She carefully sensed the other person's breathing and heartbeat, and could even hear the surging blood and qi within their body.

Ping An's condition was clearly abnormal and could not last. Sui Mo could only make a rough estimate. When he judged that his Qi and blood had reached their peak, he suddenly accelerated and disappeared in front of Ping An in an instant.

boom!

The fist slammed into the trunk of the century-old ginkgo tree, and the trunk, which was as thick as two or three people could hug, snapped in two.

Like the upper half of a giant umbrella canopy crashing to the ground, the emerald leaves piled up like waves of green, rustling softly.

People in the corridor: ...

Qingfeng stared in disbelief, his Adam's apple bobbing. He gently nudged Xiyu beside him and muttered, "Hey, can you do that?"

Xi Yu moved with such light and agile movements that a single palm strike could potentially shatter a person's internal organs, but to break such a thick tree trunk... how could he possibly possess such terrifying explosive power!

Instead of giving a direct answer, he asked, "And you?"

Qingfeng fell silent. What kind of monster is this guy? He doesn't even have true qi yet!

After the outburst, Ping An's eyes regained their sparkle, no longer empty as before.

However, he was completely exhausted at this point, unable to squeeze out a single bit of energy. Before he even realized what was happening, he fell backward.

Sui Mo flashed behind Ping An, his true energy flowing around him, and gently placed him on the ground.

The true energy probed into his body, circulated once, and then withdrew. Qin Zhaoyue, Qingfeng, and Xiyu all ran over.

"How are you? I hope nothing bad has happened."

Sui Mo stood up. "Your Highness, I'm just exhausted. It's nothing serious; I'll be fine after a rest."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they were still somewhat dazed as they looked at the half-section of the tree trunk beside them.

Qingfeng opened his mouth several times as if to ask, but Suimo took the initiative to explain:

"At the seventh rank of Qi and Blood cultivation, when one reaches the pinnacle of cultivation, even without visualization techniques, one can theoretically advance to the Qi Martial Realm."

True Qi doesn't appear out of thin air. This method is more back to basics. Martial arts masters summarized their experiences through continuous exploration, and the True Qi Visualization Diagram originated from this.

There is a chasm between the three realms, and the one between mortal martial arts and qi martial arts is the visualization diagram.

There are no other ways to advance besides the imperial palace, military camps, and martial arts masters.

The visualization techniques of broken ink, gentle breeze, and fine rain all originated from the imperial court and must never be leaked.

Even if it were possible, Ping An wouldn't be able to learn it, so that's why she came up with this method.

"It's easier said than done, but Ping An is indeed exceptionally talented. If it weren't for his deficiency in qi and blood, he might actually have succeeded."

"Wait a minute!" Qingfeng interrupted, "You're telling me Ping An has a deficiency in Qi and blood? Him?"

Sui Mo sneered, "Try going hungry your whole life and see if you feel like you're missing out."

Qin Zhaoyue remained silent.

To be honest, looking at Ping An's physique, who would have thought that he has a deficiency of qi and blood?

But thinking about it, it makes sense. Whether it's a problem of not having enough to eat or not, even if people are full, they probably rely mostly on meat.

The poor are scholars, the rich are martial artists. Those who practice martial arts need to be well-nourished from a young age, and meat is an absolute must. Ping An doesn't have that kind of opportunity.

“He is still young and there is still time. We can prescribe some mild medicines that can replenish qi and blood. There is hope in this approach.”

Qingfeng fell silent; otherwise, how could he be a centurion?

Qin Zhaoyue glanced at his cowardly appearance and pouted, "It's one thing to be outmatched in strength, but you can't even teach him properly."

"Tsk, trash."

Gentle breeze, light rain: ...