"Moreover, there's one crucial skill." Wang Feng declared.
"With this, I assure you won't find it easy but you'll complete the run without excessive fatigue. I'll elaborate as we run a lap."
With that, the seven commenced their run with Wang Feng, curiosity piqued about the proclaimed crucial technique.
"Ning Rongrong, keep your shoulders slightly down but do not hunch!" Wang Feng offered corrections along the way.
"Oscar, breathe through your nose, not through your mouth! Inhale with nose and exhale with mouth!"
"Xiao Wu, maintain a straight back, unlike Ning Rongrong's bent posture..."
"Ma Hongjun, eyes forward, no lowering your head. What are you looking for in the ground? Gold coins? Be cautious not to strain your neck!"
"Zhu Zhuqing, minimize the waist swaying..."
Wang Feng coughed and gestured towards Zhu Zhuqing's posture, eliciting a speechless glare response from her.
Zhu Zhuqing: "..."
As they ran, Wang Feng diligently corrected their postures. Except for Tang San, the rest exhibited various running habits that needed adjustment. After half a lap, noticeable improvements surfaced. Once acclimated, they found the run considerably easier—until the completion of the first set of back-and-forths.
At the academy entrance, the master had thoughtfully prepared light salt and warm water for everyone, ensuring they had the energy to tackle the second lap of running.
"It seems you're not overly fatigued, as I had presumed," Grandmaster stated, noting the presence of sweat on their faces but the absence of conspicuous exhaustion. He nodded approvingly, "If that's the case, continue putting in the effort."
"Hehe, Master, Feng'ge shared a lot of running techniques, including breathing techniques. It makes the run much more manageable. We've never come across such detailed knowledge about running before."
Xiao Wu remarked as she drank water and wiped the sweat off her cheeks.
Grandmaster, surprised, glanced at Wang Feng but refrained from commenting.
"Wang Feng, aren't you going to drink the water?" Ning Rongrong offered Wang Feng a glass of water, only to be surprised by the absence of any sweat on his face.
Considering he had been guiding the group while running, he should be more tired.
"No need." Wang Feng responded, releasing a breath. With just one lap, his body had not even warmed up properly yet.
"..." Ning Rongrong.
After a brief rest, they embarked on the second round. At the outset, everyone was already feeling a bit fatigued.
"Next, I'll teach you a special method to enhance your soul power through exercise." Wang Feng announced with a smile during the second lap.
Upon hearing this, all seven of them found themselves curious about it.
"No need for astonishment, maintain a steady pace and converse as you move." advised Wang Feng.
He continued, "Conserve your words, conserve your energy. Focus on your breath, be attuned to the rhythm. Just follow my lead for now!"
Everyone listened intently and nodded.
"Recall meditation? It is believed that through meditation, one absorbs the energies of heaven and earth, thereby augmenting their own soul power slowly and steadily!"
Wang Feng explained thoughtfully, "And why can meditation help us tap into the energies of heaven and earth? It's because our mental prowess becomes exceptionally concentrated. Now, after running back and forth, many of your improper postures have been rectified."
Despite their diverse strengths, the seven of them maintained a consistent speed, nearly synchronized in each run. Given their genius status, adjustments came swiftly to them.
Wang Feng suggested, "During your run, practice shallow meditation. Focus entirely on meditation, letting your body's posture slip into a sort of autonomous inertia. When your attention is on meditation, the physical exhaustion won't even register."
"If you're skeptical about it, feel free to experiment."
This method is quite intriguing. In essence, it's about diverting attention. Wang Feng recalled his junior high days, where he can play game a day continuously, devoid of food or drink and still felt not felt tired.
Concentrate in class during college and time flew. Conversely, in less engaging activities, like running a small business, a lesson feels dragged on.
Meditation, being a highly concentrated practice, shields the mind from the fatigue induced by running. Only upon ceasing meditation does the intense physical fatigue set in—similar to realizing exhaustion after a day of gaming once the computer is turned off, prompting the desire to either sleep or eat.
This principle extends to why most women, seemingly physically weaker than men, can endure a day of shopping. It's also applicable to intimate moments, where a man, on the verge, can extend his endurance by diverting attention during an emergency, shifting focus to other thoughts. Wang Feng's words left everyone genuinely surprised.
This is the wisdom Wang Feng distilled from his experiences. Soul power compression, purification and cultivation proved to be too sluggish for him though just meditation.
