Ice-type Cultivation Method

"Didn't you say before that you can read the books by using spiritual sense, Fiona? how come you're flipping the pages by hand, then?"

"The book looked interesting, daddy... Fiona wanted to see it by hand!"

I narrowed my eyes. "What part of the book seemed interesting? The title of 'dual cultivation,' hmm?"

She's such a young girl and already knows about these types of perverted things. What will happen when she grows up? Will she try experiencing the things that she read? No, I can't let that happen... there is no way I can let Fiona become a prostitute or some sort of crazy, dirty woman who talks about perverted obscenities!

"No, it's not what you think, daddy?" She cried out watching me glare at her, my eyes becoming needle-thin narrow slits.

"So you do know what I'm talking about."

"No, I mean, yes, cause, because I learned it from the royal teacher. All members of royalty are required to learn everything about cultivation at a young age."

This.. sounds like... she's trying to shift the blame.

Seeing as my anger didn't disappear and instead flared up, even more, Fiona continued carefully with a light cough. "Daddy, Fiona was curious about how... um, dual cultivation works with swords. Do they... do it... while they are on a flying sword?"

Fiona, curiosity is good, but not for these kinds of lewd things! While I haven't dated anyone before, I'm still familiar with the deed between a man and a woman, and that's something a seven-year-old girl should not be thinking about! Oh my gosh, what if one night I'm asleep and she sneaks out to watch some couple go at it in the middle of the night?

My cultivation is still weak... I can't even stop her...

"Listen, Fiona. You're way too young to know about these things. Don't think about them anymore." I said unwillingly as I clenched my fist, restricting my anger on the inside.

I couldn't stay mad at her, especially when she's on the verge of tears. It's breaking my heart! Either way, it's not her fault she was forced to learn about these things... I really need to give her mother a good beating, and a much-needed lesson on parenting.

She dropped her head and said with a soft voice. "Okay, daddy."

Snakjendasmf. My heartstrings tugged at her voice and the anger dissipated. She sounds so sad and heartbroken... I ran over and hugged her again, trying to coax her. "Did I scare you, Fiona? Sorry, daddy overreacted... don't be sad, it was my fault..."

"Sniff, its alright, daddy." She said as she rubbed her nose. She's so cute, how could I stay angry at her?

"Mhm. Daddy will shrug it off as a coincidence this time. But remember to stay away from those topics from now on, okay? Wait till you're older."

"Mhmm, okay."

"Good," I replied while hugging her warm body. So cozy, so comfortable... I can't get enough of this.

Fiona struggled to break free from the embrace. "Daddy, you're doing this again, let me go!"

I picked her up. "But you were being bad."

"Mhrmf, Fiona was, not now!"

"Are you sure, hm?"

"Yes, yes," Fiona said, and I sat her down again. I'll believe her this time. trust is the basic foundation in all good relationships.

I patted her head and watched as she closed her eyes, scanning and searching the books in the library through her mind for a suitable cultivation method. I guess it's time for me to do the same. This is my ticket to get stronger, and it must not be wasted, or delayed.

I turned my head to the shelf on the far left. The sign read: Elemental Cultivation Methods.

Hmm, so elements like fire, water, earth, wind I'm guessing. That seems interesting. There's also bloodline based cultivation methods, Ying and Yang style cultivation methods, and even dual cultivation, of course. Hell, I ain't touching that.

These bloodline based cultivation methods attract my eye the most. With my spiritual sense, a book appeared in my mind. "Basic Devil Arts (Incomplete)".

As I'd thought, there are different races here, in this world. It seems very similar to those novels that I read before. It also seems as if the races are quite well hidden. This is the top floor of the Library Pavillion, where only super-VIPs can access, and they still haven incomplete arts. Well, it's not like a devil would randomly appear, and walk into a building that's run by human cultivators. Human cultivators wouldn't cultivate the Devil Arts either, as cultivating methods and techniques that are meant for another race is suicide, literally. You'll die from a big explosion of unstable spiritual essence in your body. Sounds fun.

I'm guessing that this was picked up from either a treasure or part of an inheritance. Although this is useless to me, at least I understand the ability of the Pavillion - truly astounding, and also more background about this world. I hope we can borrow some history books too here, just to know more. They always know yourself, know the enemy. And on the journey of cultivation, when one is just starting out, weak and ignorant, the entire world is your enemy. I know that firsthand.

