At Nanhuang Dojo, in the open space in the front courtyard, Qin Shi had brought over a long bench. He drank Energy Liquid while instructing Zhou Ning, who was practicing Standing Post.
"Keep your stance steady, Xiao Zhou. You can't even plant your feet firmly. How are you supposed to fight in the ring? One attack to your legs, and down you go!"
Zhou Ning was drenched in sweat. His thigh muscles trembled and quivered, as limp as two noodles.
He was practicing Nanhuang Dojo's Furnace Stance. It guided Life Force from the bottom up through three stages of breathing to the chest, then pumped it through every part of the body with each heartbeat.
Whenever his breathing slackened and failed to merge with the vibrations of his flesh, Qin Shi would remind him.
"Tighten your core, relax your torso. Imagine your breath is water, drawing energy from the outside world into your body..."
The subtle changes inside Zhou Ning's body couldn't escape Qin Shi's "keen eye."
Beneath the coverage of his Life Magnetic Field, no fluctuation could go unnoticed.
After about fifteen minutes, sweat the size of beans dripped from Zhou Ning's forehead. The stream of Life Force he had tightly gathered into one finally became impossible to maintain, abruptly drying up and dispersing.
"This is too hard!"
Zhou Ning plopped down on the ground, not caring in the slightest about his appearance.
He was soaked through, as if he'd just climbed out of a river.
"Every time I do this Furnace Stance, I feel like I'm half dead. Old Qin, Senior Brother Ren said you can hold it for days without stopping?"
Qin Shi nodded. For him, the Furnace Stance was like elementary-school addition and subtraction: utterly effortless.
"You monster! I wish I could be a genius for