Learning Instantly, Mastering Quickly

"Back then, Hunyuan Ancestor passed down his teachings to three friends. Each of his three disciples founded their own sect, thus giving rise to the Violet Sun, Bright Moon, and Celestial Star sects.

Our Celestial Star Sect's founder, Tianhe Zhenren, pushed forth the old and brought forth the new. By observing the celestial phenomena, he created the Celestial Star lineage of 'Xing Hai Hua Tian Luo, Qiankun Yi Zhang Zhong.' This 'Dripping Water Force' is the very foundation of the Celestial Star lineage."

As he spoke of his sect's legacy, Ouyang Zheng's expression turned solemn, his face filled with pride.

"Disciple Wu-bing, although you practice the family heirloom 'Six Yang Divine Needles' and specialize in healing, your physique is not sturdy and your foundation is weak. However, at least your vital energy is abundant, far stronger than that of ordinary youths. You've barely reached the threshold for practicing 'Dripping Water Force.' Listen carefully..."

Ouyang Zheng paused here, seeing Lu Wu-bing standing respectfully, listening attentively. While he felt somewhat satisfied, he also sighed faintly.

This newly accepted disciple, whom he had taken on somewhat reluctantly, pleased him greatly in both his mindset and his attitude toward learning, like a piece of fine jade.

It was a pity, however, that the boy was already sixteen. His bones and muscles had set, and his meridians were blocked...

He hadn't laid his foundation during the best possible time. Now, even if he entered the Celestial Star Sect, his future cultivation would inevitably be limited.

One could only say that eight or nine out of ten things in life do not go as one wishes.

However, thinking that accepting this disciple was ultimately just a transaction, he felt a little more at ease.

Whether the boy could achieve greatness was not important.

What was important was to prevent him from going astray...

What if he couldn't find a master and, in a moment of despair, secretly practiced that heart-wrenching 'Primal Spirit Swordplay,' that would be terrible.

'Yes, I just want to save a fundamentally kind and simple young man. Whether he can achieve anything is not important.'

"This technique first involves cultivating the Hand Shaoyin Heart Meridian. Focus your intent on the Shao Chong Acupoint, open the divine treasury, and unblock the meridians... Breathe out more than you breathe in, like floating clouds and rising waves, continuous and seemingly present, without interruption. Thus, the stars shift and the moon hides, cycling endlessly." Ouyang Zheng began to meticulously explain the breathing method of 'Dripping Water Force.'

Lu Wu-bing listened, completely bewildered, having no idea what he was talking about.

Master, are you sure you're teaching me a cultivation technique and not reciting poetry?

Ouyang Lan, watching from the side, chuckled softly and couldn't help but interject, "The breathing method Father mentioned is nine shallow breaths and one deep breath, with pauses of three and four beats. Repeat the exhalation and inhalation at this frequency."

Now I understand.

Lu Wu-bing realized.

His previous self had practiced Six Yang Divine Needles, so he understood the cultivation of breathing methods.

However, each technique had its own unique cultivation method.

First, the acupoint to focus on was different, the meridians to circulate were different, and the breathing frequency that triggered the Qi sensation was different, resulting in vastly different attributes for the first wisp of internal Qi.

Secondly, the route for circulating the meridians was also different.

The most crucial aspect of any cultivation technique was the breathing method, or in other words, the frequency of breath. It could make acupoints resonate, achieving resonance between the human body and the heavens...

This was a secret transmission of the sect.

Without guidance, even if one racked their brain and tried thousands of times, they wouldn't be able to figure out a supreme technique.

More likely, they would damage their own body, causing their acupoints to be destroyed and their Qi meridians to be severed.

This was commonly known as going berserk.

No wonder Ouyang Zheng had asked him to forget Six Yang Divine Needles before teaching him the mental method and warned him not to practice it in the future.

The two breathing methods would definitely conflict, and the attributes of the internal Qi cultivated would also be different. Having them coexist within the body could lead to various ailments.

Ouyang Zheng did not stop his daughter from interrupting this time, but continued his own instruction.