Next up, Yin/Yan cultivation methods and Buddhist sutras. I don't want to be a monk, and I don't plan to be one either. There's no way then I'm taking a sutra for my cultivation methods, but Buddhist techniques seem to be okay, as I do plan on body-refining. But that's for some other time.

'Nine Yang Revolving Fire Method, where one cultivates by circulating their inner Yang Fire. Heavily relies on one's constitution and talents. Drawbacks: one cannot masturbate or have sex, or else their inner Yang Fire would consume their body, literally.'

Huh, sacrificing one's dignity as a man for some cheat level cultivation boost. It looks like the cultivators are truly lustful, leaving this behind. Well, not normal cultivators. As it relies on one's talent on constitutions, I would expect that only the young masters and the groomed members of sects can have, and they are typically stereotyped as "horny for some jade beauty."

Well, these methods are not for me, especially dual cultivation. Ain't touching that, though as much as I want to relinquish my status as a virgin, I won't go around fucking random women. That by itself is disgusting, and reminds me of my mother.

She was the same, leaving behind me and my father for another man. Probably by climbing onto his bed, from what I've learned about society. The world is packed with gold-diggers and power-hungry individuals, who will lose their morality to achieve their goals.

Fiona's mother seems like one of those individuals. I mean, murdering your child's father in front of her eyes? How cruel and baseless can one get? Well, not in front of her eyes, but still, she's suspecting of it. Do you even know how much torment and suffering she's going through to see her parents commit mariticide? Thank god Fiona is a pure-hearted, innocent child. She doesn't seek revenge. I don't want her to be a cold-blooded killer without a care in the world, driven by the vengeance of matricide... because that's not how a child should live.

I've been through that, and it sucks. It sucks, terribly. You're alone, desperate, and cold. Terribly cold. You have positive feelings, only anger, and constant hate about the world that you can only vent through the blood.

And killing. You'll be jealous of others having what you don't have, paternal love. When I was thrown into a public school of delinquents, they ridiculed me for being an orphan. That was fine. That was okay. They were just a bunch of ignorant, privileged brats, But when I saw ungrateful treated with care and patience from their parents at the front of the school, I felt sick. I wanted to wipe their annoyance and their irritation from the face of the Earth. How much I dreamed and prayed to the world that I would someday receive the same tender treatment that they got.

It felt like the world was against me. Those ingrates aren't deserving of all that love! All of those feelings of anger, hate, jealousy eventually turned to a desire to kill. I've already faced the bloody side of the world from my time at the orphanage, but that girl from before stopped my thoughts.

Monster.

That's when I turned to the underworld, picking up a life of assassination. It was a way to vent, and it was wrong. I'm being selfish, just like the ones that ruined me. I'm no different from them, possibly worse, using human life as a trade-off for my feelings.

The sudden realization of that came with it a myriad of emotions and thoughts. I felt numb, I felt lost. I didn't know what to do anymore. There were times I'd thought about repenting my sins with my life.

I can imagine Fiona feeling worse, especially in a world like this one, where killing is inevitable. There's no therapy. There are no kind souls out there, who would be willing to give her a hand. She'll be forced to become a killing machine, devoid of positivity, and cheerful times. Stuck in a dark wasteland, with no way out to repent. Only there to suffer in the mind, and go crazy.

No. I won't let her. I won't let her go through what I have experienced.

That's right. I looked at the elemental type cultivation methods and scanned for... Ice. Ice-type cultivation methods.

Fiona's weird reaction after using ice-type techniques worries me. A lot. She reminds me too much of my past self with that cold and detached feeling that she gives off. I want her to be a joyful and bright little girl, breezy like the summer wind. Not a cold and aloof ice princess. Coupled with the past trauma of killing, her icy demeanor will seriously disconnect her from the rest of the world.

While it is against her wishes to become stronger, I truly hope she does not get over the trauma of killing.

That's why I'm taking up this ice-type cultivation method, as a precaution. I can try to understand what she's expecting and try to find ways to neutralize the drawbacks, so if she does get over the trauma, dealing with her frosty personality will be easier.

I will become a cold-hearted killer for her.

"Daddy, did you find anything good? All of these methods don't suit you." Fiona asked, which made me break into a wide smile.

"Daddy wants an ice-type cultivation method."