Instructor Xu had only reached the eighth rank of the Martial Path in middle age. His comprehension and Root Bone were indeed ordinary, and he had seen—and envied—plenty of geniuses who cultivated faster than he did.
Yet even those geniuses seemed to pale beside Huang Tian. Mastering the Spirit Tiger and Crane Stance and producing force in an instant was beyond what the mere word genius could describe!
Instructor Xu was astonished. The martial students below the platform were nearly stupefied. They could not even muster jealousy; they could only question everything. Why did a genius like that have to train alongside them? It was too crushing!
Only after Huang Tian finished his stance did Instructor Xu manage to compose himself. He spoke with particular sincerity:
"I can no longer find words for your comprehension. At least, in most of my life, I've never met anyone whose comprehension matched yours. But the greater your talent and comprehension, the harder you must train.
"On the Martial Path, no one sees geniuses. They see only the strong. If you do not become strong, no matter how gifted you are, no one will hold you in awe. Remember that."
Huang Tian nodded.
"Since you've produced force, I'll tell you how to use it to nourish your qi and blood."
Instructor Xu spoke slowly. "When force first emerges, it's relatively weak. But the longer you practice your stances, the more force you'll develop, and the stronger it will become.
"Under your guidance, it can clear your meridians and temper your skin, sinews, and bones, turning your body into a furnace that brings your qi and blood to a boil. Within that furnace, your qi and blood will gradually grow more concentrated until, at a certain point, they naturally drive a breakthrough.
"But for your