"The sun still rises. It doesn't matter who leaves." Li Mu Yang said this to himself.
Li Mu Yang still rose early as usual. With something weighing on his mind, he woke even earlier than before.
Perhaps because he had slept too much in the past, Li Mu Yang now needed less and less sleep, yet his energy grew more and more abundant. He was no longer as groggy and lifeless as before, even after sleeping a full five hours.
After getting out of bed, Li Mu Yang began practicing according to the first stage of the "Body-Breaking Technique" he had organized.
Without a renowned master to guide him, he could only think and recall things on his own, then fuse the two together—Li Mu Yang did not even know whether the conclusions he had drawn were correct.
Therefore, he remained extremely cautious, still following the movements the yellow-robed Daoist had taught Li Sinian before leaving.
"Walking" was the first step, as well as the foundation of the "Body-Breaking Technique." Walk through the hard bones, walk through the meridians, walk along the qi sea, and finally complete it in one breath—a single punch breaking the body.
Of course, this walking was not random or blind. It had to be performed in an orderly manner according to the methods and secrets of the "Body-Breaking Technique."
Mental state, breathing, spirit, and incantations—none could be missing.
Whenever he thought of Li Sinian walking around in a daze, bumping into table corners or kicking door panels several times, looking as though she had yet to wake from a great dream, Li Mu Yang felt deeply aggrieved on behalf of this thousand-year-old art. It was truly being squandered.
Even so, Li Sinian had managed to practice "Breaking Fist" through constant effort. This gave Li Mu