C98 Warlord reappearance (1/2)

”Flow... ”Ripples …”

This was the first time Chang Jing felt a wave of energy on her forehead. Although this feeling was not very clear, he still understood that this was the so-called ”Qi” — ”Demonic Qi” that the broken sword had mentioned!

”I can feel it, the spirit of the earth is interconnected with me now,” Chang Jing said in enjoyment with her eyes closed. ”There are too many Magic Elements dancing happily on the ground, they are so lively and happy, just like a bunch of playful children entwining themselves!”

”Magic Elements?” The broken sword that had never come into contact with magic before naturally did not understand what Chang Jing was referring to. It asked curiously, ”What is that thing?”

”Grandfather,” Chang Jing said excitedly as she looked at the broken sword, ”I found the feeling on my forehead that was similar to what you had said!”

The broken sword became more and more confused, ”Isn't it in my lower abdomen? The origin of martial arts qi should be in the Dantian! ”

Chang Jing was also startled, she did not understand either. This could also be considered as one of the educational loopholes of the Wenteng Mage Academy, because magic was considered a new thing in the Ara and the attitude of the towards magic was to be as widespread as possible. As a result of this popularization, the early training of teaching talents would only teach them the feeling of ”magic” at a high level, and since Chang Jing had been ”unable to learn” advanced magic ever since she arrived at the Academy, she naturally did not have the time to calm down and feel it carefully. Today was also the first time Chang Jing had felt the fluctuations of her own magic due to the guidance of the broken sword.

”Idiot, what can I expect from a guy who doesn't even know how to store magic power in his upper dantian?” The great midnight lamp that was hiding in the corner said with his eyes white.

”Grandfather, although I don't know why it is like this, but right now, I feel like I have received what you said. This should be considered a good thing, right?”

The Broken Sword thought that Chang Jing's words were reasonable, after all, it was already too late for a person close to twenty to start training, to have such a 'result', she should be happy for her grandfather. However, in his heart, he faintly felt that such a thing wasn't very good, as if it would cause her precious grandson's cultivation to go berserk.

”It's not bad to have this feeling. Back in the day, I practiced martial arts for four to five years before I was able to reach your current level.” The broken sword encouraged Chang Jing at the same time, guiding him, ”Now try to channel this energy into your Dantian, see if you can find its position there.”

”Alright!” Chang Jing replied happily. Right now, she felt like she was the best person in her entire life. It was a feeling of blending into nature.

Chang Jing closed her eyes again, and continued to channel the power into her Dantian step by step according to the instructions of the broken sword.

Like ten thousand horses galloping in the ocean or like a river returning to the ocean, the magic power staggered down Chang Jing's Dantian under the direction of her will. However, Chang Jing was in extreme pain when it moved, his meridians were like tubes that were stuffed with something much larger than it was.

Chang Jing clenched her teeth and endured, the words from the broken sword gave him a lot of confidence, although it was not very comfortable right now, but Chang Jing thought that it should be able to pass.

Cold sweat had already flowed down Chang Jing's face on such a hot day.

Looking at the broken sword at the side, his heart ached. Such an experience was something that he, who was in his sixties, did not possess.

”If it really doesn't work, then I'll just rest for the moment. Cultivation is not something that can be completed in a short period of time.” Looking at the painful Chang Jing's broken sword, she said painfully, ”Why don't you go back to your room and rest for a while, we'll talk about it tomorrow?”

After persevering for a period of time, Chang Jing's heart had already started to beat a ruckus, and she even started to doubt the correctness of the things the broken sword said.

”Phew …” Chang Jing let out a long sigh, ”This is the only way.”

”Wipe your sweat,” the broken sword took out a towel and moved it towards Chang Jing's face, carefully wiping it off.