The Enemy of My Enemy Is My Friend (1)

"You are... glug glug... cough, cough..."

Flame Lingji, whose cheeks Ye Qingcang was pinching, struggled and shook her head. Of course, this was not a refusal; she was trying to shake off Ye Qingcang's hand from her face. With the water's assistance and Ye Qingcang taking the initiative to let go, Flame Lingji did succeed. However, her instinctive attempt to speak still made her choke on a mouthful of water, sending a chaotic stream of bubbles surging out.

Still, as an Innate Martial Artist, Flame Lingji had genuine strength. After instinctively raising a hand to grip her slender throat, she stabilized herself in less than three seconds, readjusting her breathing into a breath-holding state—what was known as internal breathing—which allowed her to hold her breath for a long time.

There was no helping it.

She was underwater.

Human organs could not filter oxygen from water.

Wanting to breathe freely underwater was pure fantasy.

But life always found a way out for itself.

Since she had already been locked in here,

there was no point considering whether it was possible or not.

Find a way, and live. Fail to find one, and die.

Thus, internal breathing—using Internal Force to replace the natural flow of breath, extending one's breath-holding time as much as possible, supplemented by the weekly water-changing and air-breathing period—was the simplest and most efficient solution.

Before Ye Qingcang transmigrated,

that was, in that world without the extraordinary,

the record limit for holding one's breath was twenty-two minutes.

There was also a twenty-four-minute record, but that had been purely an attempt to break the limit, achieved after inhaling pure oxygen beforehand. It was completely impractical in reality, because no real environment would provide anyone with pure oxygen. The oxygen ratio was always fixed. The twenty-two-minute record achieved under natural conditions