[There was no sense of time in cultivation; when the cold had passed, one no longer knew the year.]
[In the blink of an eye, a month had gone by!]
[There were twelve two-hour periods in a day. At first light, when the sun rose in the east, you began cultivating the Yang Talisman Scripture, tempering the power of your Primordial Spirit.]
[Then, you comprehended the eighth sword.]
[Through calligraphy and painting, you cultivated your Primordial Spirit.]
[The afternoons were for martial cultivation.]
[At night, you repeated the same cycle. When you devoted your whole heart to one thing...]
[With two Radiant Luans assisting you, your cultivation speed grew ever faster.]
[The long years and dull, tedious cultivation instead allowed you to settle your heart.]
[In all things beneath heaven, if one gave everything they had, they would surely gain something in return. Such was the constancy of the Heavenly Way.]
[Over the past month, Xie Yuan had visited several times. He had already reached the Third Realm of Martial Dao, and recently he had been trying to comprehend the fourth realm, grasping that mysterious and unfathomable sensation of qi within his body.]
[If an expert of the Martial Upper Three Realms could use Innate true qi each day to clear his meridians and guide his qi flow, then his path of cultivation would surely yield twice the result with half the effort, and success would come as naturally as water flowing into a channel.]
[Yet Xie Yuan's teacher had insisted that he break through on his own. For an entire month, the man had merely tossed him a cultivation method and then ignored him, declaring that if he could not comprehend the sensation of qi by himself, there was no need for him to practice martial arts any longer.]