"Power rose from the ground. Sink the shoulders and drop the elbows, relax the waist and lower the hips, brace the shoulders and spread the elbows, round the crotch and wrap the knees..."
In the open space of the courtyard, Zhong Lin assumed the stance of the Crimson Sun Stance Skill. Beneath the blazing sun, it was as though flames wrapped around him, his entire body filled with a scorching heat.
"Power issued from the ground, its root lay in the feet, its command rested in the waist and hips, it passed through the shoulders and arms, and took form at the wrists and fingers."
Zhong Lin silently recited the force-generation techniques of the Crimson Sun Stance Skill, adjusting his posture bit by bit.
By now, Zhong Lin had stood in the courtyard for a full two hours. The Blood Condensation Skill differed from the active exercise of the Iron Mountain Skill. It looked simple, yet getting started was extremely difficult. The slightest mistake would not only prevent one from sensing vital energy and blood, but would leave the body even more exhausted and weary.
Though he had not moved at all, Zhong Lin was already drenched in sweat, every muscle aching.
"Shi Tou, what's Brother Lin doing?"
"Practicing martial arts."
"How come he isn't moving when he practices? Is he just going to stand there?"
"I don't know either. Second Brother said he's practicing martial arts."
"Can we practice too?"
"No. Second Brother said we're still too young, and our bones haven't finished growing yet. We have to wait a few more years, or we won't grow tall."
Xiu Ge'er and Little Shi lay sprawled before the window, watching Zhong Lin in the courtyard and whispering to each other.
Smack! Smack!
Just as the two were about to say