Nascent Soul Rebirth: Starting as a Wizard

Another knight with a kind face, Kaman, added: "Grasping that feeling of 'rhythm' is the most crucial step in gathering the 'seed of life'."

The seed of life does not appear out of thin air; it is the scattered rhythm of life that you sense.

Use your mind and breath to slowly gather, concentrate, and nourish the energy, eventually forming a stable energy core within your body.

You can now occasionally sense it, which means you're on the right track; all that's missing is the right timing and a little bit of opportunity.

Remember the physical state, breathing rhythm, and even mood when that "heat" and "movement" occur.

Next time, try to actively "recall" and "search" for that state, like repeatedly groping for a familiar switch in the dark.

Henk also said in a deep voice, "That's right, once you can grasp that 'life rhythm' more clearly and make it last for a period of time during practice, rather than just a fleeting glimpse, you'll be able to achieve it."

Then, by using breathing techniques to guide the flow of qi and blood, continuously refining and compressing this rhythm until it condenses into a stable 'seed,' the skill will naturally follow.

Of course, this "natural process" may only take a few months, or it may take one or two years, depending on the individual.

But you have crossed the initial and most difficult threshold; you can say you are now standing at the door to condensing the seed of life, Master Solo.

The knights, one after another, discussed the subtle relationship between sensing the "rhythm of life," linking the "blood and qi furnace," and regulating the "breathing of the lungs."

They described it in their simplest and most straightforward language.

Although it lacks sophisticated terminology, it is full of practical wisdom and bodily intuition.

Solo listened intently, sometimes nodding in understanding, sometimes asking for details.

For example, "Is the 'heat' sensation concentrated in one spot or wandering around?" "At what time of day and under what physical conditions is this sensation more likely to occur?"

"Besides focusing on breathing, are there any auxiliary movements or meditation postures that can help stabilize it?"

The knights shared their experiences without reservation.

Some people first clearly capture the rhythm in the moment when they are exhausted and relaxed after a fierce battle.

Some people naturally enter this state when they stand still for a long time and forget themselves and their surroundings.

Some people also mentioned that when they are full and warm, they are more likely to feel the activity of qi and blood.

The various, even contradictory, answers provided precisely illustrate the individual differences and practicality of this path.

Solo recorded these diverse experiences one by one, combining them with his analytical eye's observations of the body's interior.

We are constantly revising and deepening our understanding of the power path of "breathing techniques - life rhythm - life seed".

Although he had only recently acquired the complete breathing technique and his cultivation had only just begun.

But in fact, they had already clearly sensed the threshold of the rhythm of life.

Solo roughly estimated that he would be able to enter the ranks of a formal knight in at most half a month.

But such speed is too astonishing, so he must break through at the right time.

He used the many knights he had trained to teach him, and he also used his remarkable knightly talent to his advantage.

He used everything in his surroundings to lay the perfect groundwork for his rapid breakthrough to becoming a formal knight.

Watching Solo intently absorb the information and apply it to other situations.

Considering the speed at which he had previously demonstrated his power growth and his current progress, which has already touched the edge of "rhythm," this is further illuminating the situation.

The knights were even more amazed.

Old Rex couldn't help but sigh again, this time with even greater certainty:

"Judging from this... Young Master Solo, you're not just 'possibly' touching the threshold, you've already got one foot inside!"

From sensing the rhythm, to clearly grasping it, and then attempting to condense it...

With your comprehension and this dedication to research, I think it definitely won't take a year! It could be much faster!

Aurora was even more excited, as if she had witnessed something incredible: "Ten months! No, maybe it can be done in eight months! Young Master Solo, you'd better put in the effort and show us!"

The surrounding knights nodded in agreement, creating a lively atmosphere.

Their discussions and predictions at this moment are no longer polite encouragement, but rather rather serious judgments based on observation and experience.

Surrounded by people earnestly seeking his advice, Solo wore a rare, almost gratified smile.

Solo knew about today's conversation, as well as the state and progress he had demonstrated.

It was destined that the news would reach the Viscount and even more people through the mouths of these knights.

Solo's "self-discovery of breathing techniques and rapid progress" is a testament to this.

It has already laid a solid and real foundation in the hearts of these key witnesses.

"Eight months to condense the seed of life?" A knight clicked his tongue in amazement. "My goodness, if it really works, that speed could probably rival that of Lord Hoffman, the 'Iron Wall' of the Tuoju Earl family, in his youth!"

It took the Iron Wall Great Knight half a year to condense his life seed; perhaps young master Solo has the potential to become a Great Knight!

Amidst the astonished and expectant gazes of the crowd, Solo simply smiled modestly and said nothing more, but he already knew what was going on.

The purpose of this "consultation" has been successfully achieved.

Just as the training ground was filled with a lively, boisterous atmosphere—

"De de de de... de de de de!!"

A rapid, frantic sound of horses' hooves, almost out of rhythm, came from afar like a death knell.

It pounded on everyone's eardrums, instantly shattering the afternoon's tranquility!

At the end of the road, a warhorse carrying a figure galloped towards them, foaming at the mouth.

The man on horseback was covered in blood, and his helmet was nowhere to be found.

His face was covered in sweat, mud, and horrifying bloodstains, and his eyes were filled with boundless terror.

His light leather armor was torn in several places, revealing rolled-up wounds, and his left hand hung limply at an unnatural angle.

The warhorse charged to the checkpoint, its front hooves buckled, and it collapsed to its knees with a mournful neigh, causing the rider to tumble off its back.

Struggling to his feet, he used all his strength to let out a heart-wrenching scream:

"Silver Creek Harbor!! Silver Creek Harbor is finished! It's a 'large' sea monster! And not just one! It's leading a horde of monsters into the harbor!"

The dock...the dock is half destroyed! Our brothers defending the port have suffered heavy casualties! Requesting reinforcements! Immediate reinforcements—!!!

"A large sea monster!"

These four words, like a chilling current carrying icy shards, instantly entered everyone's ears, freezing all smiles and noise.

On the training field, whether it was Aurora who had just finished her match or the knight who was chatting and laughing, everyone's face turned ashen in an instant.

His eyes were sharp as knives, yet also carried a hint of undisguised solemnity and...a touch of horror.

Having lived and fought on the fjord islands for so many years, they knew all too well what "large sea monsters" meant.

Those were neither ordinary, several-meter-long demonized sea wolves or spiny sea lizards, nor were they the large demonic beasts on the fjord islands, which at most were just demonized bears and tigers.

That was a true powerhouse in the nearshore waters, a monster capable of easily capsizing fishing boats, ramming small docks, and possessing terrifying strength!

Every landing of a "large" sea monster requires at least a dozen or so regular knights or two or three veteran knights to exert all their strength.

It was a disaster that even seasoned knights equipped with some magical artifacts could only resolve.

In the past two decades, Fjord Island has only been attacked on this scale two or three times.