When the moonlight in the cave was blocked and then spread out again by the clouds, Ye Fan had been sitting on the blue stone slab for three days. The Jiuxiao Huanpei was suspended before his knees, its warm guqin body shimmering with a pale golden glow that intertwined with the moonlight filtering through the cave roof, casting a diamond-shaped patch of light on the ground.
He unfolded half a volume of the yellowed Ye Family Profound Technique, his fingertips brushing across the final page of missing fragments—annotations left by the previous family head using blood as ink: "Where rigidity and flexibility conflict, there must be a way of transition." The handwriting stopped abruptly there, as if sharply severed by some weapon.
"In my past life, when I was in the Inquiry Realm, I once saw the complete Taichu Sword Canon." Ye Fan closed his eyes briefly. The peach tree in his Inner World swayed without wind, its petals falling onto the opened pages of the book. "The deficiency in our family's martial arts manual was actually stuck in the meridian flow of 'mutual transformation of rigidity and flexibility.'" His fingertips pressed against his Shanzhong acupoint, feeling the faint, elusive sluggishness within his body—this was the core bottleneck that always trapped his cultivation at the peak of the Jade Bone Realm.
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