True Qi flowed out from the dantian, passed through the various meridians, and descended from the acupoint in the Muddy Pellet Palace.
First it rubbed, then it ground, slowly wearing away at it.
He did not know how long it had been, but more than half of his True Qi had gradually been spent away. At last, the acupoint within the sinews and bones of his neck opened.
True Qi poured through like a breached dam, unobstructed from end to end.
Meng Yuan actually felt drained of strength, and the hunger in his belly was unbearable. It was even more exhausting than the powerful impact of opening the Lower Thirty-Three Heavens.
After catching his breath for a moment, he finally opened his eyes.
It was already evening beyond the doors and windows.
Meng Yuan remembered clearly that he had entered meditation at midnight. He had not expected opening this acupoint to take so long—longer even than when he had first opened the Muddy Pellet Palace.
"No wonder I'm so exhausted. It turns out I spent too much time on it. Looks like I'm quite suited to protracted battles, drawn-out battles, and bitter battles! Of course, I'm also as swift and fierce as wind and fire in a quick battle!"
Meng Yuan sighed with feeling. Then he caught the scent of stewed meat, and his hunger became unbearable. He rose and opened the door.
The house was lively that evening. Besides Old Man Jiang and Jiang Tang, Hu Qian was there as well.
"Brother." When Jiang Tang saw Meng Yuan emerge, she was delighted at first. Then her cheeks reddened, and she unexpectedly did not dare meet his eyes, utterly lacking her usual liveliness.
Jiang Tang had gone with Hu Qian to see Hu Qian's mother that day. She had never