Immortality Begins with Breathing Exercises

Rustle rustle~~

At Profound Light Tower they drank and ate their fill, enjoying a lavish feast.

This round was Lin Zheyu’s treat.

He had something he needed Qiu Kun’s help with, so he took the initiative to invite him to a banquet.

Gotta say, the food at Profound Light Tower is really amazing; even after eating here so many times, Lin Zheyu still never gets tired of it.

No wonder Profound Light Tower could become the most famous restaurant in Flame Martial City.

The prices here are ridiculously high, yet that still can’t stop the endless stream of customers. If you come late, sometimes you have to wait a long time before a private room opens up.

Inside the private room.

After food and drink.

Lin Zheyu pressed one hand on Qiu Kun’s shoulder, and Qiu Kun actively stimulated the chains and shackles within his body, letting Lin Zheyu perceive them at will.

This straightforward guy had a look of smug satisfaction on his face.

The shackles on his body had already shattered by more than half. Though even broken, the shackles still pierced deep into Qiu Kun’s flesh and cells.

But Lin Zheyu could still clearly feel that the aura coming off Qiu Kun was two to three times stronger than when the two had previously sparred.

Originally, Qiu Kun’s strength had more or less already reached its Peak.

Under the restraints of the Heavenly Dao shackles, there was no longer any possibility of further advancement.

But now, having broken free of part of his shackles, Qiu Kun gave off a feeling like a tender shoot breaking through the soil—a sense that he now had the potential to keep growing stronger.

"The power of his shackles is weaker than mine; even compared to the original shackles, it’s still far inferior."

That was Lin Zheyu’s first impression when he perceived the power of the Heavenly Dao shackles inside Qiu Kun.

The Heavenly Dao shackles in Qiu Kun’s body were far too weak.

Even though Lin Zheyu had yet to break through to the Divine Treasure Realm, the shackles condensed and formed in his body were tremendously thick.

If the Heavenly Dao shackles in Lin Zheyu’s body were as thick as an adult’s thigh, then the shackles inside Qiu Kun would be no thicker than a wrist.

"So before reaching the Shackled Realm, differences in foundation, roots, and Martial Dao potential can lead to a gap this enormous..."

Lin Zheyu mused to himself inwardly.

At this moment the smug Qiu Kun had no idea what Lin Zheyu was thinking, nor did he see that terrifying thigh-thick shackle power within Lin Zheyu.

Otherwise, that proud look on his face would probably disappear, replaced by an indescribably complicated expression.

Time slowly passed.

Qiu Kun didn’t rush him.

He knew full well how difficult the Shackled Realm was. Even for a top genius Martial Artist, breaking through to the Shackled Realm is not an easy matter.

"Heh heh, even though you’re a genius, right now I’ve still walked ahead of you—I’m half a guide on your path."

Qiu Kun looked at Lin Zheyu, who was immersed in his insights, and chuckled under his breath.

Last time his defeat in battle against Xiao Yu had been a bit ugly, and Qiu Kun was planning to spar with him again later to salvage some pride.

If he didn’t hurry and find a chance to beat this guy up now, once Xiao Yu grew up, there wouldn’t be any chance at all.

When Xiao Yu becomes a powerhouse in the future, Qiu Kun can brag about this matter wherever he goes, and that’ll be quite the bragging rights.

Over two hours later.

Lin Zheyu slowly opened his eyes. His expression was very calm, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.

"Mr. Xiao, how went the comprehension?"

Qiu Kun raised the wine jar, took a big swig, and asked with a chuckle.

"I, Xiao, have gained greatly from this. Many thanks for your assistance, my friend."

"If in the future you have any need of me, just say the word. As long as it’s within my capabilities, I, Xiao, will surely do my utmost to help."

Lin Zheyu cupped his hands, speaking solemnly.

"Haha, you’re being too polite, my friend. It’s just a small matter, not worth mentioning."

"Come, drink, drink. Later we’ll have a bout."

"I lost too miserably last time—this time I’ve got to claw back a bit of face. Try not to make your loss too ugly, my friend, hahahaha~"

Qiu Kun raised the wine jar, laughing heartily as he spoke.

"Uh, sure."

Lin Zheyu froze for a moment, then answered with a somewhat odd expression.

He thought to himself that he’d better hold back a bit later, so as not to make Qiu Kun’s defeat look too bad.

Otherwise, if this straightforward fellow ended up feeling too embarrassed to see him again in the future, wouldn’t that mean losing a good friend on the path?

Just over an hour later.

"Hiss——"

Qiu Kun bared his teeth and sucked in a breath of cold air.

Bruises and swellings covered multiple spots on his body, and even under the nurturing of his Qi Blood they still wouldn’t fade.

When Lin Zheyu had first made his move, he’d held back, so it wasn’t this painful at the start.

Qiu Kun was deliberately grimacing though, just to show how miserable he felt.

"Mr. Xiao, be honest with me—have you really still not broken free of your shackles?"

It was the eighteenth time Qiu Kun asked.

"Really haven’t."

Lin Zheyu shook his head somewhat helplessly.

In the spar just now, he had unsurprisingly defeated Qiu Kun with ease, and had even carefully held back.

Then Qiu Kun’s heart got all out of balance.

He’d already broken his shackles—though not completely, he could still be considered a Half-Step Shackled Realm expert.

Yet facing Xiao Yu, who was only at the Peak of Divine Treasure, he still lost!

Even if Xiao Yu had opened his Spiritual Treasure and awakened formidable Spirit Divine Techniques, the gap was still way too big, wasn’t it?

"I don’t believe you."

"You’re definitely someone who’s broken at least one shackle. Otherwise how could you be this freakish?"

"Even if Wu Yixuan’s big brother came, I doubt he could beat you."

Qiu Kun shook his head, shouting as he spoke.

Wu Yixuan’s big brother, Wu Yiyi, is hailed as the most outstanding genius of the three Ancient Martial Families in nearly a thousand years—his strength is terrifying.

He’s completely on a different level from Wu Yixuan.

In Qiu Kun’s view, Wu Yiyi in the Divine Treasure Realm probably wasn’t as freakishly strong as Lin Zheyu is now.

"Think whatever you like."

Lin Zheyu waved his hand, somewhat speechless.

The two of them slowly passed through the west city gate and entered Flame Martial City.