Lucian closed his eyes. It took him only three seconds.
With his now heaven-defying microscopic perception and control over space, he not only thoroughly analyzed the nature of the "Chi" energy inside Shang-Chi, but also followed the path along which it instinctively circulated after his fright, copying the Ten Rings' rigorously honed hard qigong circulation routes, along with part of the Great Luo Taiji Breathing Technique taught by Ying Li, into his mind in their entirety!
He did not even need to wait for the system to awaken. The terrifying blood energy within Lucian merely vibrated slightly at that frequency.
Hum!
A wisp of dark golden "internal Chi," a hundred times purer and a thousand times more concentrated than Shang-Chi's, instantly took shape and flowed around Lucian's fingertips!
Although the quantity of this "Chi" was still nowhere near that of his own telekinesis and superpowers, it undoubtedly proved one thing: this path was entirely viable!
Satisfied, Lucian withdrew his hand and patted Shang-Chi's stiff shoulder. "Your foundation is decent. Too bad you abandoned your training halfway through. Besides, this breathing method of yours leans too heavily toward killing and dissipating force. It's still far from the true essence."
Shang-Chi gasped for breath, his back already soaked in cold sweat. He looked at the man before him with awe and bewilderment written all over his face. "Mr. Lucian, what... what exactly did you come to see me for?"
"I was passing by and came to take a look, and borrow what was inside you for a little study."
Lucian glanced at Razor Fist and the others sprawled across the ground. "Your father, Xu Wenwu, has been making quite a few moves lately, but as long as he behaves himself, I can't be bothered with him. I'll leave this trash for you