Chapter 651: Awakening the Qi Sense!

The night wind brushed the Wu Tong tree's leaves, producing a fine rustling.

Jiang Feng just stepped onto the second floor, was about to lie down, paused slightly, and glanced toward the doorway.

Someone arrived.

Footsteps halted at the small building's entrance, fell silent for a few breaths, as if building some mental resolve.

Then she raised her hand and gently knocked twice on the door.

Jiang Feng didn't rise; a slight thought passed through his mind, and the wooden door opened silently on its own.

Outside, Lin Yanqian was still holding the knocking posture; when the door suddenly opened, her hand froze mid‑air, her face first surprised then relieved.

She recalled that her master was a Martial Sovereign, and the methods that seemed incomprehensible to her were merely commonplace to a being of this level.

Lin Yanqian steadied herself and walked in.

In the living room a warm‑yellow floor lamp glowed; Jiang Feng sat on the sofa, relaxed, holding the book he had just flipped through, and lifted his eyes to look at her.

Lin Yanqian stood before him, hands clasped in front, head slightly lowered, her voice bearing the respect of a junior to a senior.

"Master."

Jiang Feng set the book aside and spoke lightly.

"Have you dealt with those people outside?"

Lin Yanqian gave a wry smile and shook her head.

"My parents are handling it. After the banquet dispersed, those people didn't hurry to leave; they each pulled my father into conversation. My father's face flushed, his voice a few decibels louder than usual, so I slipped out first."

Jiang Feng nodded slightly, offering no comment.

Lin Yanqian paused, pressed her lips together, as if hesitating to speak.

But in the end she sat opposite him, hands resting on her knees.

She looked at Jiang Feng, her gaze carrying a serious yet puzzled expression.

"Master, I have something to ask you."

"Speak."

"Why does the apprenticeship ceremony have to be so formal? I thought offering a cup of tea would suffice, yet such a grand display was made—All Five Great Families of Tianzhou attended, and the Linghu Family even presented such a heavy gift."

Her brows furrowed slightly, and after a long hesitation she spoke slowly.

"And… why am I now a Kunlun Disciple? I recall you said it was a named Disciple, but when that Jade Pendant was presented, everyone assumed I had already entered Kunlun's gate."

She paused, as if finally spilling the words that had been weighing on her heart.

"Master, I am only a Doctor, trained since childhood to heal and save lives. I took you as master to learn your medical art, to learn how you use those methods to rescue someone on the brink of death."

"But cultivation, Kunlun… those are too far for me. I don't even know what Qi is; how could I become a Kunlun Disciple?"

She spoke earnestly, without any affectation, her gaze fixed on Jiang Feng, awaiting his reply.

Jiang Feng looked into her eyes and fell silent for a few breaths.

Then he smiled—a smile that truly carried a hint of admiration.

"That is why I chose to take you."

Lin Yanqian was startled for a moment.

Jiang Feng sat up a little straighter on the sofa and said to her.

"Kunlun does not accept those seeking profit. Many wish to join Kunlun for a technique, for an elixir, or for the name. They treat cultivation as a ladder to climb."

"Even with great talent, Kunlun will not take such people."

He paused, his tone flat yet earnest.

"But you are different. You want to study medicine, and that's all you study. Your mind is pure, focused on a single purpose. People like you are what Kunlun seeks."

Lin Yanqian blinked, a little unable to digest it.

Jiang Feng continued, his words growing somewhat stern.

"Moreover, you have a misconception. Who says studying medicine precludes cultivation?"

Jiang Feng glanced at Lin Yanqian, and a Golden Needle instantly materialized in his hand.

"Medicine and martial arts are cultivated together; medical art and the martial path have never been wholly separate. Some illnesses, without martial cultivation, cannot be cured even with advanced medicine. Take the Fire Poison you previously faced; ordinary medicine cannot reach the lesion. Yet if you practice the martial path and have Qi, you can pull that poison out from its root."

He glanced at Lin Yanqian, his tone imbued with certainty.

"The crucial point is that your constitution suits cultivation. Having entered Kunlun from childhood, you are already at the Tianren Realm Peak."

Lin Yanqian opened her mouth, then swallowed the words back.

Jiang Feng saw through her doubt, gave no further explanation, and took a small Jade Seal from his chest.

The Jade Seal was only half a palm in size, entirely emerald, its surface etched with fine patterns that glimmered faintly in the light.

He tossed it casually; the Jade Seal traced an arc and settled steadily in Lin Yanqian's palm.

"What's recorded inside is one of Kunlun's three supreme techniques, the Purple Jade Qingfeng Technique. Since you're here, we can test just how far your talent has progressed."

The moment she grasped the Jade Seal, Lin Yanqian felt a chilling aura spread from her palm, coursing up her arm to her whole body.

Like a clear spring flowing from the hand into the body, it drifted slowly through the Meridians, washing over places she had never noticed.

Her mind instantly filled with many characters, those characters alive, arranging themselves in clear sentences within her awareness, each describing a system she had never encountered.

The pathways of Qi circulation.

The method of entering meditation.

Those characters seemed imprinted on her mind, absurdly clear.

Subconsciously she closed her eyes and began to try according to the description.

She understood nothing, comprehended nothing, yet followed an instinctive pull, focusing her attention on the dantian, feeling the coolness flowing from the Jade Seal gather, swirl, and solidify there.

Jiang Feng gave a faint smile, then closed his eyes, as if in meditation.

Yet in reality his spiritual awareness continuously enveloped Lin Yanqian, perceiving every subtle change within her body.

Time passed minute by minute, second by second.

The living room was so quiet that only the floor lamp's faint hum and the wind outside the Window remained.

Lin Yanqian sat There, cradling the Jade Seal in both hands, while the aura around her was undergoing an extremely subtle change.

At first, only her Breath became deeper, then her heartbeat began to slow.

Then, the air around her seemed disturbed by something and began to drift gently.

The direction of the air currents was orderly, converging from all sides toward her body, as if countless invisible fine streams circled and spiraled around her surface, then seeped into her body through her Wool pores.

It was an extremely fine, extremely gentle change; without a cultivator whose perception was exceedingly sharp, it would go completely unnoticed.

But Jiang Feng sensed it.

He suddenly opened his eyes.

His gaze fell on Lin Yanqian, then turned to glance at the old wall clock.

Half an hour.

From one None to developing a Qi sensation, she only took half an hour.

Jiang Feng leaned on the sofa, watching Lin Yanqian's calm face, which bore a faint Weak sheen from her meditation, and murmured softly.

"This girl's talent... is better than I imagined."