controller that was raised without any resources. That seemed like an impossibility even if he started training since he was in the womb. Cultivation resources, like medicine, were not only used to help cultivators cope with the pain of cultivation, there were also used to hasten progress.
”H-How long have yo-you been training?” The lecturer was seriously shaken.
”Well, Woody adopted me when I was five, she's the one who put me on the path to body training, so I guess around 5 years.” Woody did indeed teach Jam Body Training, however, Jam had taken it upon himself to research on the Internet how best to train his body.
”Did you just say BODY TRAINING? Perhaps you misspoke and meant Body Refinement. R-right?” Body Training is dozens of times more inefficient than Body Refinement. In Body Training, a cultivator would train his body ”naturally;” imagine a person at the gym, doing exercises, lifting weights, running kilometers…
Body Refinement on the other hand, would have cultivators gather close to nonexistent energy, and pass that energy through a specified route through their body indicated on whatever technique their body refining technique was based on. Even the worst refining techniquemethods were dozens of times more efficient than Body Training.
However, they required additional resources as refining techniques were more than likely to cause internal injuries; many of which were hidden and or hard to treat. To add a cherry on top, aside from the resources needed to heal injuries caused by refining the body, Body Refinement technique themselves were worth a pretty penny in and of themselves.
”Uhh… no. Woody and I are poor regular mortals, where are we going to get Body Refinement manuals? Better yet, even if we did have a Body Refinement Manual, where would I get the resources to practice such a technique?”
Jam tried to hide the mocking expression his face was making naturally, he had just said he came from a poor family. 'Is this idiot qualified to teach here? I thought all cultivators were more intelligent than average people; guess it's not the case for this retard.'
Jam thought that this information would be revealed sooner or later, so he might as well be honest now. Besides, this information shouldn't be that shocking, I mean he was in the Cultivation Academy Headquarters; sects are, after all, one of the best places to practice cultivation.
The lecturer had the urge to ask Jam to be his disciple, he had already forgotten about Jam's rude remarks and lack of etiquette, but, after thinking for a moment he realized he almost acted recklessly. 'What if the sect head wants him to be her disciple and I stole him?' A thin streak of cold sweat ran down the side of the lecturers face as he had that thought.