In the blink of an eye,
another night had passed.
Heavy rain fell over the sea.
Lian Youming sat cross-legged in the rain. He seemed motionless, yet his body trembled from time to time.
Dragon Roaring Iron Shirt.
His cheeks hollowed as he drew in a long breath, swallowing air. A few faint tiger roars mingled with the rising and falling dragon cries. Qi traveled through his Conception Vessel, and as his breath entered his throat, the long stream of internal breath became like broken threads of rain, or droplets beneath the eaves, falling drop by drop into the Qi Sea of his Dantian.
In an instant, a small, shallow indentation appeared beneath his soaked clothes. Beginning at the Celestial Chimney Acupoint between his collarbones, it traveled slowly down the centerline of his body in rhythm with his breathing, rising and falling as it moved.
This was driven by intent: the intent of water wearing through stone, with qi like a dragon being swallowed, striving to break through the critical points of the Conception and Governing Vessels.
Only when that internal breath descended all the way to his Huiyin Point did Lian Youming's hair suddenly stand on end. He seemed to shiver, sensing a chill. The Conception and Governing Vessels formed a single whole: the abdomen was yin, and the back was yang. Thus, circulating qi through the Conception Vessel was called yin descending, while circulating it through the Governing Vessel was called yang ascending.
Now that his internal breath had descended into the Huiyin Point, yin had reached its limit and yang was beginning to rise.
Lian Youming's internal breath abruptly sank. That chill instantly passed beneath his crotch and traveled up his back. The shallow indentation reappeared, climbing section by section.
Unfortunately, the ascending yang barely reached the