The reason he could cultivate the Life and Death Technique was that his body contained both Vital Qi and Death Qi—worse still, the Death Qi in his body was even stronger than his Vital Qi?!
That seed about right.
The original owner of this body should be dead.
He also had been hit by a car before he died.
The people around him at that ti had scread so miserably.
So, he had probably died in the accident, which was how he ended up here.
They said his body was primarily filled with death energy maybe this is the reason.
Well, fine, he would accept that.
However, there was also so life energy—true enough, since he was still technically alive.
The Life and Death Technique maintained a balance of life and death energies within him, so he didn't have to worry about his survival for now.
Recalling that he had just been rescued and brought back to the village yet didn't even know his savior, Bok Taejin lost interest in cultivating for the ti being.
He opened his eyes and found himself lying on a hard wooden bed, covered with a blanket.
At the head of the bed, a thin jacket was neatly folded.
Bok Taejin picked it up and shook it open—it wasn't his, but it fit him well enough.
The original owner had co down from the mountains and had walked a long way.
The clothes he had been wearing were already torn and ragged, scratched by tree branches and other obstacles, looking filthy and tattered.
Now, the clothes he had originally worn had been taken off, though he didn't know where they had been placed.
After a brief hesitation, Bok Taejin put on the thin jacket over his inner garnts.
He stepped out of the small wooden house.
It was late autumn, bordering on early winter, and a chill had already set in over the mountains.
The sun slanted westward, painting half the sky red.
A gentle evening breeze carried the rich aroma of at.
Bok Taejin couldn't help but take a few deep breaths, his hunger intensifying.
He rubbed his stomach, which was so empty it felt like it was sticking to his back, and followed the scent.
He hadn't walked far when he heard soone call out, "Hey, kid!"
At first, Bok Taejin didn't realize the shout was directed at him.
He only glanced in the direction of the voice, slightly puzzled.
A burly man erged from a side path in the mountains while carrying a large bundle of firewood in his arms.
Bok Taejin took a closer look and recognized him—it was the man who had fed him water earlier.
The others seed to call him Im Beomhyeon.
Just as he was about to step forward to express his gratitude and ask Im Beomhyeon so questions, the man was already striding over.
The hefty bundle of firewood in his arms seed light as a feather.
"Hey, kid, what's the deal with you?! I called you, and you didn't even respond?"
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