An incense stick's worth of time slowly passed.
The brief spell of regulating his breathing produced immediate results.
His weary, aching body, once heavy and drained, recovered completely.
Blood and qi surged through him anew, brimming with vitality. His meridians were clear and comfortable, his true qi full and smooth, and his essence, qi, and spirit rose steadily. Once more, he had the vigor of a dragon and tiger, radiant and spirited, his condition restored to its peak.
With his rest complete, Yang Jing abruptly opened his eyes. A brilliant glint flashed through them, clear and sharp, his fighting spirit fierce.
He had already made his decision. His condition was excellent today, the medicinal power abundant. Time, place, and every favorable circumstance had aligned!
He would delay no longer. Today, he would press forward in one sustained push, ride his momentum through the final obstacle, and cultivate the Mountain-Splitting Seal to true qi peak, fully accomplishing his first cultivation goal since entering Pingtian Academy!
His resolve set, Yang Jing reached into his Storage Bag again and took out the lustrous white, rounded Marrow Tempering Pills. He tipped two into his palm, tilted his head back, and calmly swallowed them.
The pills dissolved upon entering his mouth. Their rich, warm medicinal power instantly spread, transforming into two vast torrents of pure energy that thundered into his Dantian and meridians. They circulated rapidly, laying an ample foundation of strength for the cultivation ahead.
With his preparations complete, Yang Jing moved back to the center of the Training Room. He lowered his waist into a horse stance, rooted his legs, straightened his spine, and cleared his mind.
The next instant, he began cultivating!
The Mountain-Splitting Seal fist technique began anew, its fierce, domineering momentum instantly unfolding!
Whoosh, whoosh-!
Sharp fist wind suddenly burst