Nezha's talent far surpassed Taiyi's expectations.
After Taiyi taught him the incantation for Qi Induction into the Body, he took him through it in practice as well.
Circulate the qi through the heavenly cycle, focus the mind on the dantian...
Before he had even begun teaching the practical part, Nezha sat cross-legged on the cushion, eyes closed, his small chest rising and falling.
Taiyi was still explaining the second line when a wisp of white smoke rose from above his head.
Master, where did you say the heavenly cycle went?
Taiyi pounced over and pressed both hands against his back to examine his meridians. He found a clear stream of spiritual qi already moving steadily through them, having completed half a circuit. How was this the work of a beginner who had not even memorized the full incantation?
"Good lad, what a good lad! With talent like yours, even the founding patriarch would chase after you to feed you!"
With Nezha's talent, three days were worth more than three years of another person's effort.
That was no exaggeration. There truly were people in this world blessed with such peerless talent.
A few days later.
Nezha could already recite the Breath-Assimilation Method Taiyi had taught him backward and forward. Along the way, he had also absorbed two deeper techniques Taiyi had accidentally let slip.
By the time Taiyi noticed, Nezha was outside the cave using his palm to conjure a handful of ice shards, freezing a passing beetle inside them.
You wicked disciple!
Taiyi rushed out of the cave.
That was something I planned to teach you next year!
You recited it.
Nezha turned around, his face innocent.
You recited it while snoring last night.
Taiyi stood frozen. He had dreamed of giving a lecture the night before, and his mouth