Learning Qi
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The faint feeling of Qi, it was colorful and beautiful, it is calm yet chaotic a very contradictive thing to imagine yet they exist.
Jin remembered the second chapter of the Heavenly Breath Manual.
When one sees the chaos and calmness within the world, the essence of every being opens up.
With your will guide it through your breath and put it in cycle through.
Heat and coldness will be felt and when they circulates the body direct their paths to the sea inside you.
Form a whirlpool, and once the sea felt its presence it will form it's own.
With his will Jin imagined the energy scattered in the air to be sucked into his breath, it was not an easy task as hours was spent and not a single spec was absorbed.
But it is expected as it was also stated in the Heavenly Breath Manual.
Patience, never lose it for feeling and having is not the same.
It was patience, to never lose your concentration and to persist. For patience is the most key component of a warrior and impatience is it's nemesis.
After his 564th breath a very contradicting feeling passed through his nose canal and esophagus.
The energy flowed down through his body and when it reached the stomach region, Jin forcefully stopped it and circulated it.
After making a hurricane of energy inside, he compressed and compressed it.
It was painful as if a giant drill is being drilled into his stomach but he didn't waver, because for him this was a familiar feeling it was like just meeting an old friend.
A good friend and a teacher.
After being compressed into a size of a pin, he stopped.
A new feeling of power coursing through his body. And with that Jin officially became an Martial Artist of Murim.
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"Houu"
A deep sigh escaped my mouth as I stood up. The energy this world called Qi is now on my Dantian.
Now that I've created my Dantian, it's time to gather more enough for me to at least perform Martial Arts.
I opened the makeshift bag close to me and pulled out a band of string this is one of the gifts Chong Han have given me. It's called Dragon Whiskers fancy name for a silver string if you ask me.
But soon this thing will be my greatest weapon.
I put down the string and started to stretch my body, Houu fucking hell my body is stiff.
After doing some punches and kicks, I once again took on a meditative pose, it's now time to multiply this amount.
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Weihan Kwan Of The Golden Merchant, the loving father of Weipo Kwan fell in despair at the lost of his son.
"M-my son, my poor son"
He was little by little falling into despair, all the enemies he made, all the money he have, all the treasures it was now pointless.
He neither has his son nor his family no more.
And so as an act of desperation, to have at least a little bit of Justice he contacted the greatest assassins of Quangho Province.
The Unknowns.
A fairly impressive assassination group, their leader was placed within 128th in the Murim Ranking Board. Known for their silent work and efficiency.
"So Mr.Kwan what are you willing to offer?" A man in full black asked the despairing father.
"Everything," He said with full determination, and his words laced with anger and fury.
"I see, you can pay the 1/4th of the payment now and you can just full it once the mission is done."
"T-thank you, Please exact revenge for my son"
"We will certainly do so as long as you follow the agreement."
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And just like the wind passing by, the black-clothed assassin disappeared.
"Boys we got a job." Later on his figure appeared on a abandoned house within the outskirts of Quangho City, there were three men and women who wore similar clothing to him.
"What is it this time?" One of them asked, this one have a tone that belongs to a teen.
"Sigh, a wailing father wants revenge."
"Are we gonna just do this petty job?"
"Well the payment is huge so It's hard to refuse."
"Ho? So what is it?"
"Half of the Golden Merchant."
"HAHAHA, It seems we struck gold."
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Qi
One of the major existing energy of the World Vilmerheim, mostly used by the Martial Artists of the Murim Continent.