Qin Feng observed the flow of Qi inside Qin An while explaining, “As I mentioned before, this sword technique emphasizes four levels of Qi. The first level, known as Feng (sharpness), allows you to disperse Qi with your sword within a range of three yards, shattering rocks.

The second level, Jian Wei (perceiving the subtle), enables you to cut leaves off trees ten yards away without damaging their veins. Of course, to achieve this, you need to focus more Qi onto the blade and master the control of Qi skillfully.”

Qin An nodded and continued to swing his sword. Suddenly, he paused, his brows furrowing. He had deviated in his Qi circulation and had to stop.

This outcome was within Xing Sheng’s expectations. If the Divine Martial’s martial arts could be comprehensively integrated through oral instruction alone, then Great Qian would have long been the world of Divine Martial Dao Lineage.

For martial artists, mastering a  Divine Martial’s martial art required not only years of practice but also a skilled mentor who could impart their experiences. Obviously, a young master lacking Qi couldn’t achieve this.

Xing Sheng shook his head, feeling a mix of emotions. Having the Literature Saint instruct a martial art for warriors was indeed a far-fetched idea.

“Younger brother, do you know where your Qi circulation went wrong just now?” Qin Feng asked.

Qin An shook his head, saying, “Please enlighten me, elder brother.”

“Alright, come here.”

Listening to this conversation, Xing Sheng couldn’t fathom the situation. The fact that the young master could identify the Qi deviation was one thing, but guiding the Qi circulation was an entirely different matter!

Qin Feng placed his right hand on Qin An’s abdomen. After about half an incense stick’s time, Qin An’s eyes lit up. “Elder brother, I understand!”

With his words, Qin An eagerly practiced the second stage of the Heavenly Astral Essence Slash again. This time, the previous Qi deviation was resolved effortlessly.

“How is this possible?!” Xing Sheng widened his eyes.

But what happened next astonished him even more. After solving one issue, Qin An experienced three more Qi deviations. Each time, the young master effortlessly corrected them by placing his hand on the Second Young Master’s abdomen.

Xing Sheng swallowed hard; this completely shattered his previous understanding.

“Younger brother, I’ve corrected all your mistakes. Now, it’s up to you to continue practicing and understanding,” Qin Feng confidently stated, “If I’m not mistaken, when you successfully reach the second level of the Heavenly Astral Essence Slash, your sword intent should enter the realm of Heavy As Mountain. At the same time, your martial strength, the Divine Martial Grade 6 Gathering Power Realm, should touch the threshold.”

“Thank you, elder brother.” Qin An’s face beamed with excitement. Without wasting a moment, he immersed himself in sword practice again.

Meanwhile, Qin Feng’s eyes widened with excitement. In his spiritual sea, the first step of the heavenly stairs glowed with a white light. In just a short while, Literature Qi surged, filling one-fifth of the first step.

The speed of accumulating Literature Qi was much faster than reading books!

After his excitement subsided, Qin Feng began to ponder. At the ninth rank, applying knowledge practically could yield Literature Qi roughly ten times more than reading a book. However, at the eighth rank of the Literature Saint, the Literature Qi gained from practical application far exceeded that.

From this, it was evident that practical application was the key to rapid advancement at the eighth rank. However, this didn’t mean reading books was useless; accumulating knowledge increased the opportunities for practical application.

After careful consideration, Qin Feng decided to finish reading all the books in Listen To Rain Pavilion first, proceeding gradually and accumulating knowledge before applying it practically.

“Younger brother, continue practicing here. I have some business to attend to,” Qin Feng said.

“Alright, elder brother.”

As Qin Feng was about to leave, Xing Sheng hurriedly caught up. “Sir, what just happened? How were you able to guide the Second Young Master’s Qi circulation accurately just by placing your hand on his abdomen?”

“What’s so difficult about it? I merely transferred my own Literature Qi into his body and then guided the correct path of his Qi circulation,” Qin Feng replied casually.

“Is it that simple?” Xing Sheng gaped, looking utterly incredulous. “But, to demonstrate it to the Second Young Master, you need to understand how to circulate Qi yourself. However…”

Qin Feng turned his head, saying, “You mean to say that being a scholar, I shouldn’t be capable of understanding the correct way to circulate Qi, relying solely on the contents of a book?”

Xing Sheng nodded, and Qin Feng patted his shoulder, speaking earnestly, “Hei Tan Tou, talent matters in situations like this. Don’t think that I read books because I’m not cut out for martial arts. I simply find martial arts unchallenging for me.”

“High places are always cold; being invincible is the loneliest.”

Looking at the adoring look on Hei Tan Tou’s face, Qin Feng’s heart was soaring. This kind of pretense felt so good.

“Young master, have you ever considered joining the military? With your abilities, if you could guide the Divine Marquis Army, our army would be unstoppable on the battlefield!” Xing Sheng said excitedly.

What a joke! Sending me to the front lines would be asking for my life. Qin Feng cleared his throat and said, “I have actually been considering serving the country in the military, but it’s not the right time yet.”

“Young master, do you think your cultivation is still shallow, so you want to hone your skills further?”

“Shh, the secrets of fate cannot be revealed. When the time comes, I will naturally tell.” Qin Feng waved his hand and left, leaving only Hei Tan Tou with a profound mystery behind him.

Before leaving the Qin residence, Qin Feng specifically went to find Lan Ningshuang. Since their return from the Black Mist Forest, Lan Ningshuang had taken over all the guard duties during their outings, keeping Xing Sheng out of it.

Although Qin Feng didn’t understand why she did this, he didn’t ask too many questions. Regardless, whoever guarded him, it would be the same.

At the pavilion by the lake, the two women gazed at the water, their expressions calm.

Lan Ningshuang saw Qin Feng and said softly, “Miss, I will go guard Young Master.”

“En,” Liu Jian Li replied, unperturbed.

The two of them left the Qin residence. Qin Feng asked, “Has your Young Miss been eating regularly recently?”

“Thanks to Young Master, my Young Miss now eats at least one meal every day,” Lan Ningshuang said sincerely.

“That’s good. I will go to the Listen to Rain Pavilion now and specifically read books related to medical skills. I believe that one day, I will be able to heal your young miss’s injuries.”

Lan Ningshuang smiled gently, her eyes filled with tenderness. “I believe Young Master can do it.”

At the entrance of the Listen to Rain Pavilion, they saw Cang Feilan standing with her arms crossed, beside Bai Li, the old man. It seemed like she had been waiting here for a while.

She glanced at Qin Feng and Lan NIngshuang without saying anything, then entered the Listen to Rain Pavilion on her own.

Qin Feng followed closely behind.

Lan Ningshuang didn’t have much interest in the interior of the Listen to Rain Pavilion, and she didn’t have the qualification to enter. She held her sword, stood at the door, closed her eyes, and concentrated, condensing the energy inside her body.

Bai Li, the old man, opened one eye slightly, took a glance, and couldn’t help but chuckle. “This Young Master from the Qin family is quite lucky.”

The woman in blue pretended not to hear, still closing her eyes and cultivating, but a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.