The night wind swept in. Beneath the lamplight, the pages of the Dragon Roaring Iron Shirt manual were already rustling.
"Primordial Qi Seizing Dragon Force!"
"Press the tongue against the roof of the mouth, open the teeth and throat, store qi in the middle dantian, guide qi with intent, unite intent and qi with the spirit..."
Lian Youming's eyes scanned rapidly. Suddenly, he took off his outer garment, swiftly gathered his concentration, and opened his throat and tongue wide. With a single inhalation, he felt as though he had swallowed a wild, untamable dragon.
The instant the air entered his mouth and throat, he also felt a metallic sweetness quietly spreading between his teeth. It was just like when he first practiced the Three Yin Earth-Baleful Force: his throat split and bled, as though cut by a knife.
But no panic appeared in Lian Youming's eyes. He simply kept swallowing air. That single breath lasted over three minutes without stopping. What he swallowed was that wild dragon.
The longer he swallowed, the greater his mastery became, and naturally, the stronger the internal breath he accumulated.
But according to the manual, this wild dragon was unruly and untamable, and might injure the practitioner. His intent had to become a heavenly blade, slaying dragons and subduing flood dragons, seizing this wild dragon to forge an extraordinary force. In the firelight, as Lian Youming swallowed air and stirred his spiritual intent, an invisible finger seemed to jab repeatedly along the centerline of his body, or swords and sabers seemed to chop down, making the muscles inside him abruptly swell and then sharply contract, leaving a small, shallow depression in his flesh. Starting at his throat, this depression sank straight downward, pulsing continuously like falling raindrops, descending without pause, as though cutting that dragonlike