??11: Chapter 11 Gentle Guidance (Additional update for Squad Leader Heige1973)
11: Chapter 11 Gentle Guidance (Additional update for Squad Leader Heige1973)
Sunburst Gang Branch, Bai Ziyue and Zhang Guoyi had just stepped in from the back.
Suddenly, Zhang Guoyi tugged at Bai Ziyue’s clothes, “It’s that Wang Jian.”
A tall and slender young man walked towards them, it was the sa Wang Jian who had relegated them to miscellaneous disciple status yesterday.
“Hello, senior brother.”
Although feeling unsatisfied internally, Bai Ziyue still obediently greeted him.
Zhang Guoyi, seeing Bai Ziyue’s reaction, quickly lowered his head, appearing respectful.
In a short ti, they had already witnessed the strict hierarchy within the Sunburst Gang, the status of miscellaneous disciples here was the lowest, and even formal disciples could beat and scold them without any repercussions.
Wang Jian glanced at the two briefly, completely ignoring them, and walked past as if they were invisible.
Seeing this, Bai Ziyue instead breathed a sigh of relief.
Being ignored by the other party seed better in his view.
If Wang Jian had stopped to reprimand them, it could have been trouble.
“Pah, despicable person.”
Only after Wang Jian left did Zhang Guoyi mutter a curse.
Bai Ziyue chuckled helplessly upon hearing this.
He understood that it was Zhang Guoyi’s way of venting.
From the very beginning, they had been unfairly treated, being assigned to the lowest rank of miscellaneous disciple after passing the examination, anyone would feel resentful.
However, Bai Ziyue knew they had no support here, even Uncle Ming had no authority in this place.
Keeping a low profile and enduring silently was the best course of action.
Once they grew stronger and gained confidence, there would naturally be a chance for revenge.
…
The black ointnt provided by the middle-aged physician was indeed very effective.
In just one or two hours, Bai Ziyue’s arm no longer felt much pain.
Although there was still so discomfort when touched, it no longer affected him significantly.
So, after having lunch in the branch cafeteria, he hurried to the training ground, found a corner, and started standing in the Zen ditation Posture.
As for Zhang Guoyi, he couldn’t stay put for more than an hour or two and left.
“Zen ditation Posture trains Qi and Blood, and trains power.
The power transmitted through Hong Gang’s Air Transmission was too advanced for , although it allowed
to sense the power cultivated by Zen ditation Posture, what I need to do first is to get my blood, or Qi and Blood, circulating in the way that power flows.
And the circulation of Qi and Blood should be driven by breathing.”
Bai Ziyue analyzed calmly.
The power transmitted through Air Transmission left a deep impression on him, but it was soone else’s power.
While he was familiar with its flow, producing power on his own was extrely difficult.
Therefore, he divided the practice of Zen ditation Posture into three steps according to his understanding.
First, control the rhythm of breathing, then master the direction of blood flow, and finally integrate everything to generate power.
“So…”
Standing in the Zen ditation Posture, Bai Ziyue thought carefully about the rhythm of the power’s vibration and then began to adjust his breathing continuously to align with that rhythm.
Breathe…
in…
Breathe…
out…
He didn’t know how much ti had passed, but at so point, Bai Ziyue’s breathing finally matched the vibration of the rembered power.
His breath gradually started to drive the blood within his body, causing it to vibrate and circulate throughout his entire body.
As a result, a trace of warmth began to erge from his body, and soon his whole body felt warm.
Even the pain in his shoulder was alleviated, and the soreness he felt while standing in the posture also vastly diminished at this mont.
“This is the feeling.”
Bai Ziyue’s eyes shone brightly.
Originally, he could only maintain the Zen ditation Posture for three to five minutes, but this ti he managed to persist for twenty minutes before he couldn’t hold it anymore and had to stop.
Na: Bai Ziyue
Power: 0.55 (cannot be enhanced)
Speed: 0.53 (cannot be enhanced)
Physique: 0.57 (cannot be enhanced)
Martial Arts: Zen ditation Posture (Uninitiated, cannot be enhanced)
Soul Energy: 795
“Just standing in the posture for twenty minutes has once again improved my physique, power, and speed.
I believe that if I continue practicing, it won’t be long before I can truly achieve the Entry Level of the Zen ditation Posture.”
Bai Ziyue’s confidence surged.
Previously, it was only through Hong Gang’s Air Transmission that his physique and power had seen a slight improvent.
Now, just by practicing the posture on his own, his physique directly increased by 0.05, power by 0.04, and even speed improved by 0.02, which was considerable progress.
“To achieve the Entry Level in Zen ditation Posture, one needs to remain still while standing in the posture until they sweat profusely and form water droplets.
Although I can’t do that yet, I can now generate warmth and feel warm all over.
Achieving Entry Level is just a matter of ti.”
Bai Ziyue felt calm and joyful.
Even though he didn’t know how long it would take to reach Entry Level, given that he was still a miscellaneous disciple with all kinds of work burdening him soon, significantly reducing his training ti.
But he understood that he was on the right path and did not need to endure the pain of Air Transmission again to practice Zen ditation Posture to the Entry Level.
Once he achieved Entry Level in Zen ditation Posture, he could use the power of Soul Energy for direct enhancent.
Small Success or even Great Success would no longer be far away.
During the next period, whenever Bai Ziyue got tired, he rested, and once he felt better, he resud standing in the posture.
As ti went by, the duration he could maintain the posture continued to extend.
The longest he managed was even a whole thirty minutes.
“Ziyue, Mr.
Qian is looking for us, it should be about the assignnt of miscellaneous disciples.”
As the sunset gradually fell, painting the sky with evening clouds, Zhang Guoyi found Bai Ziyue with a serious look on his face.
“Then let’s go.”
Bai Ziyue’s heart tightened as he hurriedly left the training ground with Zhang Guoyi.
“Mr.
Qian!”
The two arrived at Qian Ming’s courtyard.
“You’re here.” Qian Ming nodded to them and said, “Originally, we were short of people in this branch mansion, and I intended for you to stay here.
However, soone specifically asked not to see you here.
So, I can only send you two elsewhere.”
Shrugging, Qian Ming looked helpless.
“Who?”
Zhang Guoyi asked angrily.
Bai Ziyue frowned but remained silent.
“I told you yesterday that you’ve offended soone, and it seems I was right.”
Qian Ming smiled, his face’s scar becoming even more twisted.
“If you have any connections, I could help you work sothing out to stay here at the branch.
There would be more opportunities, wouldn’t there?
With so luck, getting recognized by a big shot isn’t impossible.”
Qian Ming continued to coax.
“Uncle Ming, Uncle Ming from our village is the Squad Leader at Qinghe Pier.”
Zhang Guoyi’s eyes lit up and he quickly spoke.
“Then it’s easy to handle.” Qian Ming clapped his hands and said, “If you can bring out five taels of silver, leveraging your Uncle Ming’s na and with my recomndation, I can keep you at the branch.”
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