That afternoon.
Lu Changfeng spent an hour alone in the Quiet Chamber visualizing the Snowfield Mysterious Crane Painting. Once his divine sense was nearly exhausted, he began studying how to transform the Serpent Bone Arcane Art into a cultivation method founded on the Blood Ape.
There were many aspects that needed changing.
The Blood Ape was fierce and fire-aligned, surging and scorching, while the Bashé bloodline used by the Serpent Bone Arcane Art leaned toward yielding yin. The ways they circulated through the meridians were utterly different. Blindly forcing one onto the other would be no different from setting himself on fire.
Countless details required careful consideration and refinement.
Fortunately, Lu Changfeng's comprehension had advanced by leaps and bounds. He already understood medicine, and now he had a complete cultivation method as a template. Creating one from nothing would have been difficult, but making a few unconventional modifications to suit Longhand and the others was no great challenge.
He immersed himself in the work, unaware of time slipping past.
Meanwhile, Qing Dai was also diligently practicing the Ice Skin, Jade Bones Art in the outer room.
As she circulated the art, a faint chill seemed to wreathe her body. Her skin grew ever more crystalline and translucent, outshining frost and surpassing snow, while her already lovely features gained a soul-stirring radiance.
When Lu Changfeng happened to emerge from his deductions, he looked up and noticed Qing Dai's transformation. A flicker of appreciation crossed his eyes, and he blurted out a compliment. "Not bad. Ice skin is taking shape, and jade bones are gradually developing. Qing Dai grows prettier by the day."
At his words, Qing Dai's circulation briefly faltered. Two blushes instantly bloomed on her fair cheeks. She lowered her head shyly, her voice as faint as a mosquito's hum.