My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 315 - 241: Vision of Breaking Meridian and Special Autumn Clothes_2

Chapter 315: Chapter 241: Vision of Breaking Meridian and Special Autumn Clothes_2

Zhao Rong’s right hand fingers trembled slightly as he switched hands, expressionlessly handing the paper filled with the character "正" to the stern woman in front of him.

Yu Huaijin frowned slightly as she received the completed assignment and fifty "正" characters from Fan Yushu, then pursed her lips and cast a glance at Zhao Rong; she thought for a moment but said nothing more.

Yu Huaijin turned around and began to dismantle the new Ritual Formation she had set up in the courtyard, a soundproofing arrangement she had crafted that afternoon while Zhao Rong was practicing the qin. Without this formation to block the variations in Zhao Rong’s "melodious qin music," it was likely that the students from the other buildings would have formed a queue to enthusiastically pay a visit to the East Fence Small House.

The most helpless thing for Yu Huaijin was that, for the same fifty "正" characters and the same qin piece played two hundred and fifty times, Zhao Rong managed to play a completely different tune every time, or rather, one could say two hundred and fifty different styles—or in fact, no style at all. This could be described as truly...

In Fan Yushu’s solemn words from the afternoon, "Brother Ziyu’s fingering technique is marvelous, Teng Ying and I are far from comparable. Such profound skill could probably only be achieved by hanging grains of rice across seven qin strings and letting a quite spirited chicken walk on them."

In front of the courtyard gate, Yu Huaijin stood poised to leave, taking a few steps before pausing in her tracks and turning back to look at Zhao Rong, hesitating to speak.

After a moment of silence, she looked him earnestly in the eyes and spoke,

"Brother Zhao, do not be discouraged. That last rendition was already... already showing great improvement. As long as you are sincere and persevere, things will eventually get better. Do not give up so easily, Brother Zhao."

Fan Yushu nodded in agreement, "Yes, yes, Ziyu, do not be impatient. Practice slowly. We still have plenty of time. After all, looking at the current situation, there isn’t a chicken yet that can surpass you."

Yu Huaijin frowned, and Fan Yushu, with his back to her, didn’t turn his head, promptly closing his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

Zhao Rong remained calm, looking at Yu Huaijin’s face that seemed forever rigid and unsmiling, he nodded gently, "Thank you for your efforts, Senior Yu."

Yu Huaijin shook her head without making a sound.

She took a step back, dusted off her sleeves, and gave a formal bow, "I apologize for the disturbance today, Brothers Zhao, Fan, and Teng. I take my leave."

The four exchanged formal salutations outside the door and then went their separate ways.

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Zhao Rong returned to the north room, but he did not immediately open the door.

He stopped in his tracks, standing still with his arms folded in front of the door. As the sound of the south room’s door closing reached him, Zhao Rong still did not move.

The night was silent; within the small building, the unknown chirping of insects from the vegetable fields resonated through the courtyard.

Suddenly, Zhao Rong raised his hand and looked down at his still trembling fingers, his eyebrows coming together slightly as he sensed the Innate Primordial Qi that had been acting up since the afternoon in his body.

Zhao Rong closed his eyes.

Within the complex network of meridians in his body, the usually quiet and obedient "crimson little snake" was irritable today. Emitting "blood light," it rampaged through the meridians and appeared to be establishing a momentum that grew fiercer by the moment, as if it were about to transform into a defiant blood dragon of the Great River, surging upstream, determined to smash through all the meridian checkpoints that stood in its way.

It had been four days since the last time he broke through his meridians. Logically, each breakthrough should weaken the Innate Primordial Qi for a few days, and indeed it was time for it to have recovered. Yet, why had it been so extraordinary today, as if it had taken a drug, significantly more potent than the effects of Qi Nan agarwood he had initially consumed?

Currently at the Ascending Realm, in the garment-shaking phase, Zhao Rong had only cleared the governor and conception vessels among the Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Twelve Meridians. This was the sign that Zhao Rong could run the Circulation and enter the garment-shaking phase.

Now, if he were to break through from the Ascending Realm to the Fu Yao Realm, he would need to successfully run the Grand Circulation.

The Grand Circulation expands on the basis of the Circulation to include a broader range of meridians, encompassing a larger circuit.

How does the Grand Circulation run?

It’s not necessary to fully penetrate all the Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Twelve Meridians; that’s something for the Fu Yao Realm ... Just unblocking a few specific meridians to form the Grand Circulation pathway is enough.

Zhao Rong heard from Gui that different Foundation Establishment Skills required different Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Twelve Meridians to be clear for the Grand Circulation, and thus the pathways where the Innate Primordial Qi flows would vary after breaking through.

According to the "Ant Ascending Heaven Technique" he was practicing, Zhao Rong needed to clear all of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, while the Twelve Meridians could be disregarded for the moment.

At present, he was still struggling with breaking through the third Extraordinary Meridian, aside from the governor and conception vessels. These past days, he could only calm his mind and slowly erode the obstruction.

However, the boiling state of this crimson little snake inside him was an opportunity Zhao Rong could use to break through the meridian, only...

Zhao Rong narrowed his eyes and took another quiet moment to observe the anomalies in his body.

Was it Qing Jun’s bowl of Lotus Seed Glutinous Rice Porridge, which looked plain, tasted even plainer, but which he sincerely praised as wonderful? Or was it the Nine Heavens Cloud Pendant played by Yu Huaijin, which he had close to four hundred renditions today...

At that moment, Zhao Rong moved and entered through the door.

Once inside, he didn’t start breaking through the meridian right away. Instead, he lit the lamp, went to the desk, and began preparing paper and grinding ink.

Zhao Rong took a deep breath, picked up the pen, and began writing with powerful strokes that seemed both fluid and forceful. Soon his heart settled down, and he immersed himself in the task.