Sebastian sat at his desk and pulled up the system interface.
[Low-Tier Cultivation Manual]
He selected it, and immediately a translucent book materialized in front of his eyes, pages glowing with faint text.
Sebastian opened to the first page.
"Cultivation is the ancient art of refining one's body and spirit through the absorption and manipulation of spiritual energy from the heavens and earth..."
'Yeah, yeah,' Sebastian thought, skimming past the introduction. 'Cultivation is the best thing known to man, mystical energy, transcending mortal limits, becoming one with qi, blah blah blah.'
He'd read this exact preamble in about three hundred web novels in his previous life. It was always the same flowery nonsense.
"Through diligent practice and unwavering dedication, one can refine their dantian—the spiritual core located three inches below the navel—and channel qi throughout the meridians..."
