A quiet room.
Chen Sheng sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes slightly closed, his demeanor calm, and his entire being breathing steadily and deeply.
His back was straight, his hands forming a simple Seal Technique, with an extremely rhythmic flow between breaths.
This was indeed the martial arts breathing technique offered by the assassin Xu Kun, who attempted to kill him. It seemed simple, yet it held mystery, allowing for the quickest circulation of internal energy.
At this moment, while practicing the breathing technique, he recalled Xu Kun's words, as the complete martial arts framework emerged in his mind.
"In this realm, martial arts cultivation boils down to four words—True Strength of Blood Qi."
Chen Sheng clearly felt the surging blood within, like a slumbering beast, ready to awaken at any moment.
