Chapter 63: My God Mode Is Broken?

Morning sunlight streamed through the window, falling on Feng Xue's face; as the alarm rang, he mustered great resolve to break free from the cotton blanket, took out clothes from the Hu Tian Bag and put them on.

Fortunately for this treasure—given Lu Cheng's winter dampness, clothes hung in the room would leave you freezing cold by morning.

"Next, try lowering the output power of the Call Fire Spell—see if I can develop a Warm Garment Spell or a Heating Spell artifact."

Feng Xue, still clinging to his writer's habits, pulled out a notebook at random and jotted down the idea; above this entry was written "Development of a Charging Device Based on the Call Lightning Spell."

After fumbling into his clothes, Feng Xue sensed the ambient Qi concentration in the room—but before he could speak, Seeing Mo Ying swallowed the residual Qi like a whale, then drifted to his side, looking as if to say, "I know what you want me to do."

Feng Xue merely smiled, picked up the scroll from beside the bed, tucked it into his chest, and opened the door.

"Knew you'd be waking up soon—go wash up, breakfast'll be ready in a moment!"

Liu Yunxi's voice came from nearby; Feng Xue didn't care whether she could see him or not—he just nodded to himself, pulled out the jade tablet inscribed with 【Pure】, channeled magical energy to swirl it over his body, rinsed his mouth with water, and called his morning hygiene done; as the Food Absorption Technique activated, his daily routine began.

Since yesterday's accidental discovery of the concept of Nutritive-Defensive Qi, Feng Xue paid extra attention to breakfast; as his focus sharpened, the "warm current" generated by the Food Absorption Technique became finer, more distinct as it spread through his limbs and trunk.

To prevent this sensation from fading, Feng Xue stood after a few bites, and amid Liu Yunxi's bewildered expression—"The food's fine today, isn't it?"—he began practicing Body Strengthening Art.

As the movements—like a calisthenics routine—unfolded, the fine threads of warmth began merging into his body, gradually vanishing; yet Feng Xue still faintly held onto a trace of sensation.

Without hesitation, he sat down again, gorged himself once more; when the warm current rose, he resumed Body Strengthening Art.

He repeated this five times; even with the Food Absorption Technique's boost, Feng Xue felt a slight fullness in his stomach and finally stopped eating, stepped outside, stood in the courtyard, and faced the winter morning sun and cold wind, assuming the Standing Post stance.

As his standing time increased, he gradually began to hear the drumbeat of his heartbeat, feel the pulsing of his arteries, sense the rush of blood—this sensation was like pressing a seashell to your ear and hearing the tide's ebb and flow.

Within this perception, Feng Xue gradually developed a blind-man-feeling-elephant sensation—as if, riding the flow of blood, he was sensing the arrangement of his internal vessels.

"Is this… similar to 'Inner Vision'?" As a web novel writer, Feng Xue immediately had a corresponding hypothesis; though far less clear than true "Inner Vision," it was at least "Inner Touch" (Note ①).

"So this is what the 'Qi-Blood' sensation of Still Post is? But my cultivation is still shallow—I can only perceive 'Blood'; the 'Qi' flowing through the meridians remains elusive."

Feng Xue continuously adjusted his posture according to the manual's instructions, aligning with his breath and pulse rhythm, cycling his muscles between relaxation and tension, slowly feeling the warmth carried by blood through his vessels to every limb and organ.

"Indeed, this sensation matches the warm current from the Food Absorption Technique—the difference is: Food Absorption extracts energy, Body Strengthening absorbs energy, Still Post perceives energy; following this logic, Moving Post must be about guiding or controlling energy."

Feng Xue pondered, applying this logic to yesterday's observation of "Nutritive-Defensive Circulation, Organs Generate Five Qi"—it fit perfectly; whether it was truly accurate didn't much concern him, since the Emperor Neijing framework was essentially philosophical—Qi needn't be Qi; it could be energy, nutrients, or blood circulation; if so, why couldn't he fill this logical framework with content matching his setting?

With another power-up, he likely wouldn't dare this—but who else but him had a Lock-Life power-up?

As long as you don't die, push until you drop—that was his current logic; or rather, the more reckless, the better; half-measures like partial paralysis or limb numbness were what he needed to avoid; if he truly became paralyzed… well, then let Seeing Mo Ying toss him onto a train head and find another world for a fix!

As Feng Xue pondered these dangerously reckless thoughts, a ragged figure appeared on the street—his face etched with misery, clothes worn and aged, reeking of an unpleasant old-man odor; passersby, rich or poor, instinctively avoided him.

Yet the beggar seemed unconcerned, merely walking past mansion after mansion, never knocking or ringing bells—only bowing deeply when he saw someone, hoping for a few mouthfuls of food.

Lu Cheng County didn't have many beggars, but they weren't rare either; these days, farmers had poor risk resilience—a small accident at home could easily lead to famine; wealthier villages might have neighbors offer aid, but most had no choice but to come to the city for scraps—worst case, they could huddle against the warm walls of brothels or opium dens to survive winter.

But how many household masters rose early at this hour? How many servants, forced to work in the bitter cold, didn't harbor resentment? If the master was kind, fine—but what right did a servant have to be charitable? And if you give today, what do you do when they return tomorrow?

Yet the beggar understood the game—he had to move once daylight came; if he waited for someone to drive him off, he might get beaten.

After a long day of closed doors, the beggar finally shuffled to Feng Xue's gate; seeing Feng Xue standing in the courtyard, he immediately bowed low:

"Master, please, spare me a bite to eat…"

Though Feng Xue was immersed in the sensations of Standing Post, he hadn't lost all awareness; hearing the voice, he didn't open his eyes, merely glanced over his shoulder—seeing a beggar, he frowned slightly.

But this world had a Yin Bureau system; Feng Xue couldn't ignore whether it had concepts like Yin Virtue or Merit; yet, haunted by too many stories of fake beggars before his transmigration, before granting alms, he activated Heaven's Lifespan View, intending to judge whether the beggar was real by observing whether his own decision to give changed the beggar's remaining lifespan.

But…

"Wait—this guy has no Yang Lifespan at all!"

Note ①: In reality, early Standing Post perception of Qi-Blood is merely the heightened sensation of blood flow after your limbs go numb; anyone who sits with their hand under their butt for minutes and then pulls it out feels the same rush. Realistic "Inner Vision" is simply constructing a mental image of one's body based on this impression (not precise, grasp the essence). With practice, one gradually develops Qi sensation—but this feels like psychological suggestion and has little practical use.

The true purpose of Standing Post is that, through this numbness, one slowly adjusts posture and movement to reduce strain on legs and waist, gaining greater balance and coordination—the stable lower body sought in traditional martial arts.

Though broken down it sounds weak, it's essentially the same as being beaten daily and gradually learning how to dodge, or where to block when you can't avoid it.

So don't force your horse stance, don't stubbornly hold it; ignore those who claim you must stand for a fixed time to benefit—that's nonsense. Any Standing Post is a gradual, adaptive process; the key isn't duration, but skillful adjustments that let you stand longer.

This varies by individual body structure and cannot be standardized; one must discover and adapt through long-term practice. In manga terms, your body learns—it's not about injecting yourself with anesthesia and standing for three days to match the training effect of someone who naturally stands that long.

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