In his Lower Dantian, the Yan Xiaobao replica continually absorbed the essence of heaven and earth, refining it through the ridians. At the sa ti, the replica in his Middle Dantian absorbed an unusual trace, further refining it into liquid silver energy that fell into his spiritual energy sea. The spiritual energy sea was slowly rising.
Although these two Dantians were steadily improving, by the ti he joined the King Team, Yan Xiaobao’s internal energy had already expanded greatly. However, Wu Wei was an entirely different matter. Wu Wei could only be refined through the combination of Yin Energy and Yang Energy. Filtering Yin Yang Energy from the essence of heaven and earth was sothing Yan Xiaobao had to do manually, just like the cultivation base he had built; however, if he overlooked the energies, his Upper Dantian People would not refine any energy on their own.
As Yan Xiaobao manually filtered the energy, he noticed a tranquil sensation enveloping him. With his newfound mastery over the blue cloud, the cloud rolled outward again. The cloud surrounding him increased the density of the heaven and earth energy around the young white-haired man, allowing him to soak in more Yin Energy under the moon’s gentle light.
This night, like many others, found the young man completely imrsed in his training. Oblivious to his surroundings, two shadows suddenly crept up behind him. They patrolled the room briefly and vanished into the darkness without leaving a trace.
When the next morning ca, Yan Xiaobao awakened feeling refreshed. Yet, he was deeply disappointed with the amount of energy he had cultivated overnight. It felt so insignificant that breakthrough seed like an eternal endeavor. Though he had skyrocketed from the first Constant Star to the eighth, he finally understood the sheer quantity of Yin Yang Energy required to advance a single star. Beyond the astonishing amount needed, he also had to grasp the fundantals of balancing all energies within his body—an effort he had never undertaken before. Balancing energy was no easy feat.
A King-level expert constantly increased their Qi and spiritual energy. Although Yan Xiaobao’s primary energy was now composed of Wu Wei, he still refined both Qi and spiritual energy alongside Wu Wei. These energies were critical in maintaining harmony.
Achieving balance between one’s energies required consistency in Qi that matched previous refinent levels. Reaching higher levels did not an Qi could be more easily perfected; refinent could not afford to beco slower or less pure compared to before. The sa applied to spiritual energy, as Yan Xiaobao recognized that even the slightest negligence could disrupt balance, resulting in energies becoming less pure. If this imbalance occurred, progress would beco even more arduous.
Maintaining balance among the body’s different energies was the reason Kings found it nearly impossible to ascend to Emperor-level. While Kings were rare, their numbers far exceeded those of Emperors. Becoming an Emperor necessitated achieving perfect energy balance. Additionally, one had to patiently refine all Yin Yang Energy, gradually rging it to overco bottlenecks.
Upon awakening, Yan Xiaobao felt disheartened by his inability to refine more martial power during the daylight hours. Yet amidst his disappointnt, he sharply realized that he had already received every bit of aid his past life could offer. Though Yan Xiaobao found his cultivation rate unimpressive, it was undoubtedly faster than any other cultivator in the present. If soone else experienced his cultivation speed, they would likely be overjoyed rather than wear the frustrated expression currently on Yan Xiaobao’s face. This young man was captivated by the capabilities of monks.
Yan Xiaobao sighed, stood up, and resolved not to waste further ti contemplating the balance of his internal energy. Instead, he walked to his desk, where he picked up various docunts. After frowning while inspecting them, he nodded in satisfaction and placed the papers back into storage. Yan Xiaobao then left his room and headed toward the city gates.
The city was bustling, even though it was still early. Bakers, ssenger boys, and other workers filled the streets on their morning errands. As he crossed the empty streets, Yan Xiaobao felt a thrill at the thought of how the army would respond to his training thods. He hoped the guards would embrace the training ant for soldiers, though everything had been designed specifically for this purpose. Smiling, the young man dashed through the city and headed outward, where all the guards and commanders awaited him. But as Yan Xiaobao approached the city gates, he was surprised to find no guards present. The tent camp was empty once again. Yet, the closer he got to the arena, the more he could hear voices chatting together, signaling he was nearing the guards’ location.
Upon reaching the arena, the guards stood assembled in formation. The first row comprised Wan Gu’s ten thousand soldiers, along with others belonging to Pan Long. Ordinary soldiers were lined up neatly, with one thousand n per row, commanded by their leaders at the front. While everyone was chatting, silence fell as soon as Yan Xiaobao was spotted. Not a single word was spoken, but curiosity filled the eyes of all. The rumors about his feats from the previous day had spread throughout every corner of the army. Everyone wondered whether this young man truly possessed God-like abilities capable of forcing an uninjured opponent into submission.
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