In his previous life, he was the son of the clan leader. Coupled with his talent, he was proud and competitive, always giving his all in every hunt, making him the most relentless striver among the younger generation...

Because he pushed himself too hard—just like his life as a corporate drone—he suffered many injuries, and that’s how his body ended up ruined...

Samuel Clark, son of the family elder Richard Clark, was two years older and even stronger, but every time he caught fewer prey than him, which inevitably made him a bit jealous.

Before, he wasn’t as skilled and couldn’t say anything. Now that he’d finally surpassed him, of course he wanted to show off a bit.

Unfortunately... he picked the wrong target.

With both hands behind his head, Henry Clark yawned, looking completely unconcerned: “Well, congratulations to you then...”

“???”

Samuel Clark was stunned.

He’d said that on purpose, just to see the other get flustered, but he hadn’t expected this reaction...

It felt like punching cotton, or swallowing a fly—utterly frustrating. “Henry Clark, what do you mean? I’m saying you caught less prey...”

Henry Clark: “Yeah, yeah, you’re right about everything. You’re awesome, you’re amazing.”

“...” Samuel Clark.

...

Off to the side, Edward Clark gave a thumbs up.

Before, his cousin always won, and Samuel Clark would have that “you may have beaten me, but I’m not convinced” look. But this time, even though he won, he was still fuming...

Too tragic.

“I’m heading back first...”

Ignoring what they thought, Henry Clark waved his hand and walked back toward the clan.

With so little time left to live, instead of getting angry at irrelevant people, he might as well go home and sleep.

He’d been exhausted all day—how could he maintain his health without rest?

Back at the family estate, instead of returning to his room, he went to the dining hall for a meal.

After lying in the mountains all day, he was already starving.

As the food entered his stomach, he indeed saw the longevity chart display +0.01, +0.01.

It wasn’t much, but it was still a gain.

“Looks like reasonable eating, enough sleep, and a happy mood can all increase my lifespan...”

Henry Clark summed up in his mind, when suddenly, a thought popped up: “What about cultivation?”

He’d transmigrated two days ago, spent the first day digesting memories, and discovered his golden finger yesterday while in the mountains... In other words, since arriving in this world, he hadn’t cultivated at all!

In novels from his previous life, as long as you cultivated, your lifespan would greatly increase, even achieving immortality.

Since this world also revered martial arts and strength, and you could become stronger through cultivation, maybe... he could defy fate, easily surpass 100 years of life, or even more.

Thinking of this, he grew excited, quickly returned to his quarters, and took out the cultivation manual he’d used before.

Chapter 003: Turtle Origin Technique

The family’s inherited technique, “Xu Family Qi Training Method.”

The exact grade was unclear, but according to clan records, within the past few hundred years, a grandmaster had emerged using this method, making the family famous.

Martial cultivation had nine stages: Sensing Qi, Condensing Breath, Tempering Body, Spirit Valley, Nourishing Qi, Opening Meridians, Out-of-Body, Forming Gang, and Grandmaster.

Each stage was divided into early, middle, late, and peak sub-stages. Each stage was harder than the last—some even said each was like a new world.

Henry Clark’s current cultivation was at the peak of the third stage: Tempering Body!

Tempering Body meant channeling spiritual energy into the flesh, refining muscles and organs, thereby improving physical fitness.

At sixteen, reaching this level wasn’t the absolute best, but he was definitely among the top of his peers.

Otherwise, Edward Clark wouldn’t have willingly become his follower.

“According to the family records, the grandmaster ancestor from two hundred years ago lived to 102, and another ancestor at the Forming Gang stage lived to 97. The key is, even at that age, they were still spry and healthy... If I cultivate properly, can I live that long too?”

In his previous life, he died before thirty... In this life, no matter what, he wanted to surpass that number and live a long, peaceful life.

Wealth and power didn’t matter—longevity was king!

He picked up the manual.

Even though he’d read it countless times in his memory and could recite it by heart, this was the first time he was truly practicing it in this life.

“The Xu Family Qi Training Method is a forceful technique, emphasizing overwhelming strength. When practicing, the heart and mind unite, mind and qi unite, qi and strength unite...”

He read it again, then began to cultivate slowly according to the manual and his previous experience.

Both arms as if hugging a tree, feet in a yin-yang stance, chest in, back stretched, shoulders sunk, elbows dropped.

For the first three stages, a martial artist’s dantian wasn’t yet opened. Unlike in novels, you didn’t sit cross-legged with palms up, but used boxing, stance training, archery, and the like, combined with breathing techniques, to actively draw in spiritual energy and temper the whole body.

Focusing his mind, he indeed sensed countless points of light around him slowly drifting toward his body.

Spiritual energy was like water, and his body was a parched riverbed. When the two met, the latter was instantly nourished.

Seeing his cultivation succeed, Henry Clark breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the “bullet screen.”

Body damage, lifespan: -0.01, -0.01, -0.01...

“Damn!”

His expression changed, and he almost choked on his own saliva from stopping too quickly.

Damn it!

Is this a joke?

Other people cultivate for longevity, but I’m sending myself to an early grave.

If this keeps up, in less than an hour, I’ll be dead for good...