The lively wedding banquet lasted a long time, yet few of the Golden Cauldron Sect's higher-ups showed themselves. Zhào Yù was left to keep the disciples in line until evening.
Duàn Yì returned to the large house halfway up the mountain. Not seeing Bái Xī Wén, he paid it no mind. He lay flat on the bed, gathered his spiritual awareness into the Longevity Lock at his neck, and entered the Tower of Hidden Martial Arts to study the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm he had acquired that day.
This palm technique was an internal martial art, complete with its own method for cultivating Internal Energy. The True Qi it produced was yin and supple, vicious and poisonous, yet endlessly unceasing. Only by combining it with this unique True Qi could one bring out the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm's greatest power.
But Duàn Yì had already cultivated the superior internal art of Ice True Qi, so he had a few more misgivings about practicing the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm.
He decided to test it first inside the Tower of Hidden Martial Arts, to see whether there was any danger and whether he could freely control the two streams of Internal Energy coexisting within his body. Only then would it be safe to cultivate it in reality.
Within the Tower of Hidden Martial Arts, Duàn Yì's enhanced comprehension was raised to its peak. The roughly thousand-character mental formula of the Bone-Melting Cotton Palm was certainly not simple in his eyes, but neither was it difficult. In a short time, he had already gained some understanding.
With a shift of thought, he followed the qi-cultivation method recorded in the formula. In mere moments, a thread of fine, supple, yin True Qi had formed within the Jiquan acupoint.
It circulated along the Hand Lesser Yin Heart Meridian,