Consequently, Wang Feng resorted to various methods to expedite soul power development as fast as possible.
Apart from meditation, he explored techniques like self-imposed weight-bearing and also engaging in combat. However, it wasn't a constant cultivation, it lacked the perpetual intensity of, say, being strung up.
The pace was crucial. It couldn't match the rapid progress achieved through nightly meditation or post-battle practices.
"Each of you should devise your own meditation approach. I understand fatigue is setting in. So, now, focus your minds and engage in a simple meditation. Direct the majority of your attention to meditation to amplify your spiritual power."
"Let the running body maintain autonomous inertia..." echoed Wang Feng's guidance.
Everyone began experimenting, transitioning into this hybrid state of half-running, half-meditating. Tang San promptly tested Wang Feng's suggestion.
"Remember, with each lap, the wearier you become, the less you should abandon this method. It not only enhances the effectiveness of your running exercise but also boosts your soul power continuously!"
Wang Feng concluded with this advice and said no more.
This technique relied solely on concentration. The Grandmaster prohibited the use of soul power because employing it rendered the running exercises ineffective. Yet, this approach not only provided physical exercise but also elevated soul power with superior results.
Wang Feng squinted, observing the group. The first to embrace this state was Tang San, a predictable result. Surprisingly, the second person was Zhu Zhuqing. Her focus was exceptional, devoid of distracting thoughts. Upon Wang Feng's suggestion, she immediately delved into the practice. Subsequently, one after another, the rest followed suit quickly after.
The final participant to immerse himself was Ma Hongjun, a person burdened with numerous distracting thoughts. Nevertheless, all seven swiftly entered this mysterious state, eyes open, gazing forward, moving their bodies subconsciously.
While engaged in simple meditation on one side, the initial attempts were awkward, leading to frequent collisions. However, with each successive lap—second, third, fifth, sixth—the seven of them gradually acclimated to this state.
Geniuses indeed proved their mettle. Had Wang Feng assigned this to ordinary individuals, achieving proficiency might take days, even months. Yet, these seven days showcased their genius without question.
Once accustomed, a surprising revelation unfolded—they felt not tired. It wasn't a lack of fatigue but rather an inability to sense it. Wang Feng keenly observed everyone, noting the profuse sweat and flushed faces. Despite this, the running pace remained unwavering and orderly—a rare sight.
Practicing while running was a novel skill for them. The progress might not have been swift but it was undeniably effective, evident by the tenth lap.
"Xiaogang, this seems a bit harsh... they are still just children?" Flender chided the grandmaster with a reproachful look.
"Isn't this what it means to be a monster, to be stronger, better than everyone?" retorted the master, glancing at Flender, making him silent.
"Rest assured, given their youthful vigor, though ten rounds might feel extensive, with mutual support from each other, they should manage. Are the medicinal baths I asked for prepared? They'll need them upon return, they're likely to be utterly spent."
Grandmaster added, anticipating the aftermath.
Grandmaster's voice resonated deeply, "Don't dawdle, immediately usher them into the medicinal barrels immediately upon their arrival."
Flender affirmed, "I've already given the order. I'll assign Zhao Wuji to handle the boys and the village women will attend to the girls."
A nod from the master.
After a while, Tang San and the others finally came into view.
Upon seeing them, disbelief was in both of their eyes.
"Hold on, they all ran back?" Flender squinted into the distance, perplexed.
"Did they use soul power? No, this is peculiar!"
From afar, the seven, led by Tang San and Dai Mubai, appeared flushed and drenched in sweat, resembling individuals who had just taken a bath. However, their strides were disciplined, their eyes sharp, fixated on an unknown point.
And they had run back on their feet!
Even the typically less resilient Ning Rongrong managed to run for ten laps.
Trailing behind, Wang Feng, a wild grass strand dangling from his mouth, casually held the back of his head, followed the seven at leisurely pace.
The seven formed a long row, each one clasping onto the person in front, maintaining a disciplined formation, possibly to uphold order or prevent stumbles during the run.
Their coordination was seamless, almost perfect.
"Did they use soul power? No, they didn't utilize soul power." Grandmaster asserted, a frown creasing his forehead.
"Their bodies seems to be at the limits right now. Notice the redness in Mubai's eyes? That's an indication his body is nearing its threshold."
Perplexed, Flender directed his gaze at Wang Feng, still nonchalantly chewing on his weeds.
"Could this have something to do once again with Wang Feng, this kid?" he pondered aloud.
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