Cultivation

In Jinyang City, within a grand residence east of the Purple Bamboo Garden, Xiang Yang sat on the wooden floor of a brightly lit room with his eyes shut, legs crossed, and hands formed into an esoteric Buddhist seal. He regulated his breathing and circulated his qi as he practiced.

At this moment, Xiang Yang wore only a pair of underpants, his skin exposed to the air. A current of airflow like a swimming fish coursed beneath his skin, occasionally sparking with flashes of electricity and fire before vanishing in an instant, so quickly that one could almost think it had been an illusion.

With every breath, it was as though he inhaled and exhaled gold and iron. Its sharp edge pierced the air, while the strength of his organs was unimaginably powerful. More importantly, after a month of cultivation and recuperation, his originally tall, lean body had become much sturdier.

Muscles rose in layers. Though not exaggerated, they resembled slabs of iron piled across his body, brimming with sleek, flowing beauty.

"Whew, it's finally done. The foundation has been laid. The next step is to perfect my true qi, open the Niwan Palace, and draw qi into my body. I can even accelerate the process, using my primordial spirit to guide myself through the barrier."

Xiang Yang abruptly opened his eyes. The bright room seemed to be shrouded in a layer of darkness, and only when the sharpness in his gaze gradually softened did that strange phenomenon disperse.

That day at Fireworks Pavilion, after Liang Dongzhu mourned the two members of the Li family and soothed Jiang Sihong and the others, he had also recruited Xiang Yang, speaking with utmost sincerity and offering generous terms.

Xiang Yang agreed after only a brief consideration. There were many reasons, but the