In just over ten seconds, the infusion was complete. When Lin Ming opened his eyes again, a faint flash of electricity seemed to flicker through them.
He looked at Wu De, whose face was filled with unease and disappointment, and said, "Your problems mainly lie in three areas."
Wu De froze.
"First, your circulation of qi and blood is far too forceful. You only understand the violence of 'thunderclap,' but not that thunder also carries the meaning of growth and nourishment. In the first saber form, 'Spring Thunder Awakens Insects,' you concentrate too much of your qi and blood in your arms when exerting force. You try to imitate the sudden explosion of spring thunder, yet overlook the vitality of all things stirring after the insects awaken. Qi and blood should rise like earth energy—stored without erupting, guided without exploding. Only then can you grasp the essence of this form."
Lin Ming did not speak quickly, but every word was clear and forceful, striking directly at the heart of the issue.
As he spoke, he casually picked up a chopstick from the table and used it in place of a saber, gently drawing it through the air. He did not use any qi or blood, yet that simple trajectory faintly carried a wondrous rhythm of something lying dormant, ready to erupt and stir life into motion.
Wu De's entire body jolted, as though lightning had struck his mind! He had been stuck on the first form for a long time, always feeling that something was missing. With Lin Ming's brief explanation, enlightenment suddenly dawned on him!
So that was it! He had always pursued the loudness of thunder, yet forgotten that the essence of Awakening Insects was to awaken life! The circulation of qi and blood truly should not just