At his words, Fan Duan could not help exchanging a glance with Zhao Mingli.
He had only just broken through to the Condensing Qi Realm, yet he had already noticed true qi's ability to transform. This kid's comprehension was truly high!
Mu Yang: You'd know too if it were you.
"Ahem!"
Fan Duan cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone as calm as possible. "There is indeed something similar when it comes to true qi."
"So-called true qi is born from a martial artist's Blood Qi, yet it is also different from it."
"A martial artist's Blood Qi is ethereal and intangible. Though it can be sensed within the body, it has neither form nor substance and cannot be seen with the naked eye."
"True qi is different. Though transparent and diffuse, almost imperceptible, it truly exists. So long as one focuses one's mind and fixes one's gaze, it can be seen with the naked eye. Thus, it is called true qi—the qi force that truly exists."
"Since it truly exists, there are naturally distinctions in quality."
As he spoke, Fan Duan raised his right hand, and a wisp of true qi curled around his fingertips.
The true qi was extremely pale, almost too faint to notice.
"When ordinary martial artists break through to the Condensing Qi Realm, their true qi is like thin mist beneath a clear sky—transparent and diffuse. Unless one focuses one's gaze, it is almost impossible to see."
"More than half the Condensing Qi Realm martial artists in the world are like this. A wisp of such true qi can add a hundred jin of strength, but it is merely the most common low-grade true qi."
As he spoke, Fan Duan cast Zhao Mingli a somewhat disgruntled look.
Zhao Mingli immediately curled his lips into