Deep into the night, in the silence, Yang Zhenshan lay flat on the bed, carefully sensing the Innate True Qi within his body.
Practicing the Yimu Chang Chun Skill doesn’t require sitting cross-legged, just a calm mind and focused sensation.
Of course, having a fixed posture helps in entering the state of focused sensing.
Yang Zhenshan disliked sitting cross-legged, so he usually practiced while lying flat.
He didn’t know how others practiced, but he and Yu Qingyi practiced this way.
As he practiced, a faint emerald glow faintly radiated from the position of his dantian, barely visible and weak.
Yang Zhenshan was just engaging in his daily practice and had no intention of breaking through.
But suddenly, Yang Zhenshan trembled, feeling a warm current beginning to seep out from his dantian.
Within moments, the warm current spread throughout his body.
The originally stagnant qi and blood in his body suddenly surged under the push of the warm current.
As the qi and blood surged, Yang Zhenshan felt as if his body was expanding.
Following that, before he could react, an even more intense warm current surged from his dantian.
Yang Zhenshan abruptly opened his eyes, his gaze sharp, as his body emitted dull bursting sounds.
They sounded just like farting!
Yes, just like farting.
Fortunately, the sound wasn’t loud, and should not reach outside the bedroom, otherwise his dignity as a Marquis would be utterly ruined.
At this moment, Yang Zhenshan couldn’t care less about what the sound was, his mind still immersed within his body.
With the surging warm current, his Innate True Qi grew stronger.
With the continuing puffs of sound, his body seemed to break free from shackles, like a fierce beast awakening within him.
Qi and blood were surging, Innate True Qi was growing, as acupoints were breached and meridians were pierced through.
The glow became increasingly obvious, a mild airflow spreading out from Yang Zhenshan as the center.
This state lasted for about quarter of an hour before ending, and Yang Zhenshan abruptly sat up from the bed.
Lifting his palm, a cluster of emerald glow emerged.
"This old man has turned green!"
Yang Zhenshan looked at the glow in his hand with disdain.
Actually, it wasn’t green, but a light cyan-green color.
Nevertheless, Yang Zhenshan felt strongly repulsed, questioning how could a man like having a greenish color on his body?
The radiating glow circulated in Yang Zhenshan’s palm, signifying the outward flow of True Qi.
Releasing Jin Qi is a hallmark of Postnatal Martial Artists.
Whereas the outward release of True Qi is a mark of Innate Martial Artists.
Jin Qi and True Qi are different; Jin Qi is a kind of explosive power, a force bursting from the body which at its peak can be several times stronger than one’s physical strength.
Innate True Qi, however, is an energy with distinct characteristics, where the release can extend beyond the physical body.
The characteristic of Yimu Chang Chun True Qi is its vitality; perfected practice can revive the dead wood, regrow flesh over bare bones, and rejuvenate all things.
Of course, that level is far beyond Yang Zhenshan’s current capabilities.
Now, Yang Zhenshan could only experience the vitality imbued by the Yimu Chang Chun True Qi, feeling as if he possessed inexhaustible strength.
Feeling the enhancement provided by the Innate Realm, Yang Zhenshan’s smile grew richer.
"Indeed, it’s incomparable to the Postnatal Realm!"
He flicked his sleeves, and the radiant glow instantly transformed into a long spear, piercing into the stool in front of the bed.
The release of True Qi allowed Innate Martial Artists to extend their range of attack beyond the length of their weapon.
If Yang Zhenshan’s True Qi were sufficiently robust, he could even decapitate enemies thousands of feet away.
He could barely extend his True Qi by ten feet.
In actual combat, he definitely would not extend it by ten feet, because after extending that far, the power of True Qi would diminish significantly, and the consumption would be immense.
Attaching True Qi to the Mystical Iron Spear, enhancing each move in combat, was the best way to utilize True Qi.
Having broken through to the Innate Realm, Yang Zhenshan was planning to find a spacious place to test the power of his Innate True Qi, but suddenly, an irresistible urge flashed through his mind, and the next moment, his spirit moved, and he entered the Spiritual Spring Space.
The Spiritual Spring Space looked like a vibrant and colorful painting. Exquisite flowers bloomed in competition, dazzling like clouds in the sky, emitting a faint fragrance. Bees buzzed busily back and forth, collecting sweet pollen. Everything was bursting with life.
Yang Zhenshan appeared in the space, his eyes sweeping over the surroundings, his expression suddenly stunned.
The Spiritual Spring Space had extended again, no, it had expanded significantly.
In an incredibly short time, it had stretched out by hundreds of feet!
Yang Zhenshan stared in astonishment at the dark soil, and a small hill, his eyes filled with bafflement and delight.
The Spiritual Spring Space expanded every day, but the speed was extremely slow, expanding barely one foot per year. Over more than a decade, it had only expanded by several feet.
Before breaking through to the Innate Realm, the Spiritual Spring Space was only about ten acres in size.
Just now, the Spiritual Spring Space had expanded by a hundred feet in one go.
Yang Zhenshan mentally calculated a bit. Now, the area of the Spiritual Spring Space was roughly six to seven hundred acres.
The changes in the Spiritual Spring Space weren’t just in size, but also in terrain; originally, it was flat land, but now, there was suddenly a hillside.
Not only that, Yang Zhenshan raised his hand, carefully feeling.
A faint breeze brushed past his fingertips. This was the wind!