And as for the thoughts in the villagers' hearts, which were not to be shared with outsiders, Wang Xu, as the Lizheng, was absolutely clear about them.
But he did not care.
In one of the few spacious courtyards of Wangxian Village.
He sat cross-legged under the fierce sun, enduring the harsh heat.
Wang Xu focused his five hearts towards the origin, following the method recorded in the Body Strengthening Scripture, repeatedly trying to mobilize the Spiritual Energy that he had never been able to sense.
After circulating it for forty-nine times.
He suddenly felt his body become lighter and stronger, his Qi and Blood surged, and he wasn't tired at all.
Fortune favors the prepared mind; he quickly took out a neatly placed Spiritual Root Talisman from his clean garment and then applied it to his lower abdomen.
Blue smoke rose, yet not a single light flickered.
A feeling of defeat instantly arose in Wang Xu's heart as he said to himself,
