Crack!
A meridian inside his body burst open, and Magic Power surged into the newly opened channel like a river, nourishing the meridian and the acupoints along its course.
Opening his eyes, Xuanming stroked his beard as he sensed the distinctive Heavenly Circuit that had taken shape within him.
The Twelve Main Meridians were divided into the Three Hand Yin Meridians, running from chest to hand; the Three Hand Yang Meridians, running from hand to head; the Three Foot Yang Meridians, running from head to foot; and the Three Foot Yin Meridians, running from foot to abdomen.
Every four main meridians formed a group, linking the feet, organs, hands, and head from bottom to top to create three distinct circuits.
By now, he had opened four main meridians and formed one circuit, considerably increasing his Magic Power. Opening the remaining meridians was only a matter of time.
The night was deep, the mountain woods silent.
Xuanming returned to his thatched cottage to rest. He could ask about matters outside the mountain tomorrow. The fact that Junior Brother Xuanxu had not come looking for him overnight was enough to tell him the outcome could not have been bad.
Early the next morning, Xuanxu ascended Dao-Treasuring Peak, and Xuan Kong, Xuan Yang, and the other third-generation Daoists arrived one after another.
Tea fragrance curled through the air, mingling with the scent of fruit. Chang Ning had thoughtfully prepared refreshments, then tucked herself into a corner with her ears pricked. Xuanming and the others did not send her away. It was hardly a secret, after all, and the trial had been public. Word would spread sooner or later.
After sipping tea to moisten his throat, Xuanxu began recounting events. His delivery was straightforward, lacking a storyteller's captivating eloquence, but the twists and turns