In the height of summer, sunlight streamed through the trees, and time slipped by unnoticed amid the incessant chirring of cicadas. In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
The increasingly deserted athletic field held only Qin Shi. Bare-chested, he stood with sweat trickling along the contours of his muscles and soaking the loose legs of his pants.
Huff! Inhale!
His breathing was steady and long. The sharply defined muscles of his waist and abdomen rippled like water, rising and falling gently. His chest expanded and contracted, each breath so forceful it seemed to drive every bit of waste and impurity from his body. The sight was startling.
Sss, sss, sss!
Qin Shi's lips moved slightly, like a serpent flicking its tongue.
The surging Qi sensation, now grown into a bubbling stream, spun rapidly like a rotor motor, circulating again and again around his sturdy limbs and torso.
His blood flow gradually quickened, making an unusual rushing sound. Waves of heat poured from him, rising like wisps of white smoke.
Old Martial Arts Cultivation Method Level 5 (1/60)
"My cultivation method leveled up again."
Eyes closed, Qin Shi sensed the vigorous Life Force surging through his body.
It was as if a rushing river scoured his mortal frame, turning his body into a rough stone beneath a grinding wheel, slowly stripping away its hard outer shell and scraps to reveal the lustrous beauty within.
A faint prickling spread across him, like hundreds of needles stabbing his skin, but it did nothing to disturb his tranquil state of mind.
He relished the change, feeling like a master craftsman using his exquisite skill to sculpt his body toward perfection.
This tangible progress, built up bit by bit, was probably the greatest appeal of the Martial Artist's path.
"Old Liang told