Enough of idle talk.
Back in Guangzhou, aside from visiting the Green Gang Headquarters every few days to spar with and instruct the other thirteen, Lian Youming spent most of his time absorbed in seated meditation, contemplating his body as light as the wind, contemplating the emptiness of all things, contemplating the shifts between near and far, seeking insight into Divine Mobility.
This method was not a martial fighting art, so he had no need to spend time on combat applications.
Yet even if enlightenment could come in a single day, he had to hold the thought in his mind and visualize it constantly. Only then could he accumulate extraordinary attainments, perceive the substantial as insubstantial, and refine a power of freedom that broke through material constraints, turning it fully into a supernatural ability.
This required extreme concentration and years upon years of meditative practice.
Anyone else practicing it would also have to observe the precepts and remain pure, attaining the Buddhist School's four dhyanas and eight meditative absorptions.
But Lian Youming had the Wisdom Sword suspended within his skull, able to cut away every stray thought. He could enter meditative absorption in an instant, unmoved by external things.
As he practiced longer, Lian Youming also discovered that this ability allowed him to appear and disappear at will, concealing his own qi dynamics amid the shifts between substance and emptiness, turning himself into nothing, with all things empty.
In the blink of an eye, it was already mid-August.
Lian Youming's parents also came to Guangzhou.
There was no helping it. Lian Shuang had finished her college entrance exams, and her admission letter had already arrived at home. They could hardly make her go back just for that.
Besides, their daughter had sneaked away from home. Though the old couple scolded