Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

Time slowly passed.

A half hour later, Lin Zheyu exhaled a long breath of turbid air and sat on the ground, exhausted.

He had broken through the limit.

In a state of exertion, the time needed to break through the limit was greatly reduced, compressed to about a half hour.

[Heaven Rewards Diligence]

Name: Lin Zheyu

Source Power: 1

Skills:

Gale Slash (Perfection)

Golden Swan Skill (Ninth Layer 100%)

Hundred Refinements Treasure Canon (Third Layer 85%)

Turtle Breath Skill (Third Layer 100%)

”Once the Hundred Refinements Treasure Canon is elevated to the perfect level, I need to retrain the Golden Swan Skill to enhance control power over the more violent qi blood power.”

Lin Zheyu thought to himself.

The Qi and Blood Burst Skill of the Mountain Shattering Palm was extremely violent; the more qi blood power burst out at once, the more violent it was.

He needed to set a tenth layer for the Golden Swan Skill so that it could adapt to more violent qi blood bursts.

After resting for a while, Lin Zheyu got up and took out two doses of Dust-Free Blood Coagulation Powder from inside the house.

He poured out one and a half doses of the powdered medicine, keeping the other half for next time.

To improve the Hundred Refinements Treasure Canon with Source Power, one unit of Source Power required only one and a half doses of Dust-Free Blood Coagulation Powder.

’Use one unit of Source Power to enhance the Hundred Refinements Treasure Canon.’

The thought was conveyed, bringing a familiar feeling.

The body, which had just broken through the limit and was exhausted, rapidly recovered as a vast, mysterious energy swept in.

The muscles, skin, and bones rapidly transformed under the mysterious energy.

A few breaths later.

Lin Zheyu opened his eyes, exhaustion filling his gaze.

[Heaven Rewards Diligence]

Name: Lin Zheyu

Source Power: 0

Skills:

Gale Slash (Perfection)

Golden Swan Skill (Ninth Layer 100%)

Hundred Refinements Treasure Canon (Third Layer 92%)

Turtle Breath Skill (Third Layer 100%)

”Ninety-two percent. To reach perfection, I still need two more units of Source Power.”

Lin Zheyu muttered to himself.

In fact, using one more unit of Source Power would get it to ninety-nine percent, but the remaining one percent, if not enhanced by Source Power, would require over a month of strenuous practice.

Lin Zheyu currently accumulates one unit of Source Power in about three days, so there’s no need to save that unit.

Moreover, even reaching the perfect level of the Hundred Refinements Treasure Canon, using Source Power to enhance still has training effects, though very minimal.

Morning.

Sunlight spilled down, bringing a touch of warmth.

Lin Zheyu sat in the courtyard, studying poisons and toxins.

Even having reached the level comparable to a Martial Artist in the Bone Marrow Refining Realm, Lin Zheyu had not given up on the study of the Poison Canon.

The Poison Canon was merely the Medicine King Manor’s generations of insights outside of Songyi City, making their living by gathering herbs.

Since Medicine King Manor had never had a powerful Martial Artist, its limitations were significant, although it documented poisons that could affect Martial Artists in the Bone Marrow Cultivation stage.

But those are rare poisons, difficult to concoct, and not as effective as imagined.

However, Lin Zheyu was not interested in the poisons but in the toxin principles, poison identification methods, and techniques recorded in the Poison Canon, as well as some methods for making things like Tracking Powder.

This knowledge could play a significant role.

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Noon.

Inside an inn on Xingluan Street.

”Mr. Lin, you finally came.” Jia Yanrong said with a smile.

Lin Zheyu was about to leave Bafang City in a few days, taking this as an opportunity to resign from his position in the Feihong Gang.

Since then, Lin Zheyu had asked Jia Yanrong and the others to call him Mr. Lin, as he always felt odd being called Mr. Lin and was not used to it.

”How’s the news gathering going?” Lin Zheyu asked.

The Central Plains Region is very far from Bafang City, and without a guide, one could easily get lost.

Thus, Lin Zheyu asked Jia Yanrong to gather information for him to see if there were any caravans heading to the Central Plains Region.

”Hey, I’ve got the news.”

”Central Plains is too far, there are no direct caravans.”

”However, as the largest city around here, Bafang City has many people wanting to head to Central Plains for various reasons.”

”The nearest trip departs in twenty days, gathering at the Xuanning Gate of Bafang City.” Jia Yanrong said with a smile.

”Thanks, this meal is on me.” Lin Zheyu said.

”Sigh, once Mr. Lin heads to the Central Plains, there will be no one to treat us at Chunman Tower. I’ll miss the days at Chunman Tower with Mr. Lin.”

Xie Jiang said with a regretful expression.

”I don’t know if Bafang City can hold. Although I have great confidence in Great Wei, I always have a bad feeling.”

”If Bafang City falls, we’ll have to head to the Central Plains and rely on Mr. Lin.” Ning Hui said.

As one of the major cities in the Southern Barbarians region, the geographical location of Bafang City is critical. If Bafang City can fall, then the entire Southern Barbarians region will be in great danger.

”Don’t think too much, I heard the rebel army is a righteous force. Even if Bafang City falls, there will be no life-threatening danger.” Jia Yanrong said nonchalantly.

Lin Zheyu couldn’t help but think of Old Mr. Chen Peijun left in Songyi City, and Mr. Wo and others, wondering how they were doing.

”Pfft, if there’s no danger, why did you migrate to Bafang City?” Xie Jiang retorted disdainfully.

”I was born a member of Feihong Gang, and I’ll die as a ghost of Feihong Gang. If Feihong Gang ran, of course, I’d follow!”

Jia Yanrong said with a laugh.

”Hehe...”

Xie Jiang chuckled disdainfully.

After eating, Lin Zheyu invited Jia Yanrong and the others to enjoy themselves at Chunman Tower.

The expenses at Chunman Tower were nothing to him, being about to leave,

Lin Zheyu was very generous to his friends like Jia Yanrong and the others.

He certainly wasn’t doing it because he wanted to have fun, it was mainly to thank Jia Yanrong and the others for their help.

Returning from Chunman Tower, the sky had already darkened.

Lin Zheyu walked in the dark alleyways, feeling refreshed.

Occasionally relaxing at Chunman Tower helps with mental and physical health.

Da da.

Da da da.

The crisp sound of footsteps echoed, and the corners of Lin Zheyu’s mouth slightly curled up.

He had sensed someone was tailing him from the start, so he deliberately chose this remote path.

”Lin Zheyu, right? Come take a walk with us!”

Three burly men emerged from the alley, speaking softly but with an undeniable tone.

”Not bad, this time they directly deployed Martial Artists at the Qi Blood Realm. I wonder if after killing a few more waves, they’ll send out those at the Bone Marrow Cultivation stage.”

Lin Zheyu looked at the leading man, smiling faintly.

After he had consecutively killed several waves of enemies, the Senluo Temple finally sent out Martial Artists at the Qi Blood Realm.

”Hmm!”

Hearing this, the man’s expression changed dramatically, and he felt an ominous premonition.

He gripped his weapon tightly and reached out with his left hand to send a signal flare.

But it was too late.

Lin Zheyu’s figure vanished in an instant, and streaks of silver light flashed like lightning under the moonlight.

Puff puff puff.

The sound of slashing echoed, as small knives sliced through the necks of the three men as effortlessly as cutting tofu, leaving smooth and clean cuts.

Thud—

All three men widened their eyes as blood spurted out, and they fell to the ground with a thud.

The three heads rolled away silently.