Spirit Master Girl: Contracting with an SSS-Level School Beauty at the Start-Chapter 452: National Art: Bedroom Technique?

The feeling was there.

Xiao Zhan didn’t linger for too long; seizing the moment while he was motivated, he continued his cultivation practice.

Mind immersed, energy within his body circulated. freewebnσvel.cѳm

In such a state, several hours quickly passed by.

During these few hours, Xiao Zhan’s cultivation went very smoothly, and he almost encountered no issues at all.

Perhaps this had to do with his talent and physical constitution.

After ceasing his cultivation, Xiao Zhan felt that the ’yin’ energy inside his body had become much denser. Continuing at this rate, he was afraid it wouldn’t be long before he reached the level where he could release and use it.

However, it still comes back to that point—it was different from Spirit Manipulation Technique.

This required not only internal cultivation but also coordination with the body and mind.

Coordination with the body.

That is, the compliance of bodily posture.

One needs specific postures that work with the circulation of the meridians to bring out the true strength of the Taiyin Hand.

Just like the Six Meridian Divine Sword or One Yang Finger, both require specific finger positions and are not about just striking any pose.

He practiced the movement of the meridians for a while.

Then Xiao Zhan began to practice the hand gestures of the Taiyin Hand.

This could be divided into three parts.

The first step was to mimic the shape without grasping the essence, much like learning to walk by following someone else’s steps, imitating until one gains a certain proficiency.

This part, under Xiao Zhan’s exceptional talent, took less than a minute for him to pick up.

Then came the second step.

The second step was to practice the hand gestures while coordinating with the circulation of the meridians.

This step was somewhat difficult—the coordination between the posture and the speed of the meridian circulation had to be meticulously synchronized.

Not even a slight deviation was permitted.

Once there was a deviation, it would equate to failure.

This cultivation proved to be challenging, as Xiao Zhan attempted many times, but each attempt ended in failure.

"Rome was not built in a day, no need to force it. It’s not too late now, let’s rest early," Ye Youlong stated, glancing at the time.

Unwittingly, it was already midnight.

There is no set time for cultivation.

This statement was indeed not the slightest bit false.

"Alright, let’s practice when there’s time," Xiao Zhan said.

For some unknown reason, he had a peculiar feeling that the Taiyin Hand was easier to cultivate compared to the Spirit Manipulation Technique, and not as difficult as others had said.

Although he hadn’t grasped even the surface of it yet, that was just how he felt.

He pondered the reason.

Perhaps it was because, with the cultivation of the Taiyin Hand, one could see the progress and where issues lay.

Spirit Manipulation Technique was somewhat different.

If a Spirit Manipulation Technique was not passed down through the lineage, it relied more on epiphany.

Such an epiphany, when it comes, is like a flash of lightning, instantaneously realized.

But when it does not come, even if you rack your brains, it won’t appear.

After finishing his night routine.

Xiao Zhan leaned on the bed and continued to read through his notes, reviewing Ye Wuming’s insights on practicing the Taiyin Hand. Although it didn’t help Xiao Zhan much, it was still better than nothing.

But after going over it again attentively.

Xiao Zhan felt that he had still wasted his time.

It was as though he had not read anything at all, nothing useful.

Ye Wuming’s insights felt even less profound than the martial arts novels he had read before.

He continued to look through, wanting to see the other content in the back.

But there were restrictions placed on the content that followed.

With Xiao Zhan’s current strength, he couldn’t break them open.

"I wonder what has been left behind for me," Xiao Zhan murmured.

But he didn’t worry too much about it.

Because, without the necessary strength, no amount of worrying was of any use.

Some things, if known prematurely, might instead be harmful to oneself.

Putting down the notes, he then prepared to sleep.

At this point, Ye Youlong had also finished washing up.

Looking at the fresh and steamy beauty that was Ye Youlong emerging from her bath, Xiao Zhan felt his blood starting to stir.

"Wife, to be honest with you, I also have a set of family-inherited martial arts," he said.

Ye Youlong, using Spirit Manipulation Energy to dry the water in her hair, paused reflexively at Xiao Zhan’s words, responding in surprise, "Your family has it too?"

She was a bit incredulous.

Because she was very aware of Xiao Zhan’s family background—he was an orphan with no parents who grew up in an orphanage.

He didn’t even have a family, so where would he get any martial arts from?

Not to mention a family-inherited martial art?

Seeing her taken by his bait like a hooked fish, Xiao Zhan hehe’d with a smile, "Don’t believe me? Want me to demonstrate it for you now?"

"Wait a minute, let me dry my hair first," Ye Youlong was also curious.

Xiao Zhan said that; could it mean he truly had some kind of martial art?

It appeared she didn’t know her husband as well as she thought she did.

Ye Youlong hurried the drying of her hair, full of anticipation.

But before she could finish, she was suddenly grabbed by Xiao Zhan and before she could react, she was pulled into the bed.

"What are you doing? Weren’t you going to show me the martial arts?" Ye Youlong was flustered and her heart pounded.

Her hair wasn’t even dry yet.

"Yes, showing the martial arts," Xiao Zhan said.

Under the covers, his eyes shone, making Ye Youlong’s heart beat even faster.

Then Xiao Zhan pounced.

Ye Youlong had her own anticipation, naturally not about to refuse, but she couldn’t help but feel puzzled in her heart, "Where’s your martial art?"

"Here it is, the bedroom technique!"

Bed...bedroom technique?

Ye Youlong: ...

So much for the so-called family-inherited martial... martial art.

She’s been tricked by a sly ghost.

Well, a lecherous ghost is still a ghost.

If that’s counted as martial arts, then probably nobody in the world would lack the skill.

Besides, such things aren’t inherited; they’re carved into the soul already.

...

One night of ’martial arts’ cultivation.

The next day, having nothing urgent to attend to, the couple indulged with each other for a while longer in the house.

There’s a saying.

Time is life.

When you know the end is near, every scene and object in the world takes on an additional bright hue.

This hue isn’t color, but one’s own heart.

After getting up.

The time was still in the morning.

Having eaten something simple, Xiao Zhan prepared to continue his Taiyin Hand cultivation, but Ye Youlong wanted to go out with Xiao Zhan to stroll and appreciate the landscapes.

Xiao Zhan agreed without hesitation.

He could sense that ever since Ye Youlong learned of their nearing lifespans, she had become more sentimental.

She was no longer the cultivation maniac she used to be.

Her thoughts were now more on spending daily life with Xiao Zhan.

Ultimately, women are creatures of emotion.

At the brink of death, she no longer wore her mask of strength, choosing instead to follow the true desires of her heart.

"You two are going out on a date?" Qin Wanfeng asked with a slight frown at the base.

Xiao Zhan and Ye Youlong were going out, so naturally, they had to make a request.

"It’s not exactly a date, just walking around nearby," Xiao Zhan said.

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