Falling Star Foundation Method, the basic technique taught to all outer disciples, instructed one to first quiet the mind, becoming receptive to the flow of ambient Heaven and Earth Qi. It spoke of feeling the energy like a gentle breeze or a flowing stream. For Wen Xuan, it was rarely more than a faint static against his spiritual senses, fleeting and difficult to grasp, like trying to catch smoke with bare hands. His Inferior Grade 9 roots acted like a faulty net, letting most of the energy slip past, catching only the thinnest, most elusive strands.


    Focus. Guide. Draw it in. The instructions echoed in his mind. With painstaking effort, Wen Xuan attempted to latch onto one of these faint Qi threads with his spiritual sense, coaxing it towards him. It resisted, sluggish and ephemeral. It was like trying to pull a single strand of spider silk without breaking it. Finally, after several failed attempts that left his concentration wavering, he managed to draw a wisp of the cold, ambient Qi towards his body.


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    Lack of effort. Lack of ambition. Silent contemplation. They saw his stillness, his quietness, and judged it as deficiency. They couldn''t see the ferocious, focused battle being waged within, the sheer stubborn will required just to draw a single thread of Qi.


    that be a path?