Li Qian, accompanied by Song Yingying, went through the registration procedures at the Chores Hall.
"Big cousin, I've been assigned to the Hundred Herbs Garden."
Song Yingying came out and said.
"The Hundred Herbs Garden is pretty good."
Li Qian remarked.
It was obvious that Song Yingying must have made some arrangements.
Among the many chores, the Hundred Herbs Garden was one of the top placements at the Divine Sword Sect.
"Cousin, if you ever need anything, you can find me at the Chen Bell Tower."
Li Qian said.
Song Yingying nodded gently.
After the staff from the Chores Hall took Song Yingying away, Li Qian also took the opportunity to collect his last month's stipend and contribution points.
Returning to the Chen Bell Tower, Li Qian began to ponder the words that Old Song had left in his letter.
"When the hourglass on the tower runs out, two rings at Chen hour are worth their weight in gold."
He went up to the top of the Chen Bell Tower and gazed at those hourglasses... but no matter how long he thought about it, he couldn't comprehend the meaning behind it.
When it reached Shen hour, Li Qian struck the Chen Bell, a total of six times.
He then proceeded to practice the Sword Stabbing Fist technique.
Although he had reached the level of Inner Strength, the Sword Stabbing Fist could still be practiced further; being the most basic martial arts technique, with continuous and unrelenting cultivation, after opening the Twelve Primary Meridians and then the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, one's Inner Strength could transform again, becoming Inner Qi.
Once Inner Qi is cultured, that marks the true entry into being a Martial Artist.
Inner Strength can only cause harm by being close and shock, but Inner Qi can injure from a distance, the difference is immeasurable.
In comparison, Inner Strength and Inner Qi are worlds apart.
It's like an ordinary person getting their hands on a firearm.
Cultivating the Eight Extraordinary Meridians is much harder than the Twelve Primary Meridians.
Many servant disciples are stuck on the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, unable to become entry-level Martial Artists.
However, with the help of the treasured Chen Bell in his cultivation, Li Qian was confident that he could open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians within a year or two.
After training, Li Qian felt whole and refreshed; cultivating under the stimulation of the bell's sound had a great effect.
Once You hour was over and dinner eaten, Li Qian began to brood over the meaning of that phrase.
He wandered around the tower for a long time but discovered nothing, feeling that he could only wait until the next Chen hour for a possible revelation.
The next morning.
It was an overcast day.
As Chen hour arrived, Li Qian hurriedly sounded the Chen Bell.
Two rings, one after the other.
He couldn't care less about practicing the Sword Stabbing Fist and instead scrutinized everything carefully.
But, in the end, he found nothing.
"Ah, Old Song, why did you leave me with such a riddle?"
Li Qian sighed inwardly.
Many days passed, and Li Qian made no discoveries, but the progress in his cultivation was not too bad; the first meridian of the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, the Yang Wei Meridian, had been partially cleared by his Inner Strength.
He made an estimation... if he continued to cultivate at the current pace, he should be able to open the Eight Extraordinary Meridians in at most a year and a half.
"It would be perfect if I had an Internal Cultivation Method."
Li Qian felt a bit regretful.
According to Old Song, the Sword Stabbing Fist played a passive role in opening the meridians.
While Internal Cultivation Methods have an active role, the two's efficiency cannot be mentioned in the same breath, it could save ten times the time.
It is said that the geniuses among Official Disciples... would have a Qi sense on the first attempt at training, taking just weeks to open the Twelve Primary Meridians, and a few months to cultivate Inner Qi.
Another morning broke.
The day greeted a rising red sun; it was sure to be a sunny one.
Dispelling several days of continuous dreary weather.
Looking at the slowly rising red sun, Li Qian was in high spirits.
As for solving the riddle, he just treated it as an entertainment now.
He would study it when he had nothing better to do.
His true focus was all on cultivation.
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