The Dragon-Imprisoning Stance's Skin-Locking Method proficiency had reached its critical point. It was time to focus his cultivation on it and strive to get started today.
After finishing his morning practice, Liu Yunche took the Nourishing Origin Soup Chunyan handed him and drained it in one gulp.
The Nourishing Origin Soup no longer had much effect now. His father had left in too much of a hurry, and Liu Yunche could not find a better substitute for the time being.
Liu Yunche set down the empty bowl, walked to the center of the courtyard, slowly lowered his waist, and assumed the opening stance of the Dragon-Imprisoning Stance.
He had practiced this stance for several days, yet the Skin-Locking Method's proficiency remained stuck at (9/10), like a wall so thin one could see through it—he could see what lay beyond, but simply could not step across.
It was likely because his physique was not strong enough and his body still needed nourishment. Yesterday, he had already faintly touched that boundary.
With that thought, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and concentrated.
His qi and blood slowly surged within his dantian, spreading through his sinews and veins toward his limbs.
At that moment, the Dragon-Imprisoning Stance's Skin-Locking Method was activated. The muscles and flesh throughout his body seemed to be tugged, tightened, and twisted by countless fine threads at once.
That familiar soreness struck again, climbing from the soles of his feet all the way to the crown of his head, as though an invisible hand were squeezing his entire body inward.
Liu Yunche did not resist. Instead, he guided it.
Every tremor of skin and flesh was like an imprisoned dragon struggling to break free. Liu Yunche's flesh, meanwhile, was the prison that trapped those dragons.
The Dragon-Imprisoning Stance