After reviewing the information that flooded into his mind, Zhao Yi sat quietly in thought for a few minutes. Then, he checked his physical condition. Due to the previous owner suffering a deviation in cultivation and having his meridians severed inch by inch, this body was in an utterly terrible state. The most urgent task now was to heal his injuries.
The introductory cultivation technique for outer disciples of the Imperial Sword Sect was the Primordial Breath-Gathering Technique, which could be practiced up to the late Qi Condensation stage. It was the most common type of Qi Condensation technique in the Western Continent—uncomplicated and attribute-free. For disciples just entering the world of immortality, it was an excellent method that allowed them to rapidly sense Spiritual Energy. If one needed a more advanced method, they had to purchase it themselves or exchange corresponding points for it at the sect. The Imperial Sword Sect primarily focused on killing enemies through sword control; naturally, its main cultivation centered around sword control. However, one had to reach the late Qi Condensation stage to practice even basic sword control techniques, and the range was only about thirty meters. Even so, using it once or twice a day would deplete one's Spiritual Energy entirely, making it unsustainable.
Zhao Yi opened his Storage Bag. Inside were only a single healing pill and a few dozen Inanition Pills. He had no ability to afford healing pills; even these Inanition Pills had been bought at a huge cost. The healing pill had been a gift from Shi Jian, the senior brother who had guided his cultivation, and it had even been given to him in secret. Although it was only a basic healing pill, Zhao Yi deeply engraved this kindness in his heart. Taking out the healing pill, he placed it in his mouth, circulated his technique, and began to heal.
Although the Primordial Breath-Gathering Technique was a basic Qi Condensation technique, its healing effect was extraordinary. If it had to be classified by attribute, it was probably closest to the wood attribute. Following the operational path of the technique, Zhao Yi slowly circulated the Spiritual Energy. As the Spiritual Energy moved through his meridians, a piercing pain shot through them, causing Zhao Yi's entire body to tremble, his face to turn pale, and cold sweat to pour down. With extraordinary willpower, he clenched his teeth and persisted. He watched as, following the circulation of the Spiritual Energy, the severed sections within his meridians healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
After over ten days of recuperation, Zhao Yi's injuries gradually improved, but the recovery speed was extremely slow. He labored to circulate the technique, feeling that faint, elusive power flowing within his body, though he was not particularly anxious at heart. Several days had already passed, and he had only recovered a little less than half, which meant he would still need a long time to fully heal.
Today, after running the technique for several cycles, a startling discovery made his eyes widen. He sensed that several meridians, which had never existed before, had appeared inside his body. Like mysterious passages hidden deep within, they were faint yet truly present. These meridians had not originally been existed, but now they had popped out. Could they be newly developed meridians? Had they appeared after his transmigration?
Zhao Yi's heart was filled with both shock and joy. He realized that this was a brand-new set of meridians, and they would definitely have a special function. He concentrated his mind, attempting to explore these new meridians and feel their uniqueness. Every attempt was like groping in the dark, carrying a trace of anticipation and tension.
As time passed, Zhao Yi gradually gained a deeper understanding of these meridians. He discovered that by consciously guiding his breath to flow through them, he could stimulate deeper-level potential within his body, which helped accelerate the recovery of his injuries. As for whether there were any other functions, it was not yet certain; he would wait until his injuries were fully healed to explore further. This discovery showed him the hope of recovery and filled him with anticipation for his future. He made up his mind to redouble his efforts to explore these mysterious meridians and allow himself to recover as soon as possible.
Another half month and more passed, and all the meridians in Zhao Yi's body were completely unblocked. Spiritual Energy surged through them like flowing water, and his injuries had completely healed. Coupled with the opening of the new meridians, Zhao Yi's cultivation level had improved far beyond what it was before he was injured. When he first arrived in Zhao Country, he was only at Qi Condensation Layer 5; now, he had already touched the threshold of Qi Condensation Layer 6, and before long, he should be able to break through to the sixth layer. Push a little harder, and he could break through to the seventh layer, entering the late Qi Condensation stage. Then, he would no longer need to serve as a tribute-bearer for Zhao Country and could apply to return directly to the sect to enter the inner gates.
Feeling immensely refreshed, Zhao Yi let out a few long roars toward the sky before opening the cultivation room and stepping out of the room.