Marathon b eaves

Chen Ping did not rush to quicken his pace. Instead, he jogged forward one steady step at a time, recalling how he had meditated during his years on the Douluo Continent.

Draw in energy, draw in energy...

Chen Ping considered the steps of meditation. The first was to establish a connection with the primal energy drifting between heaven and earth, then draw it into his body.

But now, as he ran with wind beneath his feet and its constant rush in his ears, how was he supposed to draw energy into his body?

Wait, did the air stirred up by running somehow not count as energy?

Don't go treating bean buns like they aren't food!

Inspiration flashed through Chen Ping's mind. With great caution, he tried drawing the fierce airflow stirred up by his running directly into his body, taking in only the tiniest strand.

The next instant, a highly agitated surge of primal energy rushed into Chen Ping's meridians.

Under Chen Ping's extremely cautious supervision, it raced a meter or two through his meridians, completing just under half a circuit before gradually losing its initial momentum.

Its circulation slowed to the same speed as the primal energy he drew into his body during ordinary meditation.

The result delighted Chen Ping. That tiny strand of primal energy had circulated incredibly fast.

All he had done was protect his meridians and let it flow through them. Without him even having to guide it, it had charged through nearly half a circulation cycle in one go.

But after a few more attempts, Chen Ping immediately realized the difficulties involved.

The primal energy he drew in while exercising certainly had plenty of drive. It even completed its circulation cycles faster than the energy he drew in while meditating cross-legged.

But when that energy rushed into his meridians, it placed a considerable burden on channels that were already narrow and thin.

There was no helping it. That was what low innate soul power meant-even his meridians were less resilient than other people's.

On top of that, his body did not remain still while exercising. Swinging his arms and moving his legs were unavoidable, and those movements made it even harder for the primal energy to circulate through his body.

Guiding energy that circulated so rapidly was already difficult for him, let alone doing it while exercising.

Rhythm.

After several more attempts, Chen Ping discovered to his surprise that, on a few occasions when he drew energy into his body, the rhythm of his movements happened to match exactly what its circulation required.

When the primal energy needed to flow into the meridians in his arm, he happened to swing that arm backward. When it needed to flow out of the meridians in his leg, he happened to step forward, further accelerating its circulation.

Sweat scattered like fine rain, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Rhythm. Rhythm was crucial.

As time passed, Chen Ping's breathing gradually fell into a peculiar rhythm with his footsteps.

He began trying to incorporate his running movements into meditation. Every push of his feet against the ground seemed to propel the circulation of energy within his body.

He discovered that when he immersed himself completely in the rhythm of running, his meditative focus miraculously returned.

Outside distractions still existed-the wind, birdsong, even his own heavy breathing-but those sounds seemed to grow distant and indistinct.

At first, the primal energy was like a goofy dog that had only arrived home a few days ago, incredibly difficult to catch or control, throwing tantrums and rolling around everywhere inside Chen Ping's meridians.

But as Chen Ping strengthened his willpower and gradually mastered his meditation technique, it began to grow tame, circulating through his body along a specific route.

The process was painful and arduous. Chen Ping had to constantly adjust his breathing and stride to keep his meditative state stable.

Yet his body was also undergoing subtle changes in the process.

The lactic acid in his muscles seemed to be neutralized by this newly generated energy. His fatigue gradually eased, replaced by an unprecedented lightness and vitality.

If he kept running in this state, he could go from daylight to nightfall!

Good! Good!

In his excitement, Chen Ping inwardly exclaimed twice, but the resulting break in his meditative state immediately sent the primal energy surging wildly. He nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The system's projections really had been entirely accurate.

With Chen Ping's current soul power cultivation, even if his meditation was interrupted while exercising and ended in failure, the consequences would not be too severe.

The reason was simple. His soul power was only at rank ten, and the amount of primal energy he drew into his body each time was minuscule. That was the only reason he could attempt something as shocking as meditating while running.

Once he passed the Soul Scholar stage, obtained his first soul ring, and became a Soul Master, the soul power within his body would surge far more vigorously than a Soul Scholar's. Doing this then would be extremely risky.

As for higher-ranking Soul Masters, such as Soul Kings and Soul Saints, playing around like this would be paving their own road to death.

Soul Masters at those ranks possessed dense, powerful soul power. Even having their seated meditation abruptly interrupted could cause their cultivation to run amok. Attempting Movement Meditation would be no different from suicide!

Never take everyone else for fools. Chen Ping's ability to get ahead of the entire Douluo Continent and develop the unprecedented Movement Meditation came down primarily to three factors.

The types of meditation from Chen Ping's previous life clearly showed that both Movement Meditation and seated meditation existed. That was the theoretical foundation that gave him the courage to try this.

Moreover, Chen Ping had the system to project the risks of drawing energy into his body while exercising. A top-tier large data model ran those projections and safeguarded him-his top-of-the-line experimental equipment.

Finally, Chen Ping knew that when Huo Yuhao was tormented by that old hag Zhou Yi after enrolling, he had tried circulating the Mysterious Heaven Skill. Although it did not increase his cultivation, it restored his stamina.

That was firsthand human experimental data and reference material.

Along with those three major factors, although Chen Ping's current physical age was only eleven, the soul hidden within his body had lived two lives whose combined years were approaching thirty.

Those were the fundamental reasons Chen Ping dared, chose, and was able to attempt an experiment like Movement Meditation.

Once more, he immersed his body and mind in Movement Meditation. At that moment, Chen Ping's cultivation began rising again!

[Focused distance running strengthened physical fitness and cardiopulmonary capacity. Academic Genius Points +2]

[Focused Movement Meditation accumulated soul power cultivation. Academic Genius Points +2]

Several hours later, as the sun sank in the west, Chen Ping finally stopped running.

He stood still, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, feeling the ceaselessly surging power within his body.

Though utterly exhausted, Chen Ping was so excited that his arms had begun trembling involuntarily.

During those hours of running, not only had his cultivation efficiency essentially matched that of his nighttime meditation, but it had also greatly helped restore his stamina.

After running from morning until evening, apart from feeling weak all over and showing signs of trembling, Chen Ping had experienced no other problems. He even felt as though he could keep running for several more hours.

What did that mean?

It meant that as long as Chen Ping ran fast enough, he would not have to fear anyone pursuing him to kill him. Through sheer endurance alone, he could wear his pursuers to death.

Hehe, I'm gonna stay alive!