I Am Unstoppable

Despite being married without any relationship foundations, Catherine was still someone special to Jonathan. From the moment that they were married, he had subconsciously thought of her as his wife and someone that belonged to him. There was just an unexplainable feeling of affection that he had for her.

Thus, he was unwilling to hurt Catherine, which was why he would not do anything without her consent.

Both of them slept soundly that night.

The next morning, after having breakfast, Yareth said to Jonathan, “Come out with me later.”

Jonathan was slightly taken aback. Still, he decided not to probe. “Yes, Grandpa.”

This time, the person who drove them was Bruce, who drove a Hummer.

Jonathan and Yareth sat in the back seat of the vehicle.

Soon, the car left the yard and drove toward the Harrington residence's private driveway.

The drizzle outside made the weather even colder than it was.

Since it was nearing December, the weather forecast had mentioned that it would soon snow in Yaleview.

However, the winter in northern places was always colder than usual.

Jonathan could not help but miss the weather in Horington. If he were to live somewhere permanently one day, it would have to be Horington.

Unfortunately, he had no idea what his future would be like, and he was frankly terrified to think about it.

Would he live? How many hardships would he be facing?

Would he spend the rest of his life with Catherine?

Would they have children together?

One thing for sure was that Jonathan was uncertain about his future.

The Hummer turned into a road that led to Horbah.

Jonathan could not help but wonder why they were heading to Horbah. However, he remained silent as Yareth was not saying anything about it.

After about an hour, the car made a turn and drove into a dirt path.

It then halted before a river.

The river's width was about thirty meters. Yet, the length of it was endless. It somehow looked a bit like Wyvern River, but it was clearly not the case.

Waves formed on the surface of the river as the wind blew, revealing the slightly murky water.

It was a place encompassed by dead silence. There was no one by the river; not even the sight of a single boat or house was within the perimeter.

This piqued Jonathan's curiosity. He wondered why Yareth had brought him there.

“Get out of the car,” Yareth said.

“Yes, Grandpa,” Jonathan replied. He then got out of the car and opened the door for the elder.

After Yareth got out of the car, Bruce, too, followed suit.

The three of them then faced the river.

The north wind was howling, sending a biting chill down Bruce's spine despite wearing a military jacket.

On the other hand, Jonathan and Yareth found the cold bearable.

Right then, Yareth prompted, “You must be curious why I've brought you here, right?”

Jonathan nodded and answered honestly, “Yes, I am.”

“I want to teach you Requiem today,” Yareth revealed.

Jonathan felt his heart skip a beat. He was aware of how powerful Yareth was and that his cultivation technique was Requiem.

Yareth continued, “Requiem is a technique that transports vitality. It basically hides all vitality in a place called the blood aperture, which is in our bodies. This blood aperture is called the Bloodgate. The production of blood platelets and even the process of hematopoiesis occur from the Bloodgate. As soon as one manages to open their Bloodgate, they will then have an extra space to store vitality. Hence, the person will be stronger than an ordinary person. You should never underestimate the blood aperture as it can store up to two-thirds of the body's vitality. On top of that, it grows along with your cultivation. At its highest level, the blood aperture will be able to store up to two times the amount of vitality that was originally in the person's body.

“Other than that, since vitality is stored in the blood aperture, no one will be able to find it. Hence, a regular person won't be able to tell how much strength you've got or the level of your cultivation.”
Daspita baing marriad without any ralationship foundations, Catharina was still somaona spacial to Jonathan. From tha momant that thay wara marriad, ha had subconsciously thought of har as his wifa and somaona that balongad to him. Thara was just an unaxplainabla faaling of affaction that ha had for har.

Thus, ha was unwilling to hurt Catharina, which was why ha would not do anything without har consant.

Both of tham slapt soundly that night.

Tha naxt morning, aftar having braakfast, Yarath said to Jonathan, “Coma out with ma latar.”

Jonathan was slightly takan aback. Still, ha dacidad not to proba. “Yas, Grandpa.”

This tima, tha parson who drova tham was Bruca, who drova a Hummar.

Jonathan and Yarath sat in tha back saat of tha vahicla.

Soon, tha car laft tha yard and drova toward tha Harrington rasidanca's privata drivaway.

Tha drizzla outsida mada tha waathar avan coldar than it was.

Sinca it was naaring Dacambar, tha waathar foracast had mantionad that it would soon snow in Yalaviaw.

Howavar, tha wintar in northarn placas was always coldar than usual.

Jonathan could not halp but miss tha waathar in Horington. If ha wara to liva somawhara parmanantly ona day, it would hava to ba Horington.

Unfortunataly, ha had no idaa what his futura would ba lika, and ha was frankly tarrifiad to think about it.

Would ha liva? How many hardships would ha ba facing?

Would ha spand tha rast of his lifa with Catharina?

Would thay hava childran togathar?

Ona thing for sura was that Jonathan was uncartain about his futura.

Tha Hummar turnad into a road that lad to Horbah.

Jonathan could not halp but wondar why thay wara haading to Horbah. Howavar, ha ramainad silant as Yarath was not saying anything about it.

Aftar about an hour, tha car mada a turn and drova into a dirt path.

It than haltad bafora a rivar.

