Nanhuang Daoist School, front yard open space, Qin Shi brought over a long bench and sipped on energy liquid while instructing Zhou Ning on stance training.
"Stand firm, Little Zhou. Your legs can't hold steady; how do you expect to fight in the ring later? If someone attacks your lower body, you'll fall over!"
Zhou Ning was drenched in sweat, his thigh muscles quivering like jelly, as weak as two strands of noodles swaying.
He was practicing the Nanhuang Daoist School's "Cultivation Furnace" stance, with third rank breathing from bottom to top, guiding life force to the chest, then through the heartbeat, pumping it to the rest of the body.
Every time his breathing slacked, unable to integrate with the body's vibration, Qin Shi would remind him with a shout.
"Tighten your core, expand your torso, imagine your breath as a flow of water, drawing external energy into your body..."
The subtle changes within Zhou Ning's body couldn't escape the "farseer vision" of Qin Shi.
