A new internal energy bar appeared below the health bar. One point of true qi is equivalent to ten points of internal energy, and stamina and health also increase at a 1:10 ratio.

In Brian White’s understanding, this should be considered the MP in online games, commonly known as “mana.”

At the same time, there was also a new energy slot for baleful energy. Brian White also understood the mystery of the Hanging Pot Skill. In that instant, Brian White went from disappointment to wild joy.

No wonder Abstain from Killing valued the Hanging Pot Skill so much—this skill is simply miraculous!

Although the growth value was a bit low, the key was the cultivation method of the Hanging Pot Skill. The practitioner didn’t need to actively cultivate; instead, cultivation was achieved by resolving baleful energy.

Baleful energy is naturally generated and is a kind of negative energy.

If too much accumulates in the body, it can cause illness, and in severe cases, even death.

Injuries or poisoning can also produce baleful energy.

By resolving baleful energy, not only can you increase your cultivation speed, but you can also recover physically faster than ordinary people.

Even more crucially, it’s not just your own baleful energy—you can also absorb others’ baleful energy to cultivate.

Abstain from Killing curled his lips and said regretfully, “Kid, now you understand the wonders of the Hanging Pot Skill, don’t you?”

“This is amazing,” Brian White exclaimed repeatedly. With this internal skill manual, it’s like being an unkillable cockroach.

In so many novels and comics, why can the protagonists defeat the villains? Isn’t it because they’re tough?

So, as a protagonist, being able to fight isn’t the real skill—being able to take a beating is.

If you’re willing to risk everything, you can even pull the emperor off his throne.

“Now that you’ve got it, get lost. Don’t show off in front of me.”

Abstain from Killing kicked Brian White on the butt, and in an instant, the scenery around him spun and the stars twisted.

When Brian White opened his eyes again, he was already back in reality, in front of everyone.

Brian White looked at his own hands. Was it a dream?

No, the main attribute panel was still there—none of this was a dream.

At that moment, Brian White’s health suddenly began to drop: 1000/1010...

1009/1010...

1005/1010...

“What’s going on?” Brian White was baffled, and at the same time, his stomach rumbled.

Damn, I’m hungry...

Brian White felt like he was about to die. His steps were unsteady, his body swaying and about to collapse.

1000/1010...

...

500/1010...

Finally, when his health dropped to 400, it stopped decreasing, but the hunger wouldn’t go away.

Brian White didn’t know how long he walked, but finally saw a flat-topped mountain, and at the foot of the mountain, a stone tablet—Wuliang Sect!

Brian White finally collapsed to the ground, fainting from hunger...

When Brian White opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in bed.

Health: 700/1010.

Someone had saved him?

“Big brother, you’re awake.”

A five- or six-year-old girl stood by the bed, her bright eyes gazing at Brian White, holding a bowl of plain porridge in her hands.

Brian White’s stomach was empty at that moment. He took the porridge and finished it in one gulp.

Health: 850/1010.

“Where is this?” After finishing the porridge, Brian White finally had the strength to speak.

“Wuliang Sect. Big brother, you collapsed on the mountain path, and my brother and I brought you back!”

At this moment, a burly man walked in from outside. He was at least seven feet tall, his head nearly touching the beam, his face square and rugged, with sharp features and cold, sword-like eyes.

“Kid, since you’re awake, get off the mountain. Our sect doesn’t feed freeloaders.”

“Brother.” The girl looked at the man reproachfully. “This big brother is so weak, how can he go down the mountain?”

The man’s gaze softened slightly when he looked at the girl, but quickly became firm again. “He’s not a member of our sect. Why should he eat and live here for free? You have one day. Once you’ve recovered, get out.”

Brian White felt a bit dazed. From the girl, he learned her name was Alan Warren, but she liked to be called Alan Warren. Her brother was the burly man, named Logan Warren.

As for the so-called Wuliang Sect, it was actually just two rooms on a low, flat mountain, and the two siblings as its only members.

Logan Warren was so eager to drive Brian White away simply because they couldn’t afford to feed a third person.

From Alan Warren, Brian White learned that a hundred years ago, Wuliang Sect was a fairly large sect, but after decades of talent loss and internal and external troubles, it had completely declined.

Now, only Logan Warren and Alan Warren remained, guarding this nominally existing sect.

Although Logan Warren said that Brian White should leave once he recovered, Brian White ate and stayed for three or four days, and Logan Warren didn’t say much. Although he occasionally said some harsh words, Brian White could tell that Logan Warren was tough on the outside but soft on the inside.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have saved Brian White when he himself could barely eat. More often than not, when he didn’t have enough to eat, he would give his food to Alan Warren and Brian White.

“Kid, this Wuliang Sect is a blessed place. If you have nowhere to go, stay and repay the favor.” Abstain from Killing’s voice suddenly appeared.

“I’d like to stay, but will Logan Warren accept me?”

“Then join the Wuliang Sect and become their disciple,” Abstain from Killing said indifferently.

Brian White thought for a moment. He didn’t really have anywhere else to go, and this world was completely unfamiliar to him.