Jiang Shouzhong was awestruck by the profound mysteries of cultivation. Suddenly, everything before his eyes blurred, and he was back inside the small room, tinted by the dim yellow of an oil lamp.
"Well?"
Yan Changqing asked with a smile.
Jiang Shouzhong was still immersed in the haziness he had just experienced, feeling his mind drifting and pleasantly dizzy.
After a long while, he finally collected himself, his expression brightened, and asked the key question,
"How should I nurture these two little figures?"
"Yin and Yang Qi."
Yan Changqing said slowly, "Essence has form and is Yin, Qi is formless and is Yang.
Upright Qi is Yang, the sun rising in the east is Yang, the seasonal morning Qi is Yang, joy is Yang, goodness is Yang...
The same logic applies to Yin Qi.
Cold is Yin, dead Qi is Yin, the Qi of women is Yin...
