Chapter 53

Slowly opening his eyes, Song Shuhang suddenly could no longer maintain his cross-legged sitting posture and, with a 'thud', fell straight back onto the ground.

"Eh? What’s going on? Senior Medicine Master, I just feel weak all over, unable to exert even a bit of strength?" Song Shuhang asked in confusion, unable to even move his fingers.

Medicine Master squatted beside Shuhang and poked him. "This is a very normal situation. It’s your first time cultivating the 'True Self Meditation Sutra,' and you didn’t control the degree of guiding the overflowing qi and blood into your body well. You were a bit greedy, and a little too much qi and blood entered your heart acupoint. This can cause a brief period of physical weakness. Don’t worry, you’ll recover in a few minutes. Remember, the next time you circulate the 'True Self Meditation Sutra,' leave a bit of the overflowing qi and blood. This can prevent unexpected physical weakness and is also better for your body."

"Ah, I see, hahaha." Song Shuhang lay on the scorching balcony floor, feeling extremely elated.

Finally… he had taken the first step towards becoming a cultivator.

A hundred days to lay the foundation, and with the help of the body-refining liquid, even with his ordinary talent, he should be able to complete the foundation-laying within a hundred days, right?

After completing the foundation-laying, what kind of abilities would he possess?

Talismans? Spells? Mystical powers? Earth diving, invisibility,千里眼 (千里眼 means 'thousand-mile eyes', which can be translated as 'clairvoyance')?

"By the way, Senior, my 'True Self' is just an ordinary me, sitting there with a smile. Does that mean I’m still just an ordinary 'mortal'?" Song Shuhang asked.

"Generally speaking, the 'True Self' is related to one’s identity and experiences. Since you’ve already been exposed to cultivation, your 'True Self' shouldn’t take the form of an ordinary mortal unless deep down you don’t believe in the existence of cultivation. Or… hmm, is your 'True Self' smiling in a very gentle, soothing way?" Medicine Master pondered and asked.

"Although it’s a bit embarrassing, it is indeed a smile that makes people feel very comfortable," Song Shuhang replied. After all, the 'True Self' is also me, so praising my own smile feels a bit shameful.

Medicine Master sighed with emotion. "Indeed, Shuhang, you are a good person."

"Eh? Senior, please don’t just hand out 'good person cards' to anyone!" Song Shuhang said, not that he minded the 'good person card,' but getting too many of them could make it hard to find a girlfriend.

"No, I mean your 'True Self' represents that you are a good person, Shuhang!" Medicine Master said firmly.

"…" Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched.

The 'True Self' could actually reflect such a state?

"Alright, Shuhang, you have now fully mastered the 'True Self Meditation Sutra' and the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique.' Especially the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique,' you performed it very well. Your punching stance almost made me think you had been practicing this fist technique for years. I have nothing more to teach you, so that’s it for today," Medicine Master said with a smile.

"Thank you for your guidance, Senior," Song Shuhang said gratefully.

Medicine Master: "No need to be so polite. Also, while I’m still in the Jiangnan area, if you have any questions about cultivation, come find me. Senior Beihai should have told you that when it comes to cultivation, don’t get stuck in a rut. Ask more and think more."

After saying this, he added, "Also, regarding the cultivation of the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique,' you should control the degree. When you feel really exhausted and can’t muster any strength, don’t force yourself to practice the 'Vajra Basic Fist Technique.' In your current state, even if you recover a bit, don’t practice the fist technique. After all, the foundation-laying fist technique is not a health-preserving technique but a powerful body-refining technique. A person’s 'qi and blood' are limited, and the daily recovery of qi and blood has an upper limit. Over-practicing can harm your body."

"I understand, and in my current state, even if I wanted to practice more, I can’t move," Song Shuhang laughed. He couldn’t even move a finger.

"Haha, you are a person with self-control, so I don’t need to say more," Medicine Master smiled. "Now, just lie here and recall the feelings when you performed the fist technique and the meditation. Recalling is also an important part of cultivation."

"Yes, Senior Medicine Master," Song Shuhang replied.

Medicine Master was very satisfied and waved at Song Shuhang. "Then, I’ll be off!"

As he spoke, his body turned into a beam of sword light and disappeared with a 'whoosh' in front of Song Shuhang. This must be the legendary 'flying light'?

"Wait, Senior!" Song Shuhang struggled to stretch out his hand and said bitterly, "Senior, you should at least… send me back to my dorm."

He was still lying on the scorching rooftop!

It was around 5:30 PM, and the sun in June was still shining brightly and warmly.

The round sun seemed to be asking Song Shuhang: Lying on the rooftop, Song Shuhang, do you want to be seven-tenths cooked? Eight-tenths cooked? Or fully cooked?

"Unfortunate!" Song Shuhang sighed.

He would get heatstroke, and if he stayed under the sun for a bit longer, he would turn into a dried Song Shuhang, ready to be cut into pieces and sold by weight.

At this moment, Song Shuhang really hoped a kind person would come to the rooftop and help him. He would be eternally grateful.

"Also, there’s one important thing I forgot. I didn’t get a chance to ask Senior Medicine Master if there’s a way to find the person who was investigating me," Song Shuhang said gloomily.

But Medicine Master had already left, so he could only wait until the next time they met. If necessary, he could call and ask.

After all, he had Medicine Master’s phone number, and if anything happened, he could immediately seek help from Medicine Master.

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While Song Shuhang was thinking, perhaps the gods in the heavens heard his prayers—footsteps could be heard from the rooftop entrance.

"Eh? Why is the rooftop door open today?" a low male voice said.

Song Shuhang’s heart immediately brightened, and he was about to call out for help.

At this moment, a female voice said, "Isn’t this… perfect? Let’s go to the rooftop. We’ve never tried it there before. It must be very exciting."

"I was thinking the same thing, but be careful. It wouldn’t be good if someone saw us," the man said as he pushed open the rooftop door.

"Wouldn’t it be even more exciting if someone saw us?" the woman seemed very relaxed.

Song Shuhang decisively closed his mouth and gave up the idea of seeking help—this was a pair of outdoor lovers, making him feel all sorts of envy and resentment.

The couple, who should have been burned by the FFF group, chose the other side of the rooftop. They didn’t notice Song Shuhang lying on the ground on the other side.

After choosing their spot, the two began their battle like martial arts experts.

Song Shuhang sighed, closed his eyes, and slowly recovered his strength. He could still hear the sounds of the two experts’ battle.

After a while, the weakness finally faded.

Shuhang struggled to get up from the ground, his limbs weak as he slowly walked towards the rooftop entrance.

"Right, that junior or senior seemed to say that it would be very exciting if someone saw them?" Song Shuhang pinched his chin and muttered to himself.

He felt it was necessary to fulfill their wish.

Because his 'True Self' told him that the man named Song Shuhang was a helpful person!

It’s just a small effort, so why not help this senior fulfill her wish?

"Can’t help it, who am I to be a good person?" Song Shuhang said, leaning against the rooftop wall, he peeked out to the other side of the rooftop.

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