Every Movement Is a Punch, Every Breath Is Cultivation

The next morning, the sun had yet to break free from the horizon's grip, and the sky was still a dim gray, with tiny snowflakes slowly falling, blanketing the Martial Academy's bluestone ground in a thin layer of frost.

Wang Yue, however, had already left early, precisely to avoid others. He wore the new training clothes Xu Li had retrieved the previous night. They were two sizes larger than his previous ones, finally managing to cover his over-six-foot frame, though the sleeves and pant legs were still a bit short. Still, they were sufficient for daily use.

He strode lightly across the training grounds, heading straight for the Martial Academy's mess hall. After his root bone talent had been modified by [Talent], his body's demand for energy had surged. By the time he had recovered his Qi and Blood last night, his stomach was already empty.

Pushing open the mess hall doors, a wave of heat mixed with the aroma of meat washed over him. On the long wooden counter, over a dozen trays were neatly arranged. The trays held large chunks of braised beef, its color a deep red, still steaming slightly.

Whole roasted chickens, their skin golden and crispy, with oil dripping down the sides.

And stir-fries, where the green vegetables were almost invisible.

Wang Yue swallowed, his pace quickening as he reached the counter. He picked up a pair of chopsticks and a bowl, first scooping a large bowl of braised beef for himself.

The moment the beef hit his mouth, the juices exploded, and the meat was springy and firm, not dry in the slightest. The extreme freshness brought a savory flavor he had never experienced in his previous life; the Martial Academy's ingredients were all used fresh daily.

Yet, with the first bite, his hunger wasn't sated; instead, it was fully awakened. Wang Yue felt as if his stomach were a bottomless pit. This portion of beef wasn't even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth.

He promptly put down his chopsticks and directly lifted the entire tray of braised beef from the counter, placing it on his own table. The tray was nearly half a meter wide, and the beef piled on it resembled a small mountain.

The chefs in the back kitchen, watching through the window, instinctively paused their work. However, no one dared to speak up or stop him. The Martial Academy's rules only stipulated ensuring the food supply for every disciple; they didn't regulate how much a disciple ate or how they ate it.

Wang Yue paid no mind to the stares, grabbing large chunks of beef and stuffing them into his mouth. His teeth chewed at an incredible speed, barely mashing the meat before swallowing it.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the braised beef on the tray was completely cleared. He even used steamed buns to sop up the sauce at the bottom of the tray.

He then reached for the tray of roasted chickens next to it, picked up a whole chicken, and took a massive bite. The crispy skin mingled with the tender meat, filling his mouth with flavor.

"I think I saw someone in my previous life perform 'a pig in three bites.' Now look at me, I'm actually doing 'a roasted chicken in three bites.'" Wang Yue had a strange thought flash through his mind, but his hands didn't stop. He even chewed and swallowed the small chicken bones, which for him were no different from eating meat.

Even after consuming several whole roasted chickens and a tray full of beef, his abdomen remained flat, barely bulging. It was as if the food he ate had instantly transformed into energy, silently integrating into his body.

Unbeknownst to himself, during his rapid eating, his breathing rhythm had subtly changed. Each swallow was accompanied by a long inhalation.

Each chew corresponded to a short exhalation. In this cycle of inhale and exhale, he was perfectly aligning with the Harmonious Flow Fist's breathing technique, even faintly capturing the rhythm of a perfected breathing method.

If Wang Shuo were present, he would undoubtedly be greatly shocked to witness this scene. Wang Yue's current state was the extremely difficult "Every movement is a punch, every breath is cultivation" in martial arts. Even the act of eating was unconsciously circulating the breathing technique, signifying that his comprehension of martial arts far surpassed that of disciples at the same level.

After consecutively clearing three trays of meat, Wang Yue finally felt about seventy percent full. The ravenous hunger began to subside.

Seventy percent full was just right for washing it down with rice porridge.

He put down the last chicken carcass he had gnawed clean and walked over to the porridge bucket. He picked up a large bowl and scooped a full bowl of millet porridge.

One bowl, two bowls, three bowls... After drinking the fifth bowl of porridge, Wang Yue finally put down the bowl, wiping his mouth with satisfaction and letting out a burp. "I've never eaten so heartily before!"

He glanced up at the small window in the corner of the mess hall where the Blood Nourishing Soup was being dispensed.

"It's a shame I can only drink the Blood Nourishing Soup the day after tomorrow," Wang Yue clicked his tongue with a hint of regret. He turned to leave the mess hall. He planned to return to his room to continue recovering his Qi and Blood, aiming to extract the [Talent] as soon as possible.

