This is when he wishes that his plant instincts would still help him. He feels stranded in a storm. Time continues to march on. A week pa.s.ses as his second bud slowly opens to the world. John is on the brink of a breakdown as his consciousness wanes. With his two leaves now open the sun energy begins to surge into him, like a flood from a burst dam.

In order to deal with the increasing energy, he quickly begins to grow more roots. The roots slowly expand in width and length bringing in more earth energy. Which he then transfers to grow his stem. He is growing taller and thicker becoming the width of a finger and is now two inches tall. This all takes about a month. It is slow going and exhausting pushing John to his limit.

However, as John experiments with his growth. He finds that his roots crave sun energy absorbing it quicker than his earth energy. While the opposite is true for his stem and leaves. So he begins circulating both energies. This leads him to discover that both energy types have their own paths. It was much like the meridians pathways used in human cultivation.

Bab.u.mp. He shudders from an internal shock. "What was that?" John asks himself. He is terrified that his energy may be going out of control again. He quickly searches his internals to find the issue. He can feel a light thrumming from his center, where his roots and stem connect. John"s senses do a quick sweep of the area. He doesn"t find anything out of the ordinary at first. However, on a closer inspection, he discerns a small yellow ball. "This is?" he wonders, while mentally swallowing deeply. He can"t believe it. "It"s a core!" He celebrates. Shock is the only way to describe John"s current state. If he had a jaw, it"d be on the floor.

He had given up yet somehow, he managed to form a core. It is so small that even, he hadn"t noticed it. "Is this what it means to be able to cultivate, but having zero talent?" He wonders to himself. The core is so insignificant, that John can"t even imagine how many eons, he would need to cultivate to reach transcendence. Transcendence is when a plant is able to gain a human form. This is the goal of all nonhuman cultivators.

"I haven"t even reached Seed Coalescing stage, which would normally be achieved just by having a core." John thinks, not knowing whether he should laugh or cry. "I didn"t expect plant life to be so shocking!" He exclaims internally. He feels like he is on a raft, in the rapids of a river, with no idea what lies ahead.

"In any case, my energy circulation technique seems to be stimulating my core. So I should be on the correct path." John reasons. With this new miracle, he can now cultivate and increase his strength. New plants are also slowly growing around John. He no longer needs to worry about these compet.i.tors. He is now well established and won"t be easily bullied.

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In a different location, Elanor is recovering from her wounds. She had suffered the injuries a month ago. She is a well proportioned young lady, with curves where it counts. "It is unbecoming for this beauty to have scars," Elanor complains to herself. She takes great care with the healing process, making sure her wounds all close properly. Who would have thought that as she was fighting her enemy, there would be a huge explosion! She is from the small Sunny Spring sect. As a core disciple she is fairly strong. So everyone was surprised when she limped home.

When she told the sect master what happened. There were many who thought that a treasure had appeared, on the small hill in the Roving Plains. They scrounged the whole area but found nothing of significance, much to their chagrin. After a week they had given up returning empty-handed. "There must be something there! Whoever heard of an explosion caused by nothing," Elanor shouts at her ceiling. Determined she clenches her fist swearing in her heart that, she will discover what had happened that day.

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John, of course, has no idea he had offended this young lady. He continues his growth over the next few months. He now has five leaves. His roots have become as thick as fingers. His core, however, has barely grown at all to his great frustration. A plant with a core has an extremely long life in comparison to a human cultivator. Now, as long as nothing happens, he can just live through the centuries without worry.

As for what type of plant he is? "I"m probably a bush," He decides after a lot of contemplation. Based on the way he grew that should be the case. Having seen many plants grow during his life as a gardener, he knew the basics pretty well. He won"t know any more specifics until he grows a bit larger.

He stood about a foot tall now and is preparing to start growing branches. He probably should have done this earlier. But he wasn"t sure until recently that, he is a bush. In the future, these branches will be like his arms. So the foundation has to be perfect. This involves making the area denser and acc.u.mulating energy, for the initial creation.

Becoming denser is not an easy task. He needs to grow that area, without expanding. It feels like doing crunches, where his stomach would feel like it was being crushed. With the pa.s.sing of another month, he can clearly feel that it is summer. Sunbeams fell down on John without restraint. "On this day, I grow my first branch," he thinks congratulating himself. With glee, he feels the energy he"d gathered, flow out and a small nub soon appears. "I"m a true bush now," John celebrates. If he had a mouth, he"d be smiling from ear to ear. Though few would agree with John if they saw this sad looking plant. He felt very fulfilled for the first time in this life.