Because he was utilizing the sword while sprinting, Ai Hui had to maintain balance which meant he was unable to lean forward. His upper body remained still while his lower back was like an extremely elastic and tough spring. The sword in his hand had to adjust and follow the movement of his body’s rhythm and tempo.
This matter only concerned the center of gravity; what was more difficult was the issue of breathing.
Controlling his respiration was much more difficult when sprinting as opposed to standing still. As an old hand at this, Ai Hui knew very well that if the operation of elemental energy was the essence of an elemental energy attack, then breathing was the foundation of any attack.
This included the most basic rapier. Strict breathing control was a requirement, and if the breaths did not synchronize with the swordplay, then not only would the power be lacking but injuries would also ensue.
Of course, for Ai Hui, there was a more serious consequence, which was that he would be unable to generate sword elemental energy.
As Ai Hui gradually grasped the technique, he began to realize its benefits.
The sword embryo’s pulse was stronger than before.
The most immediate benefit was the increased rate of sword elemental energy production.
The newly generated sword elemental energy flowed from the grass sword in his hands then back into his body to initiate the Circulatory Cycle Revolution. Twenty percent of the energy was absorbed by the sword embryo, and whatever remained re-entered Ai Hui’s hand palaces after one circulation cycle.
Ai Hui’s hand palaces, which had started off empty, charged quickly and gradually became full.
But Ai Hui did not stop there. He continued circulating until his hand palaces began to swell and ache. For every palace that he opened up, he became stronger with each training, like a small pond expanding into a lake.
In the process, developing his constitution played a key role.
People with good constitutions, like Bangwan, were like ponds surrounded by marshes—expanding into lakes was fairly straightforward.
On the other hand, people with weak constitutions, like Ai Hui, were like ponds in the middle of the desert. It was much more challenging for them to expand into lakes.
But things were never fair when it came to training; Ai Hui did not mind this at all. People with the time to complain were better off training instead.
Ai Hui no longer intended to resist the sword embryo state since he was now able to control his awareness within, meaning his psyche and strength had improved. Previously, he had been like a toddler waving a heavy axe around, but now that the toddler had grown up, he could wield the hefty weapon.
Ai Hui ended his training and casually plucked a grass straw from the roadside. Its stem was faintly red, causing Ai Hui’s expression to darken.
Placing it before his nose, Ai Hui smelled a familiar, faint, and delicate fragrance—the temptation of the devil.
Throwing it aside, Ai Hui’s expression returned to normal, but there was now a dimness within his heart. He could see in the distance the faint outline of Central Pine City. The quiet and peaceful city remained completely unaware of the imminent danger.
The noisy training halls bustling with activities and the flourishing night lights that filled the streets… Would they still be there in the future? The tranquil mornings he had experienced—waking up to warm sunlight against the cool air and the sleepy, droopy eyes of those fellows as he smelled the sweet pastries’ rising steam—would he still wake up to these?
Ai Hui was in low spirits. He sighed inwardly, as if all that was beautiful was slowly fading away.
He shook his head, feeling that he was being a bit unreasonable. Only a few good days had passed, and he was already corroded by the easy comfort.
To be born in suffering and hardship and to die in peace and happiness—made sense.
Ai Hui regained his vigor. No matter how terrible, it wouldn’t be worse than the Wilderness, right?
He rid himself of distracting thoughts and thought back to the Blood Bandage that had snatched up the blood snake’s meat. He did not inspect it at the time, the intense situation not allowing him to. He quickly turned his attention to it.
It was white as snow, without any visible marks.
Ai Hui was stunned. He rummaged through the Blood Bandage but still there was nothing.
Where did it go?
He thought about the time when blood had seeped out of his palms, only to be absorbed by the bandage.
Could it be that the bandage was devouring blood?
He recalled his mistress’ words. The Blood Bandage was an artifact of the blood sects back in the Cultivation Era. Blood sects… just from their names, it was obvious that they were related in some way to blood, so when the bandage had absorbed his blood, Ai Hui had not been too surprised.
But the blood snake’s meat was poisonous. Would there be an issue now that the Blood Bandage had absorbed it?
Ai Hui started laughing involuntarily. He had actually thought of the bandage as a living object. What issue? Diarrhea?
Imagining the bandage having diarrhea… He simply couldn’t picture it…
He decided to leave this tough problem to Lou Lan and let him interpret it.
His upturned lips disappeared in a flash and the next moment, with a tremble of his ears and a cold light flashing across his pupils, he shouted, “Something’s wrong!”
Everyone tensed up.
Duanmu Huanghun had been paying attention to Ai Hui all this time. Without mentioning anything else, the smallest sign of trouble, no matter how small, never went undetected by this bastard. Duanmu Huanghun had no idea how he did it, but Ai Hui had clearly displayed this ability in their previous escape.
With his clear vision, Duanmu Huanghun did notice the faint red color of the grass blade Ai Hui had picked up, causing his expression to change slightly as well.
He rejoiced inwardly, thankful that they had already left the manor.
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