Once the group had more or less washed up, they immediately set off back toward the Dan Chi Clan's settlement.
Though the journey was not particularly long, it still took two days. They did not simply rush along without pause.
Along the way, the Dan Chi warriors also had to hunt and carry their prey, treating it as the spoils of this outing.
Meng Zhao observed that the Dan Chi warriors' daily training methods were also quite strange and marvelous. They did not breathe and circulate their breath like ordinary martial artists, cultivate internal energy, or temper their qi and blood to strengthen their bodies.
Instead, they trained purely through a series of bizarre yet wondrous postures.
These postures were not actually all that mysterious. Meng Zhao only watched them a few times before seeing through them completely. There were thirty-six movements in all, and when performed in sequence, they seemed not too different from the calisthenics broadcasts he had done in his previous life.
Yet their effects were indeed formidable. Meng Zhao's mind was keen and his senses extraordinary; he could clearly perceive the difference.
After these Dan Chi warriors consumed mountain game and herbs, filling their bodies with vital essence, practicing these movements could greatly make use of the essence packed into their limbs and bones, strengthening their flesh and blood and qi.
These movements also required two matching techniques. One was likely a visualization method, while the other was a method for exerting force. This force was not internal energy, but a kind of strength generated from the physical body.
Of course, though this martial art took an unorthodox path, that was all there was to it. It was not particularly formidable. Meng Zhao was merely somewhat interested, studying it to broaden his martial knowledge.
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