Before long, under the pressure of the Escape Corpse, Zhou Yan found it difficult to keep going.
But the more he pushed himself at times like this, the more deeply the muscle memory of the Prajna Palm took root in his body, and the richer his combat experience became.
"Whoo..."
After a while, Zhou Yan slowly finished his practice, drenched in sweat.
At the same time, a powerful flow of qi and blood surged through his body, rapidly tempering his skin, muscles, and internal organs.
The Prajna Palm and the Prajna Heart Sutra were one and the same; the palm technique could be considered the Heart Sutra's active practice.
Whenever Zhou Yan practiced, the qi and blood in his body were stirred almost to their limit, consuming a great deal of energy.
Likewise, every time he finished his practice, he reaped considerable benefits. His qi and blood, as well as his physique, improved accordingly.
The gains were modest, but accumulated day after day, they added up quickly.
Zhou Yan no longer had to worry about money. Besides his three meals a day, he now had three extra meals: morning tea, afternoon tea, and a late-night snack.
Of course, those were just fancy names.
There was little time for such leisure while traveling.
Still, those extra meals cost a pretty penny. They were mostly dried and cured meats, rich in oil, salt, and protein, providing the energy he needed each day and allowing him to keep moving without slowing down.
When Zhou Yan returned to the area around his tent, he saw Yingdian waiting outside. She seemed to have been there for a while.
"Yingdian, is something the matter?" Zhou Yan asked as he approached.
When Yingdian saw him, the worry that had been weighing on her eased a little.