"Once the breathing frequency and the method of breaking through acupoints and opening orifices are understood, one must proceed from the superficial to the profound, transforming the virtual into the real, forging a path to the heavens..."

Lu Wu-bing now had some experience.

He directly turned to look at Ouyang Lan.

With this kind of teaching from the old man, even a 985 graduate like himself couldn't understand it, once again proving the correctness of the saying 'learning knows no end.'

"He means that breathing is the superficial aspect, requiring movement from the outside to the inside. External breathing transforms into internal breathing, using intent to guide Qi and vibrate the body's essence. At the same time, imagine the meridians and acupoints as real passages, connecting them one by one."

Senior Sister Lan is amazing.

She saw through Lu Wu-bing's confusion at a glance and explained it in plain language.

Now I get it.

"You must know that the sect's transmissions are concise and profound, with endless charm. In cultivation, it is best to comprehend the profound meaning within simple words... Some things can only be understood intuitively, not explained verbally."

Ouyang Zheng shook his head with a hint of exasperation, chided Ouyang Lan, and then asked, "Do you really like teaching cultivation techniques and swordplay?"

"Yes! In the past, my senior brothers taught me. This time, I finally have a junior brother, and I will definitely teach him well. Better than Third Senior Brother, no, better than Eldest Senior Brother."

Ouyang Lan said excitedly.

She truly enjoyed the look of admiration in her junior brother's eyes.

And he praised my swordplay too.

Ouyang Lan's teaching method was completely different from that of the Sect Master.

She enthusiastically led Lu Wu-bing to the backyard.

"Look at me, concentrate. Do you feel it?"

Her large, blinking eyes drew closer, her breath like orchids, gently brushing his face like the warm breeze of March.

"It smells nice."

Lu Wu-bing was an honest child; he didn't want to lie.

"Smells nice? I want you to feel the frequency of your breathing."

Ouyang Lan's ears turned a little red. She wrinkled her nose and bared her small tiger teeth, fiercely saying, "Be serious."

"Oh."

Lu Wu-bing collected himself, closed his eyes, and carefully sensed.

He meticulously followed Ouyang Lan's breathing.

The breaths were light, like clouds and mist, present yet seemingly absent... Slowly, his breathing also changed, shifting in a way that completely defied the natural rhythm of human respiration. A faint ripple appeared in his Blood Essence, and wisps of qi were drawn out.

First, ripples appeared, then they gradually swelled into waves, transforming into a rolling tide that swept through his entire body.

"Hold steady, don't stop."

Ouyang Lan, surprised, stopped her demonstration of breathing and turned her head to look at Lu Wu-bing. She clicked her tongue in admiration, "From sensing qi to gathering it and opening a qiao is a tedious process. Being able to learn the breathing rhythm is good enough; you can't afford to be distracted even for a moment."

Internal energy cultivation cannot be achieved overnight; it requires long-term persistence.

Practice for a period each day, and I estimate, with your aptitude, you should be able to get started in about ten days to half a month. By then, you'll be able to open the first acupoint of the Hand Shaoyin Meridian..."

As she spoke, Ouyang Lan abruptly stopped, her eyes going blank.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound came from Lu Wu-bing.

She saw that around where Lu Wu-bing was sitting, dust lightly vibrated outwards, and wisps of misty qi rose from his head.

Although this stream of qi appeared very inconspicuous, the slight distortion of the air was still clearly visible.

'He's already started?'

How long did it take me to get past the stage of sensing and gathering qi and break open the first orifice? It seems like seven days, or maybe eight...

'Senior Brother is hailed as a cultivation prodigy, and according to Mother, it still took him three days to barely get started.'

'This must be fake!'

Ouyang Lan quietly watched the anomaly of qi above Lu Wu-bing's head, which was becoming increasingly apparent.

She knew that her junior disciple had converted his body's vital essence and his own thin Six Yang internal qi entirely into Dripping Water Force. His internal energy cultivation had officially begun and stabilized.