After he spent just over half a month learning the basics of immortal cultivation, his mornings became lessons in which Liu Hang explained the verses and cultivation secrets of the True Yang Art.
In the afternoons, Liu Hang taught him to read and write.
Although Li Xiaoya was mischievous and unruly, he could still settle down to learn. After all, he had spent so many years as a beggar and had always wanted to learn to read, so he took his studies quite seriously. He was bright, too, and learned very quickly.
There was no rest in the evenings either. Liu Hang taught him about the body's meridians and acupoints, as well as how to circulate qi.
The first month passed in this fashion. During the second month, once most of the basic knowledge had been covered, he began practicing the True Sun Formula in the mornings and evenings, while his afternoons remained devoted to learning to read and write.
Li Xiaoya had found all that theoretical knowledge easy enough to learn. When he first began practicing the True Sun Formula, he was still very excited. At last, he could cultivate immortal arts! With his intelligence and talent, surely mastering these arts would be as easy as reaching out and taking them.
But once he actually began cultivating, it proved far from simple. It was sheer torment. Every day, he sat motionless in this secluded chamber, tediously circulating his cultivation art. For the first few days, he made some effort, but afterward he lost almost all interest. No matter how he practiced, he never felt the fluctuations of spiritual energy Liu Hang had described. There was nothing but endless breathing in and out.
If there was any effect at all, it was that he could eat more and sleep more