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Because there were classes the next day, everyone didn’t stay up too late. By nine o'clock, they happily returned to the dormitory and agreed to gather more often in the future.
The next morning, just as dawn broke, Ye Mingshang arrived at the rooftop. With the weak sunlight, he saw a figure already on the terrace. The person was dressed in a white martial arts uniform, tall and slender, diligently performing various martial arts moves accompanied by grunts. Although it didn’t look particularly impressive and lacked the flair of a choreographed routine, it was simple and practical. Each move was executed with great care, effectively training every muscle in the body, allowing for smooth execution of each action.
“Ha!” After finishing a set of punches, he closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. Then he opened his eyes and cupped his hands in respect, saying, “Master!”
Ye Mingshang nodded. “Have you been here long?”
Zhi Mu nodded. “I arrived here at four this morning.”
Ye Mingshang acknowledged Zhi Mu's effort with a nod but still advised, “In the future, you can come over at five. It’s best to arrive twenty minutes before sunrise. While diligence is good, it’s important to use your energy at the right times; otherwise, overexertion can lead to injury.”
Zhi Mu nodded respectfully. “Yes, Master!”
One of Zhi Mu's strengths was that he listened to all beneficial advice. He was diligent, but excessive diligence could be detrimental, even exhausting his physical potential. While it might not be noticeable when young, it would lead to numerous health issues in old age. It was similar to how few Muay Thai athletes live long lives; their training systems excessively push their bodies' limits without adequate recovery, allowing them to dominate in youth but suffering from pain that makes it difficult to continue fighting by their forties.
Ye Mingshang checked Zhi Mu's body and found that his exhaustion wasn’t severe; with proper care, he could recover well. It seemed his family provided him with good nutrition.
Ye Mingshang clasped his hands behind his back and said, “There’s a saying in the martial arts community: ‘If you practice punches without building your foundation, you’ll end up empty-handed in old age.’ So I won’t teach you punches first; instead, I will help you build a solid foundation for your body.”
Zhi Mu frowned; he believed his body was already well-trained. Every muscle was filled with strength; he could even do pull-ups with just one finger. Wasn’t that enough?
Ye Mingshang noticed his confusion and explained, "Your physical condition is quite good; it's the best I've seen among ordinary people. However, you don't realize that it is already battered. If you can't properly recover from your internal injuries, in ten years, you will reach your peak state, but it won't last more than twenty years. Your physical condition may even be worse than it is now, and you will continue to weaken afterward."
Zhi Mu said, "But I'm only 20 years old. Even if aging causes a decline in my body, I shouldn't regress that much by the time I'm 40, right?"
Ye Mingshang shook his head and said, "You can't feel it now because you're young and because you've been taking many supplements to nourish your body. Otherwise, I would doubt whether you could live past 50."
"I'm not asking you to simply exhaust your body's potential; I'm teaching you how to better control your own power." As he spoke, Ye Mingshang extended a finger and gently pressed it against the concrete ground. Then, to Zhi Mu's horror, that finger easily pierced through the concrete as if it were tofu, far simpler than using a power drill.
"This is what I want to teach you: absolute control over your existing power. The force I used with that finger was at most similar to yours, yet I could easily penetrate the concrete while you could only break bricks at best," Ye Mingshang said, shaking his finger, which was unscathed except for some dust.
"Impossible!" Even someone as composed as Zhi Mu lost his composure slightly. He quickly approached to closely examine Ye Mingshang's finger and the small hole it made. Ultimately, he had to admit the terrifying nature of Ye Mingshang's abilities. However, he still found it hard to believe that mastering power could lead to such feats. He considered himself good at controlling his own strength; with full effort, he could break bricks with a single finger, but doing so as easily as cutting tofu seemed impossible.
"Did you really use about the same amount of force as me?" Zhi Mu asked uncertainly.
Ye Mingshang nodded. "That's right; this is just a conservative estimate. With your physical condition, you could do even better. I'm merely making a calculation."
Zhi Mu's expression grew serious. Regardless of how credible Ye Mingshang's words were or whether he lied about the amount of force used, the fact that he could easily pierce through concrete was undeniable. At least he could confirm that this man was strong—very strong...
Ye Mingshang said solemnly, "Alright, what I'm going to teach you now is how to nourish your body, eliminate hidden ailments, and better control your own power. Now sit cross-legged."
Zhi Mu nodded and then sat down cross-legged, placing his hands naturally on his knees.
"Now close your eyes and imagine invisible air currents entering your body through your pores. Slow down your breathing rhythm and visualize breathing through all the pores in your body to maintain the oxygen needed for your body."
Zhi Mu listened to his breathing, which had slowed down significantly. While normal breathing would take about three seconds, his current pace was roughly twenty seconds. At first, it was manageable, but as time passed and oxygen became scarce, he felt increasingly suffocated.
Ye Mingshang's voice echoed in his ear, "Hold on, push yourself to your limits. You have been training your physical body relentlessly but have neglected the fundamentals of your being. In our country, there is an ancient saying: 'Cultivate Inner Qi, External Training of Muscles and Skin.' Although you have nearly perfected your physical form, you are completely ignorant of the cultivation of inner energy."
"External skills give you the strength to defeat your enemies, while internal skills nourish your body. Both are essential; you must cultivate your inner energy now and follow the method I taught you to open your body's meridians and heal any hidden injuries..."
Ye Mingshang shared with Zhi Mu a valuable method for cultivating internal energy, a secret typically reserved for major sects and many of which have been lost over time. What Ye Mingshang revealed was a Qi Refinement Method from a once-glorious sect that thrived hundreds of years ago. The demon race has thrived for thousands of years, so such knowledge still exists in abundance.
(To be continued.)
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