Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

Some people echoed:

"Yes, I've heard that although the path to becoming a wizard is difficult, as long as you have the aptitude and the resources, you can persevere and eventually make progress; it's just a matter of how fast or slow."

But the Knight's Breathing Technique is different. The feeling of the "Seed of Life" is either there or it isn't; it's very mysterious.

Those who are truly talented and willing to work hard can usually achieve mastery in two or three years, and some are even said to be able to grasp the basics in just over a year. Those kinds of people are more likely to become seasoned knights in the future!

During the conversation, someone mentioned a rumor about a neighboring count's estate:

"Have you heard? That 'Rock Knight' from the Earl of Toge, he's a great knight. Two years ago, he single-handedly held off a small group of sea monsters that triggered a magical tide!"

Someone immediately scoffed:

"Come on! That's because he's covered in 'magic armor' with runes engraved all over his body. His sword, his armor, and even his horseshoes are all enchanted!"

The burned gold coins could probably fill this tavern! Anyone with that kind of gear would want to show off a bit, right?

After several rounds of drinks, the conversation became increasingly rambling, and a considerable amount of ale had been consumed.

The pale-faced Franl who initially complained about meditation and the dark-skinned Franl who practiced breathing techniques were now both dazed from drinking.

Their speech was slurred, and they helped each other to their feet, swaying as they mumbled that they wanted to go back to rest.

The two stumbled through the noisy tavern lobby and headed toward the side door leading to the back guest rooms.

Just as they passed through the shadow of a load-bearing pillar, a short, thin, sallow-faced middle-aged man wearing a worn-out gray cotton robe seemed to be passing by.

Whether it was because the ground was slippery or because the two were very drunk, they both tripped at the same time.

She screamed and fell forward, about to tumble and fall in a sorry state.

The middle-aged man with the sallow complexion reacted extremely quickly. With a cry of "Oh dear!" he stretched out his hands, seemingly flustered but actually steady and precise, one in each hand.

They held their arms firmly, preventing them from embarrassing themselves in public.

"Young masters, be careful! Have you had too much to drink? Don't fall!"

The middle-aged man's voice was hoarse, carrying the humility and concern characteristic of ordinary people.

The two drunken Frans were so confused that they only felt themselves being supported and mumbled thanks.

The middle-aged man then half-supported and half-carried them, saying, "Let me help you two to rest."

He then led them familiarly to the second floor of the tavern and pushed open the door to a quiet room that had already been opened.

The room was simply furnished with only a bed, a table, and two chairs.

The middle-aged man helped the two nearly unconscious young people to sit down by the bed.

As he moved, his fingertips almost imperceptibly brushed against the back of their necks, and a faint but pure internal force silently seeped in.

This is not an attack, but rather a temporary amplification of the feeling of rushing blood and drowsiness.

"Young masters, have some water to sober up first."

The middle-aged man turned around and poured two cups of warm water from the earthenware pot on the table.

With his back to the two people, his fingers deftly slipped two small paper packets from his sleeve.

Quickly flick the grayish-white "Lirensan" powder into the cup. The powder dissolves instantly in water, and is colorless and odorless.

He held the water glass to their lips.

The two Frans, parched and drowsy, took the middle-aged man's hand and drank the water in their cups in one gulp.

The effects of the drug take time to take hold, but combined with their existing intoxication and the guidance of their internal energy, the drowsiness comes on much faster.

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea, their eyes completely glazed over, and their heads lolled to the side.

A soft snore began as he drifted into a deep, drug-induced sleep.

The sallow-faced middle-aged man, Solo, now had eyes as sharp as an eagle's.

He locked the door, checked the windows again, and then went back to the bedside.

He didn't ask questions immediately, but instead took out several long silver needles from the peach wood box.

He moved with lightning speed, the silver needles imbued with a faint internal force, precisely piercing several specific acupoints on the heads of the two Frans:

Baihui, Shenting, Benshen, Shuaigu... these acupoints are closely related to the nervous system and conscious activity.

At the same time, he placed his thumbs on the "Fengchi" acupoint on the back of the neck and the "Anmian" acupoint behind the ears of the two people.

The subtle internal energy, like fine silk threads, slowly seeps in, further guiding and consolidating the hypnotic state.

And temporarily suppress its subconscious instinct to protect itself from certain sensitive information.

After completing these preparations, Solo spoke in that low, calm tone with a peculiar rhythm.

They began by asking questions in a soft voice, their voices seemingly able to penetrate directly into the depths of the sleeping soul.

He started by asking questions of the dark-skinned Farland, who was practicing breathing techniques, gradually increasing the level of difficulty.

From the name of the breathing method, its school of thought, basic posture, breathing rhythm, and initial sensations of qi and blood circulation.

Gradually delving into the specific practice roadmap, key insights at different stages, potential obstacles, and coping strategies mentioned by family instructors...

Under deep hypnosis and stimulation of specific nerve centers with acupuncture, this man, Fran, was in a coma.

However, his facial muscles would occasionally twitch slightly, and he would make indistinct syllables in his throat.

Solo was extremely patient, constantly adjusting the way and pace of his questions to guide the other party to gradually reveal the fragmented information about the "Gray Rock Breathing Technique" from the depths of his memory.

This process is not always smooth sailing; sometimes, due to lingering memories, the other person's answers may become confused or stalled.

Solo then changed his perspective, or used his internal force to gently stimulate the relevant acupoints to help him recall.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a cultivation method called "Gray Rock Breathing Method" appeared.

Its main framework, core principles, and most of the practice methods have been roughly pieced together by Solo.

Of course, there are some of the most subtle details that require oral instruction or even personal demonstration.

The unique body-strengthening techniques or secret medicine formulas associated with this breathing method are still missing.

However, based on Solo's perspective and knowledge as a martial arts master from his previous life, combined with his preliminary understanding of the human body and energy foundation in this world...

He was confident that as long as he had the basic framework, he could spend some time figuring out and experimenting with the missing details.

It's not difficult to fill the gaps, and it might even be possible to optimize it.

However, when he turned his attention to the pale-faced Farran, who practiced the "Radiant Moon Meditation Method," the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

Solo also used silver needles and internal energy to assist in hypnosis, and began to inquire about the basic visualization patterns of meditation, methods of guiding mental energy, and preliminary methods of sensing things like magic elements...

The question touched on the very edge of the specific content of the meditation method, only asking the other party to describe the shapes of the most basic meditation runes at the very beginning of the book "The Bright Moon Meditation Method".

A sudden change has occurred!

The pale-faced Franl, who was fast asleep, suddenly began to tremble violently. Veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat instantly soaked his temples.

Although he did not wake up, his face showed an extremely painful expression, and he made a "hoarse" sound from his throat, as if he were being choked.

Solo's brows furrowed immediately, and his fingers swiftly touched the other's wrist.

At the same time, spiritual awareness cautiously extends like tentacles to sense its mental fluctuations.