The resonance between the Sound Art and his body was extremely faint. Even when he concentrated fully, he could only detect the slightest trace. Had Senior Shi not mentioned it, Huang Xiao had no idea when he would have discovered its mysteries.
Perhaps that sensation would only become stronger as his strength continued to grow.
Just as Senior Shi had said, the Sound Art's effect on strengthening the body was extremely weak; it depended entirely on accumulation over time.
A tree that filled the arms grew from a tiny shoot; a nine-story terrace rose from heaps of earth; a journey of a thousand miles began beneath one's feet.
Huang Xiao could not help recalling this passage from the Tao Te Ching. Senior Shi had lived so long precisely because he had started with these seemingly ineffective practices, neither disdaining nor abandoning them, and persisted without interruption. Only then could he accumulate those tiny effects until, in the end, a qualitative change occurred, directly bringing about a great increase in his lifespan.
Thus, Huang Xiao would not discard these practices. He tried to keep himself in a state of Sound Art Qi Control at all times.
"Whew..." Huang Xiao let out a long breath.
Fatigue showed on his face. He had just maintained it for three shichen, which was already his limit.
"Difficult. Everything is difficult at the beginning," Huang Xiao sighed.
What Sound Art Qi Control consumed was not really true qi. It did consume some, but not much, and Huang Xiao could bear that completely.
It was mainly his divine sense that struggled to withstand it.
This was because he had not adapted yet. Once he did, he would be like Senior Shi, with no need to think about any of this deliberately. Sound Art Qi Control would operate