As the conversation flowed, they delved into various theories and points about body cultivation. Tang Zi spoke of the importance of maintaining balance, the role of meditation in harmonizing body and mind, and the significance of understanding one’s limits while constantly pushing beyond them.
Eventually, Tang Zi’s gaze grew more intense as he scrutinized Kent. “Do you practice any physique-improving manual?”
Kent hesitated, recalling the precious manual he had stored away. “Yes, Master. I have something.”
Intrigued, Tang Zi watched as Kent used his aura to pull the storage ring from the freshwater well nearby. The ring floated towards them, and Kent reached out, taking it in his hand. He carefully retrieved a strange manual, its pages made of golden leaves bound by a golden thread.
“Master,” Kent began, holding out the manual, “I got this Storm God Tyrant Physique manual from the inheritance ground. Is it good for me to practice these scriptures?”
Tang Zi’s eyes widened in surprise as he took the manual. He carefully opened it, reading the contents written on the first two leaves. His hands began to shake as he realized the significance of what he held.
“This… this is a 9-stage Demi-God rank physique. It’s an incredible treasure.”
Tang Zi hurriedly passed the manual back to Kent, his tone urgent and slightly shaken. “Do not ever show this to anyone, including trusted people. Understand?”
Kent nodded, sensing the gravity of Tang Zi’s words. “I understand, Master.”
Tang Zi’s mind raced with envy and awe. “If I had this scripture in my youth,” he thought, “I could have won the war against the Quinn family of the 7th realm.” He sighed heavily, shaking his head to dispel the lingering regret.
“This manual is a blessing,” Tang Zi said aloud, his voice filled with determination. “You must practice this physique from now onwards. It will guide you to heights you’ve never imagined.”
Kent felt a surge of excitement and responsibility. “I will, Master. I promise to dedicate myself fully to this path.”
Tang Zi placed a firm hand on Kent’s shoulder, his expression resolute. “I will do my best to help you achieve the Tyrant Physique in the shortest time possible. Your potential is immense, and with this manual, you can become truly formidable.”
Kent’s heart swelled with gratitude and resolve. “Thank you, Master. I won’t let you down.”
Tang Zi smiled, a rare warmth in his eyes. “I know you won’t. Now, let’s get to work. From now on, your duty is to study the Storm God Tyrant Physique manual during the night. During the day, I will prepare the everything for your training.”
Kent nodded, absorbing the weight of his master’s words. “Yes, Master.”
“To become a perfect mage, you need to meditate on your inner being, train your body, combat for sense, absorb treasures and natural forces into your body, and face trials to quickly adapt to your growth. Never give up.
Now, read the first stage of the Storm God Tyrant Physique and tell me what you need to do.”
Kent sat under the ancient whitewood tree, the Storm God Tyrant Physique manual open on his lap. His master, Tang Zi, approached, carrying various herbs, glowing liquids, and tree sap. He began mixing them into the fresh water pond nearby.
Tang Zi meticulously added ingredients to the pond, causing it to glow an emerald green. The transformation of the water was mesmerizing, its surface shimmering under the fading daylight.
After an hour, Kent stood and approached Tang Zi, who was finishing his work at the pond.
“Master, the first stage is Thunder Awakening,” Kent said. “It allows me to harness the power of thunder. My physical senses and reflexes will be enhanced, and I can generate small electrical currents.”
Tang Zi looked up, nodding with approval. “Good. What must you do to achieve this stage?”
“The scriptures state that I must meditate under a heavy storm with thunder for three days and nights, absorbing the lightning energy willingly.”
Tang Zi stroked his chin thoughtfully. “I know a place. But for tonight, you will practice meditating on your inner being while sitting in this pond. The mixture I’ve created will help attune your body to the natural energy.”
Kent’s eyes widened. “In the pond?”
“Yes,” Tang Zi confirmed. “The herbs and liquids I’ve added will aid in your meditation and prepare your body for the lightning absorption. Sit in the center and focus on your breathing. Let the energy of the pond seep into your skin.”
Kent approached the pond, its green glow casting an ethereal light on his face. He stepped into the water, feeling a tingle run up his legs. As he sat down, the energy enveloped him, a soothing yet invigorating sensation.
Tang Zi watched his pupil with a critical eye. “Clear your mind and attune to the energy around you.”
Kent closed his eyes, taking deep breaths. The cool water lapped against his skin, the herbal concoction working its magic. He could feel the energy slowly permeating his body, enhancing his senses.
The night was still, the only sounds being the rustling of leaves and the gentle lapping of water. Kent’s breathing became rhythmic, his body relaxed yet alert. He could sense the small electrical currents starting to form within him.
Tang Zi remained nearby, occasionally glancing at the sky. He knew the storm they needed was crucial for Kent’s progress.
As the night deepened, Kent remained in his meditative state, the pond’s energy continuing to work on his body.
Hours passed, and the first light of dawn began to creep over the horizon. Kent opened his eyes, feeling a renewed sense of strength and clarity. He stepped out of the pond, his body buzzing with energy.
Tang Zi approached him. “How do you feel?”
“A cold current still moving inside,” Kent replied.
“That’s good. It’s symptoms of your internal organs reacting to the treasure liquid. Now, get ready, we will move to a special place.” Tang Zi said while staring at the distant sky.
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