As for lunch, after some thought, he decided to have Xu Li help him bring some. Although, given his current appetite, what Xu Li brought would definitely not be enough to fill him up, it was still better than starving himself while cultivating.

Wang Yue pushed open his room door and, upon re-entering, felt a warm fluctuation in his abdomen. The large amount of meat he had consumed during the day was no longer a source of fullness but had transformed into latent energy, flowing like a gentle stream through his meridians, awaiting his absorption and refinement.

He sat cross-legged on the edge of his bed, his fingertips lightly pressing on his lower abdomen, calculating in his mind: the amount of meat he had eaten in this one meal was equivalent to what an ordinary disciple would consume in three days. Although the energy converted wasn't as pure as the Blood Nourishing Soup, its sheer volume made up for it. Calculated, it was roughly equivalent to the nourishing effect an ordinary disciple would gain from a bowl of Blood Nourishing Soup.

"This is just a tiny fraction of the massive change brought about by my root bone," Wang Yue's lips curved slightly. Wasting no more time, he immediately assumed the starting stance for Harmonious Flow Fist and began cultivating in his room.

He first circulated the Harmonious Flow Fist's breathing technique. The sound of his long inhales echoed in the quiet room. With each inhale, he could draw the energy in his abdomen, guiding it along his meridians to converge with his Qi and Blood. With each exhale, he could compress and refine the energy, integrating it into his seven streams of Qi and Blood.

As the breathing technique circulated, his fist stances also gradually unfolded. He didn't deliberately pursue speed or power, but instead paid special attention to the connection between his moves and the coordination of his Qi and Blood. After his root bone talent had been modified by [Talent], his comprehension of fist techniques had greatly improved. Details that previously required repeated contemplation could now be mastered with just a little practice.

After completing a round of Harmonious Flow Fist, Wang Yue didn't pause. He switched to the first form of the Blood Dragon Secret Method, beginning to regulate his Qi and Blood.

After the day's consumption and cultivation, more than half of his Qi and Blood had been restored, and the newly condensed seventh stream of Qi and Blood had also stabilized considerably. When circulating the Blood Dragon Secret Method, the flow of Qi and Blood was nearly twice as fast as before, and the refining effect of the secret method on his Qi and Blood became even more apparent.

From dawn until dusk, the sound of fist winds in the room never ceased. It wasn't until the sky outside had completely darkened that Wang Yue finally stopped, exhaling a long breath of stale air.

He wiped the light sweat from his forehead, feeling the abundant Qi and Blood within him, and nodded with satisfaction. After a day of cultivation, not only had his Qi and Blood fully recovered, but the seventh stream of Qi and Blood had also strengthened considerably, bringing him one step closer to the eight streams of Qi and Blood required for the Blood Condensation Realm.

However, the moment he stopped cultivating, hunger struck again. The high consumption brought about by [Talent] far exceeded his expectations.

Wang Yue chuckled helplessly, put on his jacket, and once again ventured out under the cover of night, heading straight for the mess hall. Fortunately, the Martial Academy's mess hall, to facilitate disciples' energy replenishment during night cultivation, kept some cooked food available for them to take at any time.

This time, he swept through two more trays of meat and several large bowls of rice before he finally managed to suppress his hunger and returned to his room.

In the dead of night, when all was silent, Wang Yue lay on his bed but did not fall asleep. Instead, he maintained the circulation of his breathing technique.

In the dimly lit room, his chest could be clearly seen rising and falling with his breaths.

As he inhaled, his body would slightly expand, as if drawing in the surrounding spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As he exhaled, his body would slowly contract, expelling the turbid air from within. The entire process was natural and smooth, possessing a peculiar rhythm.

Today, he had deliberately controlled the intensity of his cultivation, not overexerting his body. His internal Qi and Blood remained in a state of smooth fullness.

The Qi and Blood Wang Yue refined today were not used for cultivating the Blood Dragon Secret Method but were instead fed into the panel.

Each stream of Qi and Blood reduced the cooldown by three days. Today, three streams were invested, leaving twenty days remaining!

Feeling the smooth and full Qi and Blood within his body, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up slightly. "It seems that after practicing martial arts until now, I'm finally starting to see some results."

Now, the energy he refined daily not only supported his cultivation but also significantly shortened the cooldown time for extracting his Martial Soul.

"I'm really looking forward to the day when all my talents are extracted.

What level will I reach then?"