At dawn the next morning, following the technique that had appeared in his mind, Chen Fan sat cross-legged beneath the old locust tree in the courtyard.
A ray of morning light pierced the shade and fell upon him. He took a deep breath and circulated his qi according to the breathing method recorded in the Nine Heavens scroll. His bones crackled, and a warm current slowly wound its way through his meridians.
An hour later, he opened his eyes; a sharp gleam flashed within them.
"Body Tempering, first level." He clenched his fist, feeling unprecedented strength, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
A classmate's call came from the alley. Chen Fan rose, straightened his clothes, and walked out as if nothing had happened.
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