Gao Wu: A centenarian old man, many children and good fortune! Chapter 067

The night deepened, and the exclusive training room of the manor was brightly lit. Li Xiuying had just finished a round of arduous basic physical training. Although she was drenched in sweat, her eyes sparkled with a new brilliance—the confidence of a quasi-warrior and the desire for power.

Xiao Yan walked in slowly, a gentle smile appearing in his eyes when he saw his wife training so diligently.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“I feel… great!” Li Xiuying looked up, her face flushed with excitement. “Although it’s still very weak, I can clearly feel that power flowing in my body! Thank you, husband!”

“Silly girl, this is the result of your own hard work.” Xiao Yan walked to her side. “However, having just entered this realm, your foundation is unstable, and your control over true essence is unfamiliar. I’ll help you sort it out.”

He motioned for Li Xiuying to sit cross-legged, then sat behind her, gently placing his palms on her back.

“Relax your mind, focus on your dantian, and carefully feel the flow of this energy I’m guiding,” Xiao Yan’s voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a strange calming power.

He did not directly inject his vast Emperor-level true essence, which would be tantamount to destruction for Li Xiuying. Instead, with his exquisite control over energy, he meticulously guided the nascent, weak true essence within Li Xiuying’s body, making it circulate slowly and steadily along the path of the “Military Foundation Cultivation Art.”

Li Xiuying immediately felt a gentle yet firm force, like an invisible hand, guiding the unruly true essence within her body to flow slowly through the correct meridians. Some subtle areas that were previously stagnant and difficult to penetrate seemed to be gently smoothed out under the guidance of this external force, becoming clear.

She concentrated fully, greedily memorizing this feeling and experiencing the subtle changes brought by each circulation of true essence. This process consumed a great deal of her mental energy, far more tiring than simple physical training, but she found joy in it.

An hour later, when Xiao Yan slowly withdrew his hands, Li Xiuying’s pretty face was pale with exhaustion, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, almost on the verge of collapse. But her eyes were exceptionally bright, filled with joy and gratitude.

“I feel… much smoother!” Her voice was tired, but her excitement was undeniable. “Thank you, husband!”

Xiao Yan helped her up, looking at her body, which trembled slightly from fatigue. He felt both relief and tenderness. “Laying the foundation is not a task for a single day; you must not rush it. Go and rest.”

“Mhm!” Li Xiuying nodded obediently, nestling into her husband’s embrace, feeling the sense of security and strength. Her anxiety also dissipated considerably.

Another night, Xiao Yan went to Chen Yuyao’s cultivation room. Chen Yuyao’s foundation was better than Li Xiuying’s; she had been a quasi-warrior for many years, and although her true essence was not abundant, it was stable.

She was practicing a basic sword technique passed down from her family. The sword light flashed, and her posture was agile, but the power in her moves was slightly insufficient, and the true essence attached to her sword was not condensed enough.

Xiao Yan watched quietly from the side. After she finished her set of sword techniques, he slowly spoke, “Your sword is light and agile, and your footwork is good. But power originates from the waist and hips, transmits to the arms, and finally condenses at the tip of the sword. Your true essence suffers too much loss during transmission, so while your sword moves are fast, they lack sharpness.”

He walked into the center of the room, not picking up a weapon, but merely using his fingers like a sword, casually thrusting, slashing, and flicking. Each movement seemed simple but contained exquisite control over power and methods for condensing true essence.

“Watch carefully, power is not to be scattered, but to be gathered. Like this…” Xiao Yan’s fingertips moved slightly, and a wisp of condensed true essence, like a tangible substance, emanated from his finger, leaving a clear trail in the air that lingered for a long time.

Chen Yuyao watched intently, her mind shaken. She knew that Xiao Yan was personally teaching her the techniques of true essence condensation and application. For a quasi-warrior like her, whose family cultivation method was ordinary and who lacked guidance from a renowned master, this was an invaluable treasure!

She quickly composed herself and began to practice again according to Xiao Yan’s instructions. Xiao Yan stood by, occasionally correcting her mistakes, and sometimes personally demonstrating, guiding her on how to more effectively mobilize true essence and how to more precisely infuse power into her sword moves.

Chen Yuyao was naturally gentle and not lacking in comprehension. Under the careful guidance of a powerful figure like Xiao Yan, she progressed quickly. She felt as if a new door had opened in her understanding of swordsmanship and true essence.

After an hour of “guidance,” Chen Yuyao was also panting heavily, her sword-wielding hand trembling slightly, but her eyes were filled with the joy of discovery and deep admiration for Xiao Yan.

“Thank you for your guidance, husband. Yuyao has greatly benefited,” she respectfully bowed, her heart filled with gratitude.

Xiao Yan looked at the light flickering in her eyes and nodded slightly. “Practice diligently and integrate what you have learned today into your instincts, only then can you achieve something.”

…

After these two rounds of “guidance,” both Li Xiuying and Chen Yuyao felt immense gains, and both were quite tired, falling asleep early.

Xiao Yan sat alone in the quiet room. Since no system prompt appeared, he shook his head.

Then, he immediately felt relieved.

Regardless, it couldn’t be forced.

Xiao Yan shook his head, no longer dwelling on it. There would be plenty of opportunities in the future.

He closed his eyes, settled his mind, and began to circulate the “Emperor-level Tai Chi Art,” silently consolidating his own strength and realm.