Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

”It is said, just said, don’t claim it came from me, the truth is uncertain...”

Lin Xian lowered his voice, revealing a gossipy expression on his face.

”It is said that this fellow cultivator, Feng Xuanji, follows the path of immersing in the mundane world to transcend it, refining the heart.”

”If the opportunity arises, finding a Dao companion to experience a period of mundane life together isn’t impossible.”

”Hehe, if one could become a Dao companion with Fairy Feng Xuanji, hmm, it would be absolutely wonderful...”

Lin Xian chuckled, showing a lovestruck expression.

Seeing such a martial arts enthusiast showing a lovesick expression, Lin Zheyu felt a bit out of place.

But thinking of Feng Xuanji’s breathtaking beauty and the halo of a Celestial Tao Sect disciple,

Hmm, indeed quite wonderful.

”Then you, Hall Master, should work hard. Perhaps you could win the beauty’s favor,” Lin Zheyu teased with a smile.

”Bah, I should just forget it.”

”I have some self-awareness; this is just a thought. Martial Dao is my life’s true calling.”

Lin Xian chuckled, shrugging indifferently.

After a meal and drink to satisfaction.

Lin Zheyu returned to his courtyard and resumed his leisurely, routine cultivation life.

Occasionally, he would go out to carry out simple tasks of the sect, accumulating points while earning some spirit stones to supplement the household expenses.

Otherwise, if he kept visiting the library to exchange advanced cultivation books, Lin Zheyu wouldn’t be able to handle it.

Time slowly passed.

In the blink of an eye, two years went by in cultivation, which feels timeless.

Over the past two years, Lin Zheyu barely left the Martial Alliance, except for tasks to earn points and spirit stones.

Even Wu Yiyi hadn’t come to look for him again.

Whether it was due to important affairs or Lin Zheyu’s tasks being timed to cleverly avoid him is unknown.

However, every few months, his cyan glass bracelet would always give a warning.

Who knew who was always thinking about him from behind the scenes.

Outside Flame Martial City.

In the lush, pristine mountain forests.

Two brawny figures collided rapidly in the sky, punch for meat, muscle to muscle, creating terrifying rumbling sounds.

The terrifying shockwaves from the collisions created rings of terrifying ripples, spreading out from the center where the two figures clashed.

The battle between martial artists doesn’t involve flashy magical artifacts or bizarre secret techniques—only exhilarating physical clashes.

Even those who have comprehended the power of rules mostly infuse it into close combat, into martial arts skills.

This is why martial artists have been called boorish by cultivators from other systems.

”Mr. Qiu is getting stronger. He should have completely broken through one shackle, right?”

Bai Lin floated in the distant void, softly exclaiming.

”Indeed, Mr. Qiu has broken through one shackle, and the second one has formed a faint shadow.”

”But it’s not long for you either, right?”

Zong Linjing looked at Bai Lin beside her and said with a smile.

Cultivators measure time in years, and it’s been a long time since they gathered like this.

”Still a bit lacking, stuck at a bottleneck. Retreating into seclusion isn’t working anymore; I’ll have to wait for the right opportunity.”

”I plan to take on more tasks next, both to accumulate points and earn spirit stones, and to look for the chance to break through.”

Bai Lin looked at the fighting two, speaking with a faint smile.

He, Qiu Kun, and Zong Linjing were originally among the young elites of the Martial Alliance; breaking through the first shackle in two or three years is normal.

”Hmm, then perhaps we can fight side by side.” Zong Linjing responded with a faint smile.

She looked at the battling two, a hint of lament on her face: ”Mr. Xiao’s strength is increasingly unfathomable. In front of him, Mr. Qiu is like a child and probably couldn’t even force out fifty percent of his strength.”

”Indeed.”

”I find it increasingly hard to fathom Mr. Xiao.”

Bai Lin echoed with emotion.

Pausing briefly, he continued, ”The battle has ended; let’s head over.”

The two slightly moved, flying towards Lin Zheyu and Qiu Kun, who had stopped fighting.

At this time, Qiu Kun looked utterly disheveled, with bruises and swellings all over his body, and two large black eyes on his face.

He looked extremely comical.

”Hiss, did you do it on purpose?”

Qiu Kun twitched, exclaiming unwillingly.

He had painstakingly broken a shackle, specifically seeking Lin Zheyu to test his strength.

Unexpectedly, he was utterly crushed.

”Haha, Mr. Qiu, you look like this, hahaha...”

Bai Lin came in front of them, unable to hold back his hearty laughter when he saw Qiu Kun covered in bruises, with panda eyes staring at him.

Even Zong Linjing beside him couldn’t help but reveal a faint smile.

”What are you laughing at? If you sparred with Mr. Xiao, you’d be more pathetic than I am,” Qiu Kun grumbled bitterly.

”No, you guys are about the same to me,”

Lin Zheyu smiled indifferently, casually saying.

He wasn’t bragging; even Wu Yiyi, who had broken four shackles, was beaten by Lin Zheyu to the point of using a secret technique to escape.

Not to mention these two little ones who had just broken one shackle.

Bai Lin: ”...”

Qiu Kun: ”...”

Zong Linjing: ”...”

All three were speechless.

Comparing oneself to others can indeed be infuriating. They once thought they were top geniuses in the Martial Dao.

But compared to Lin Zheyu, they felt like they were nothing.

Comparing oneself to others can indeed be infuriating.

”Mr. Xiao, I’ve heard that geniuses who awaken spiritual divine techniques break through shackles at a startling pace.”