Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 140: Master6

Pjisel soon awakened, the excitement in his eyes thickening.

“Heaven’s Mimicry has three total stages.” Dyon began to explain.

“The first stage is the Outer Shell stage. In this stage, you can change your outward appearance to match anything. In this case, it’s more like an outward projection instead of a true change of your body. Others perceive that you’ve changed, but you haven’t truly.

“The second stage is the Inner Shell stage. In this stage, you can change even the inner workings of your body, everything from your meridian pathways to your blood vessels. Here, your change is no longer an illusion, it is a true change that requires energy to sustain.

“The third stage is the Core Stage. In this stage, your imitation abilities reach an unprecedented level. Even copying another martial path, dao heart, or dao comprehension isn’t impossible. In battle, you can perfectly emulate another’s battle style and even techniques. It’s a heaven defying ability.”

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Though Pjisel faintly understood these things, listening to them laid out before him, his trembling could only grow fiercer.

“You must be wondering why such an ability is only of the Earth Grade? It’s probably hard for you to imagine that there are better constitutions, right?”

Pjisel inadvertently nodded.

“There are many reasons, actually. Some conventional that have been accepted for a long time, and I also have a few reasons that others wouldn’t be able to think of. This will be your first lesson, so listen intently. Master won’t always have time to guide you diligently, so take times like these seriously.”

Pjisel’s nodding grew more fervent, his gaze growing in seriousness.

“The first reason is due to difficulty in improvement. Over 99% of those who awaken this constitution will never cross past the Outer Shell. As such, the Faith they accumulated in their life was limited. After all, at best, with such superficial imitation abilities, they’d be good spies, but it would be hard to become anything greater.”

Pjisel’s eyes widened, suddenly feeling far more grateful for Dyon’s pill. But, he was still curious.

“Why is that, Master?”

“There are a few theories, but the main and accepted reason is that it’s simply too difficult to reach a state where you can let go of everything that makes you, you. The second and third stage of your constitution often cause many to lose their path.

“This leads into the second reason. Even those talented enough to reach the second or third stage often die to cultivation deviation. If one relies too much on their imitations, their own path with collapse. Once one begins to doubt their martial way, death isn’t too far off.”

Pjisel sucked in a cold breath in understanding. No wonder why such an amazing constitution couldn’t climb up beyond the Earth Grade and strengthen itself further.

“The third reason is my own personal theory and I believe it’s the most important reason.”

Pjisel focused his everything on Dyon’s next words.

“Those with your constitution rely too much on it without understanding the underlying mechanisms.”

“… underlying mechanisms?” Pjisel’s eyes lost focus. Now that he thought about it, did he ever deliberately think of how his constitution worked? No, he never had… He simply saw something he wanted to imitate, then did it.

Even this much was due to his talent. All those with Earth Grade Constitutions were born with 3^rd

Grade Meridians, like all Heaven Grade Constitution wielders were born with 2^nd Grade Meridians and so on, but Pjisel’s true talent was in his comprehension. He managed to tap into the Outer Shell stage before his constitution even fully awakened.

But his master was now warning him about this. If he relied too much on his talent… His fate would be no different from those of the past. If he understood the underlying mechanisms, then he could more easily separate what was his strength, and what was borrowed by others. Then, he would be more likely to survive in the future!

“Master, please teach me!” Pjisel said enthusiastically.

Dyon smiled. “Not only will this method help you keep your own martial path in the future, it might even allow you to freely fuse the thoughts of others into your own, allowing you to take what you need and discard what you don’t.

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“Do you know why I spent so many resources on you? Other than you being my first disciple, that is.” historical

Seeing Pjisel waiting in anticipation, Dyon didn’t hold back his explanation.

“The last reason your constitution is stuck at the Earth Grade is because of a vicious cycle effect. Because of the previous reasons listed, those of your constitution are stuck at the Earth Grade, but at the same time, your constitution has another massive limitation:

“It is impossible for you to mimic anything beyond yourself. Meaning, if someone used comprehension higher than yours to master a technique, you have no chance of imitating it. If someone has First Grade Meridians, you have no way of forming their body perfectly. So on, and so forth.

“Do you see the problem now?”

“Yes…” Pjisel fell into deep thought. “To make our constitution powerful, we need to imitate powerful things. But because of our innate weaknesses, we’re limited in what we can copy, which in turn keeps us stuck at the Earth Grade, which further leaves us perpetually unable to imitate powerful things…”

Having reached this conclusion, Pjisel’s body trembled once more, thinking back to Dyon’s actions.

Dyon began to laugh uproariously. “I want to see who could possibly stop you from imitating them now that you have reached the True Deity Grade and have 117 Meridians. With your innate comprehension abilities, you’ll be next to invincible within your cultivation realm!”

Pjisel gripped his fists tightly, etching Dyon’s kindness into his heart. He would never forget this day.

“Alright, now let’s begin with laying the foundation you’ll need. Our first lesson? Elementary School Biology.”

Dyon smiled a devious smile.

At first, Pjisel was excited beyond belief. But the more Dyon spoke, the more black lines appeared on his forehead.

What had he gotten himself into?