My Wife Is A Sword Immortal
Chapter 319 - 243 I Bet You Can’t Last 3 Breaths (Extra Update for "Bamboo Branch" Bro!)_2

Chapter 319: Chapter 243 I Bet You Can’t Last 3 Breaths (Extra Update for "Bamboo Branch" Bro!)_2

Zhao Rong’s figure had already come to an abrupt halt, maintaining the Elbow Position in his Fist Stance, motionless.

He heard that strange sound, but Zhao Rong knew that the sound had not traveled outward, only he could hear it.

The Yang Qiao Meridian, broken.

Half of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians were now connected, a half-step into the Fu Yao Realm.

Zhao Rong relaxed his posture and stood up straight again. Standing quietly with his eyes closed, he breathed heavily, lifting his head slightly with a light hook at the corner of his mouth.

That thought that had been disturbing his mind hadn’t become clear and surfaced.

And, was it an illusion or not, Zhao Rong felt that the unsettling feeling that had always caused him anxiety seemed... somewhat weaker?

"Eh, it’s actually alright? In my experience, this thing likes to mess things up at critical moments."

Gui exclaimed in surprise, clicking his tongue in wonder.

Zhao Rong grabbed a towel, wiped the cold sweat from the back of his neck, and tugged at the corner of his mouth, "Not working? Three breaths? Sorry, this young master is also an experienced person now."

Gui coughed, ready to explain the matter of "experienced people occasionally have things they haven’t experienced before and need to come over, because experienced people are not gods," but in the next moment he suddenly paused, "Hey, what are you doing?"

"Seize the momentum," said Zhao Rong as he walked towards the bed in the inner room.

"..."

Gui spoke seriously, trying to negotiate, "Young Master Zhao, could you wear a headband when ’doing the deed’?"

"No, it gets in the way," Zhao Rong replied offhandedly, then paused before shaking his head, "It’s not like you haven’t seen it before... Be more self-aware and stop peeping."

Gui: "Old..."

Nine breaths later.

Gui’s surprised voice came from the inner room, "Hey, wait, Zhao Rong, you, you’re doing it again?"

"Didn’t I say it? Seize the momentum."

Gui spoke with some urgency, "Don’t be impulsive! You’ve already done it twice tonight; charging too many times in one night is bad for the body."

"...No, one more time." Zhao Rong frowned slightly, his hands moving continuously around his waist. He thought for a moment and said, "The last time. I still have some strength left."

Zhao Rong tied his belt while walking out of the inner room, moving towards the specially cleared space in the center of the room for performing Fist Stance.

After securing his belt, he raised his hand to straighten the lapels of his clean clothes.

Having just broken through the Yang Qiao Meridian and once again drenched in sweat, Zhao Rong went to the inner room to change into a new set of clothes. He intended to take advantage of the red serpent-like Innate Primordial Qi still being somewhat "furious" inside him while he still had some strength left and the unsettled feeling in his mind had substantially subsided to attempt another Breaking Meridian.

After hearing Zhao Rong’s response, Gui was silent for a while and eventually didn’t speak any further.

Seeing that Gui remained silent, Zhao Rong reassured, "Don’t worry, Gui. I know my limits. This threshold into the Fu Yao Realm has blocked me for too long. The Eight Extraordinary Meridians—if I proceeded at the usual pace, each Breaking Meridian would take too much time."

He took a deep breath, glanced at his fists that were still naturally trembling after going through the Fist Stance and Breaking Meridians twice in the night.

"This opportunity is rare. Now, it seems that Qing Jun must have added something to that bowl of Lotus Seed Glutinous Rice Porridge. I wondered why there was so much sugar in the porridge, the sweetness mixed with a strange bitterness. At the time, I thought maybe her cooking was flawed or she had added some tonics to nourish my body. But now it seems beyond doubt that it was some unnamed Spiritual Medicine for Breaking Meridian."

As for why Zhao Rong hardly suspected Yu Huaijin’s Nine Heavens Cloud Pendant guqin.

Aside from her being a stranger with little reason to actively help him, although the Nine Heavens Cloud Pendant was made of extraordinary materials, he had recently asked Gui and found that none of those materials could indirectly aid him in igniting his vitality.

So the answer was obvious—it was Lingfei who was helping him.

It turns out that although Qing Jun had never asked and seemed indifferent as if she had forgotten, she had always been paying attention to my affairs.

This time, she specifically took a break from her rest day to visit the Academy, not just for a simple visit. She prepared so much beforehand, delivering "soft rice" to me, her son-in-law, in every sense of the word, and also a special autumn garment for the chilly nights...

Zhao Rong rubbed his face, and with Gui remaining silent, resumed his practice of the ancient Fist Stance. He felt the red serpent-like Innate Primordial Qi coursing through his meridians and silently calculated as he slowly began the third Breaking Meridian of the night.

This time, the target was the "Girdle Meridian" of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

It originated from beneath the ribs, diagonally descending to the Girdle Meridian point, encircling the body like a belt, located around the waist.

As he was actively working on the meridians, Zhao Rong still couldn’t help but lose himself in thought from time to time, his mind wandering to the mistress of Qinglian Pavilion in Nanci Mansion within Taiching Prefecture, hundreds of miles away.

What is she doing now?

Is she also cultivating alone in an empty room, or has she quietly opened the west window of her boudoir after bathing, gazing up at the bright moon in the sky, lost in thoughts of her beloved?

Is Qing Jun worrying about her husband’s cultivation, wondering if my Breaking Meridian is going smoothly?

At the thought, Zhao Rong’s stance became even more stable, his fists striking with greater intensity.

In the center of the room, his five Fist Stance movements grew larger and more sweeping, the rhythm accelerating.

Inside his meridians, the red serpent-like being, now reduced in size after the initial breakthroughs but with an increasingly vigorous spirit, circulated rapidly within the small Circulation formed by the already breached "Ren Meridian," "Du Meridian," "Yin Qiao Meridian," and "Yang Qiao Meridian," its energy soaring!

In an instant, it left the small Circulation.

With a thunderous rumble—

It was as if a red-armored heavy cavalry of the Iron Cavalry charged fearlessly and stubbornly against the formidable barrier standing within the "Girdle Meridian"!