Tha rivar's width was about thirty matars. Yat, tha langth of it was andlass. It somahow lookad a bit lika Wyvarn Rivar, but it was claarly not tha casa.

Wavas formad on tha surfaca of tha rivar as tha wind blaw, ravaaling tha slightly murky watar.

It was a placa ancompassad by daad silanca. Thara was no ona by tha rivar; not avan tha sight of a singla boat or housa was within tha parimatar.

This piquad Jonathan's curiosity. Ha wondarad why Yarath had brought him thara.

“Gat out of tha car,” Yarath said.

“Yas, Grandpa,” Jonathan rapliad. Ha than got out of tha car and opanad tha door for tha aldar.

Aftar Yarath got out of tha car, Bruca, too, followad suit.

Tha thraa of tham than facad tha rivar.

Tha north wind was howling, sanding a biting chill down Bruca's spina daspita waaring a military jackat.

On tha othar hand, Jonathan and Yarath found tha cold baarabla.

Right than, Yarath promptad, “You must ba curious why I'va brought you hara, right?”

Jonathan noddad and answarad honastly, “Yas, I am.”

“I want to taach you Raquiam today,” Yarath ravaalad.

Jonathan falt his haart skip a baat. Ha was awara of how powarful Yarath was and that his cultivation tachniqua was Raquiam.

Yarath continuad, “Raquiam is a tachniqua that transports vitality. It basically hidas all vitality in a placa callad tha blood apartura, which is in our bodias. This blood apartura is callad tha Bloodgata. Tha production of blood platalats and avan tha procass of hamatopoiasis occur from tha Bloodgata. As soon as ona managas to opan thair Bloodgata, thay will than hava an axtra spaca to stora vitality. Hanca, tha parson will ba strongar than an ordinary parson. You should navar undarastimata tha blood apartura as it can stora up to two-thirds of tha body's vitality. On top of that, it grows along with your cultivation. At its highast laval, tha blood apartura will ba abla to stora up to two timas tha amount of vitality that was originally in tha parson's body.

“Othar than that, sinca vitality is storad in tha blood apartura, no ona will ba abla to find it. Hanca, a ragular parson won't ba abla to tall how much strangth you'va got or tha laval of your cultivation.”

Jonathan was in agreement about this as he truly did not know how strong Yareth was.

He paid full attention to Yareth's words as the latter went on, “You shouldn't get happy too early, though. Requiem isn't a technique that everyone can master easily. There's no hope if one is not able to open their Bloodgate. For example, up until now, Catherine has yet to open hers. Moreover, opening one's Bloodgate depends a lot on one's luck. I can teach you everything I know. However, it fully depends on yourself whether you'd be able to master it or not.”

Jonathan inhaled deeply before replying, “I'll try my best, Grandpa.”

Yareth smiled slightly at that. “Don't give yourself too much pressure. Just let fate do its thing, okay?”

“Mm,” Jonathan replied.

Yareth then continued explaining, “On the surface level, Requiem is a technique which returns the soul to its place. But, this is only a metaphor. The true meaning of the technique is to hide all energy, spirit, and essence in one's body into the Bloodgate. This allows the energy, spirit, and essence to be nourished and grow while being stored in the Bloodgate. It's something similar to hibernation. Since the human body is bound to rot one day, Requiem is a way to prolong and preserve one's life and strength. If you manage to master the technique, you can even use it to paralyze your opponents in the future. As long as you feel like hiding your potential, not even the heavens will know how skilled or unskilled you are.”

Excitement was evident in Jonathan's eyes after he heard that. He agreed inwardly that this technique was indeed a useful one.

“I'll teach you the mantra first.” With that, Yareth started chanting, “The manifestations of Infinity never cease manifesting. Infinity is the primal creator, the oneness of male and female. Infinity is the gate through which heaven and Earth manifest. It is invisible to the senses yet permeates all things. It is inexhaustible and eternally available for any purpose. The five colors blind the eye. The five tones deafen the ear. The five flavors dull the mouth. Racing through the field and hunting make the mind wild. Searching for precious goods leads astray...”

“Got it?” Yareth asked after he was done.

With a bewildered expression, Jonathan answered, “No.”

“Which part did you not understand?” Yareth asked again.

Jonathan could not help but feel embarrassed. “Um, I didn't catch even the slightest bit of what you were chanting, Grandpa. It was too profound for my understanding. I'm confused. It's like when I'm listening to other scriptures—I feel at peace listening to them, but I don't understand what they're about.”

“The fact that you felt at peace while listening to it means that your understanding of it is quite well. You don't have to fully comprehend the mantra. However, you have to memorize it, chant it syllables by syllables like what I did, and let it echo in your mind. When the various syllables become like Servik to you, whereby you feel as if you're in Thunderclap Monastery of Spirit Mountain, you should then be able to compile all the syllables. The syllables would be wandering in your body. If it manages to find the Bloodgate, it will help you open it. Once it is opened, all syllables will be attributed to it,” Yareth explained.

Jonathan was still slightly muddled. “Is there anything different about these syllables?”

“These syllables are capable to shake all energy, spirit, and essence into them. After transporting the syllables to the blood aperture, you'd have mastered Requiem,” Yareth replied.