Chapter 14

Luo En knew this was the critical moment; during the last body tempering, this energy almost tore him apart.

But this time, he had already mastered the essentials.

Taking a deep breath, he began to try to guide this violent energy with the unique rhythm of the "Corona Breathing Method."

At first, this power was still difficult to control, raging in the meridians like a raging fire.

But with the adjustment of breathing, those violent energies gradually calmed down and began to run along specific tracks.

【Perfect guidance rhythm detected

Control degree: High

Extra attribute increase obtained: Physique +0.2】

【Physique: 1.2 → 1.4】

Just as the energy was about to be completely guided into the meridians, Luo En suddenly felt something strange.

In his perception, those flowing energies seemed to form some kind of pattern, like a miniature sun, slowly rotating in his body.

This reminded him of the illusion he saw during the first body tempering, but this time, the scene was clearer, and he could even feel some deep meaning contained within it.

"Focus." Andre's voice suddenly became serious, "You should be able to see something now..."

Indeed, in Luo En's perception, that sun was not just a pattern, but more like the embodiment of some kind of law.

Its rotation method was perfectly consistent with the rhythm of the "Corona Breathing Method."

【Special perception unlocked: Sunday Rhythm -

Understanding of Yang energy slightly increased -

Meridian strength slightly increased -

"Corona Breathing Method" skill training speed slightly increased】

"So that's it..." Luo En finally understood something.

The reason this breathing method is called the "Corona Breathing Method" is not only because it can guide energy similar to the sun, but also because it itself is imitating the law of the sun's operation.

When the last trace of energy completely merged into the meridians, Luo En slowly opened his eyes. He found Andre looking at him with a strange look.

"You..." Andre seemed to want to say something, but hesitated: "Saw the Sunday pattern?"

Luo En nodded: "Not only saw it, but also felt the laws within it."

"It's really unbelievable." Andre's expression became complex:

"Even I only had this realization after practicing to the second stage, you actually..."

He didn't finish, but Luo En understood what he meant; this understanding of the essence of the breathing method was far more meaningful than simply completing body tempering.

………………

On the way back to the dormitory area, Luo En had been pondering the experience of today.

That glowing star grass, the reason he was able to maintain its activity, was entirely because he inadvertently used the rhythm of the "Corona Breathing Method" when organizing it.

Every breathing guidance would let the energy in the herbs flow with a specific rhythm.

"What are you thinking about?" Andre's voice interrupted his thoughts.

"I'm thinking..." Luo En stopped, thinking of that bottle of artificial star dew:

"Do all extraordinary powers have their specific 'rhythm'?"

"What do you mean?"

"Just like star grass will maintain activity with a specific rhythm, Scorching Essential Oil also needs to cooperate with the rhythm of the breathing method to be effective."

Luo En explained, "Then mental power, could it also..."

Andre became interested: "You mean, if you can find the 'rhythm' of mental power, perhaps you can speed up meditation?"

"At least it's worth a try." Luo En nodded, "Madam Ellen said today she would teach me how to configure simple potions, perhaps I can get some inspiration from it."

While talking, the two had already arrived at the dormitory area.

Just stepping onto the steps, they heard a burst of hurried footsteps.

A girl dressed in gorgeous but slightly messy clothes hurried past them, the rich perfume covering the slight smell of fishiness and sweat.

Luo En recognized that it was one of the candidate apprentices who came with them, Emily.

According to her self-introduction, she seemed to be a noble lady from a duke's family.

But at this moment, this daughter of a duke was like a hostess in some special occasion, her collar wide open, her exquisite makeup somewhat messy, and a trace of crimson at the corner of her mouth.

Seeing Luo En and Andre, Emily's face flushed, she reached out to cover her face lightly, and hurried away around the corner of the corridor.

"Another one." Andre revealed a look of disdain: "Three people have chosen this path this month."

"What do you mean?"

"You don't know?" Andre looked at Luo En's confused expression:

"Apprentices who pass the assessment have the right to recruit servants. For those who see no hope, relying on an apprentice in advance is not necessarily a... way out."

His tone carried a bit of sarcasm:

"Emily went to Apprentice Marcus in Tower 3; it is said that guy particularly likes to collect these 'beauty servants', and already has five or six."

Luo En finally understood; he noticed a trace of gloom suddenly appearing on Andre's face:

"Speaking of which, Marcus has been researching some kind of curse magic for mental power extraction with his twin brother recently, and it is said that a servant has become an idiot because of this."

He paused, his voice low: "But even so, people still rush forward one after another. In the Black Mist Forest, being able to stay is already the greatest luxury for many people."

Luo En was silent; this is the world of wizards—the strong have the power of life and death over the weak, and this hierarchical concept has long been deeply rooted in the bones.

"But having said that," Andre restrained his emotions a little:

"You found a good path; Madam Ellen is strict, but at least..."

He didn't finish, but Luo En understood what he meant; the old witch looked terrifying, but in fact, judging from the contact in the past two days, she was already extremely kind.

"Speaking of this." Luo En remembered that bottle of artificial star dew and started to make small talk: "Why would Apprentice Holter give me such a precious potion?"

"Probably because he took a fancy to your talent." Andre shrugged:

"In the Black Mist Forest, no favor will be without a reason. In the future, if you successfully promote, perhaps you will have to pay a corresponding return."

Any gift given by fate has already been secretly marked with a price.

Luo En nodded; he knew the significance behind this "gift" well.