Sword Training

He wanted to help maintain the stability of the environment without overwhelming her. "Excellent. Keep your Qi flow steady and maintain the spiral. Picture it like a slow whirlpool, pulling in wisps of Qi and binding them together."

Wan Ling nodded her head and took in a deep breath. The fused vortex of her own Qi and Primordial Yang within her dantian swirled steadily, each cycle pulling in stray wisps of Qi from her meridians.

Though her core felt full, she could sense there was a way to push it further—a threshold she could cross to evolve her cultivation entirely.

She opened her eyes, glancing at Shen Yuan. His gaze was calm yet encouraging, and she felt herself calming down looking at his face. "Brother Yuan," she said quietly, "I can feel the energy expanding, but… it seems like I'm on the edge of breakthrough."