The Fang Family, Tingyu Pavilion.
Fang Han sat cross-legged on his bed, his aura long and steady. A pale-green Inner Qi flowed ceaselessly between six of his acupoints.
The Inner Qi within his Shenshu Acupoint was already over ninety percent full, and the feeling of swelling was becoming more and more pronounced. He was only a step away from the formless barrier leading to the Seventh Grade.
After several hours of high-intensity Cultivation, his meridians felt a faint, dull ache.
Fang Han knew this was a sign that his meridians were overloaded. In the path of Cultivation, one had to balance exertion and rest; overdoing it was as bad as not doing enough.
Slowly withdrawing his power, Fang Han opened his eyes, a glint of green light flashing in their depths before vanishing.
He got out of bed and stretched his slightly stiff body, his joints letting out a series of soft CRACKS.
Walking out into the courtyard, he prepared to practice his Martial Techniques for a while.
