Chapter 82: 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 pouch, and put them on.

Fortunately, this treasure existed—given Lu Cheng’s winter dampness, clothes hung indoors would leave one icy-cold upon waking.

“Next, try lowering the output power of the Ignition 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: “Charging Artifact Development Based on Lightning Summoning Spell.”

After fumbling into his clothes, Feng Xue sensed the ambient Qi concentration in the room—but before he could speak, 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 first, 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 circle over his body, rinsed his mouth with water, and called it done; as the Food Absorption Technique activated, his daily routine began.

Since yesterday’s accidental discovery of the concept of Ying-Wei Qi, Feng Xue paid extra attention to breakfast; as his focus sharpened, the “warm current” generated by the Food Absorption Technique became more finely detailed as it spread through his limbs and organs.

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 the Body Strengthening Technique.

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

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

He repeated this five times; even with the Food Absorption Technique’s aid, Feng Xue felt a slight fullness in his stomach and finally stopped eating, stepped outside, stood in the courtyard, and faced the winter sunrise and cold wind as he began standing Zhuang .

As his standing time increased, he gradually heard the drumbeat of his heartbeat, felt the pulsing of his arteries, sensed the rush of blood—this sensation was like pressing a seashell to the ear and hearing the tide’s ebb and flow.

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

“Is this… similar to ‘Inner Vision’?” As a web novel writer, Feng Xue immediately formed a corresponding hypothesis; though far less clear than true “Inner Vision,” it was at least “Inner Sensation” (Note ①).

“So this is what the static Zhuang ’s sensation of ‘blood and Qi’ feels like? But my cultivation is still shallow—I can only perceive ‘blood’; the ‘Qi’ flowing through the meridians remains elusive.”

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

“Indeed, this sensation matches the warm current from the Food Absorption Technique—the difference is that the Technique extracts energy, the Body Strengthening Technique absorbs it, and static Zhuang merely perceives it. Following this logic, dynamic Zhuang must involve guiding or controlling energy.”

Feng Xue pondered, applying this framework to yesterday’s concept of “Ying-Wei Circulation, Organs Generating Five Qi”—it fit perfectly. Whether it was truly accurate didn’t much concern him; the Emperor Neijing’s framework was essentially philosophical, not literal—Qi might not be Qi at all, but energy, nutrients, or blood circulation. If so, why couldn’t he fill this framework with content matching his own setting?

With any other power, he’d never dare this—but who else but him had a “Life Lock” as his external aid?

As long as you don’t die, push until you nearly do—that was his current logic; the more reckless, the better. Half-measures like partial paralysis or limb numbness were what he needed to avoid. If he truly became paralyzed? Let Mo Ying toss him onto a train engine and head to another world to find a solution.

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

Yet the beggar seemed unconcerned—he simply walked past mansion after mansion, dared not knock or ring bells, only bowed deeply whenever he saw someone, hoping for a few mouthfuls of food.

Lu Cheng County didn’t have many beggars, but they weren’t rare either; in this age, farmers had poor risk resilience—any small misfortune could bring 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 outer walls of brothels or opium dens to survive the winter.

But how many household masters rose early on such a freezing morning? And how many servants, already resentful of their labor, would willingly give alms? 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 rules—he had to move once daylight came; if he waited for others to drive him off, he might get beaten.

After receiving closed doors all morning, the beggar finally shuffled to Feng Xue’s gate, saw him standing in the courtyard, and immediately bowed low:

“Master, please, spare me a bite to eat…”

Though Feng Xue was immersed in the experience of standing Zhuang , he hadn’t lost all awareness—he heard the voice, kept his eyes closed, and glanced over his shoulder; seeing a beggar, he frowned slightly.

But this world had a Yin Bureau system—he couldn’t ignore whether it possessed concepts like Yin Virtue or Merit Points. Still, having heard too many stories of fake beggars before his transmigration, before granting alms, he activated the Heaven Lifespan Observation, intending to judge whether the beggar was genuine by observing how his own decision to give or withhold changed the beggar’s Yu Shou.

But…

“Wait—this guy has no Yang Shou at all!”

Note ①: In reality, early Zhuang practice’s perception of blood and Qi is merely the heightened sensation of blood flow after limbs go numb. Anyone who sits with their hand pressed under their buttocks for minutes and then pulls it out will feel the same blood flow. Realistic “Inner Vision” is simply a mental image built from 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 Zhuang 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 this sounds unimpressive when broken down, it’s essentially the same as being beaten daily and gradually learning how to dodge, or which body part to use for defense when evasion fails.

So don’t force your stance or stubbornly hold it. Ignore those who claim you must stand for a fixed time to gain results—that’s nonsense. Any Zhuang technique 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—it must be discovered and adapted through long-term practice. In manga terms, your body learns it—not by injecting yourself with anesthesia and standing for three days straight to match someone who naturally can.

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(End of Chapter)