Mountain-Shifting

The journey passed in silence.

As they reached a stretch of hills, the hoofbeats behind them weakened.

Feng Xiu looked back.

Zhou Xiao held the reins in one hand, her brows lightly furrowed. Her other hand rested on her chest, and her face had gone slightly pale.

"Raise your breath to your lungs, pass through Shenque and Taiyi, then gather it at Lianquan. Remember, don't take deep breaths."

Feng Xiu took one look and immediately understood what was happening.

Altitude sickness.

The kind of high-altitude reaction martial artists suffered from. Although Zhou Xiao had not engaged in any strenuous activity,

she still had to use her qi and blood to stabilize her lower body while riding.

Upon hearing him, Zhou Xiao immediately closed her eyes.

Feng Xiu was in no hurry and slowed their pace.

She followed the breathing guidance he had given her.

"Martial artists in Cloud Province breathe more heavily than those inland. Since Miss Zhou has only just arrived, it's best to be more careful."

Feng Xiu spoke leisurely.

In truth, this was the real reason so many martial artists were unwilling to come to Cloud Province.

Shortness of breath and obstructed qi and blood were only part of it. More importantly, one's strength was severely restricted.

Especially during intense combat, they simply could not sustain their full power. Being able to bring out seventy or eighty percent was already the limit.

After resting for quite a while, Zhou Xiao's complexion gradually regained its rosy color.

"What about you, Young Master Feng?"

"Me? I'm a little stronger than the rest of you."

The Nine Heavens Lock was originally a secret art that forcibly locked away qi, blood, and inner force. Martial artists of Cloud Province trained as though bearing heavy loads.

Feng Xiu, meanwhile, had placed an