Gradually opening his eyes, Song Shuhang suddenly felt that he was unable to maintain a cross-legged sitting posture anymore. With a “dong,” as if a perfectly straight pencil, he fell onto the floor.

　　“Eh? Senior Medicine Master, what’s going on? I feel that my body’s gone soft and I’m unable to exert any strength?” Song Shuhang puzzledly asked. He did not have the strength to even move his fingers.

　　Medicine Master knelt beside Shuhang and poked him. “This is a perfectly normal situation. As it is your first time practicing ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯, you were a little too greedy and did not manage to control the intensity of qi and blood that your body is brimming with, resulting in too much qi and blood directed to your Heart Aperture. This caused a temporary weakness in your body, but it doesn’t matter, you will recover in a few minutes. You have to remember, the next time you operate ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯, leave behind a slight trace of qi and blood in order to prevent your body from entering into an unexpected weak state. This way, it will also be more beneficial to your body.”

　　“Oh, so that’s why, haha.” Song Shuhang lay down on the scalding hot balcony and was in a great mood.

　　Finally… I’ve completed the first foundation building step of becoming a cultivator.

　　With the help of Body Tempering Liquid, even with his mediocre aptitude, he would probably be able to complete the Hundred Days Foundation Establishment?

　　After completing his Foundation Establishment, what sort of capability would he possess?

　　Talismans? Spells? Magical Techniques? Escaping Techniques? Invisibility? Clairvoyance?

　　“By the way, Senior, my ‘true self’ is an ordinary me, with a smiling face while sitting there. That means that I am currently still a normal ‘mortal’?” Song Shuhang inquired.

　　“Generally speaking, true selves are related to our identity and experience. No matter what, since you’ve been in contact with a cultivator, your true self should not be an ordinary mortal… unless, deep down, you still do not believe in the existence of ‘cultivation’. Or, perhaps… yea, is the smile of your true self gentle, a smile that lets others feel comfortable seeing it?” Medicine Master pondered and asked.

　　“Although I am slightly embarrassed to admit it, indeed, it’s a smile that makes people feel comfortable when looking at it.” Song Shuhang replied. After all, my ‘true self’ is considered as part of me, so praising my smile is somewhat shameful.

　　Medicine Master sighed and spoke. “As expected. Little Friend Shuhang, you are indeed a nice guy.”

　　“Eh? Senior, please don’t randomly give others a nice guy card!” Song Shuhang replied. He did not take offense in receiving nice guy card, but when one receives too much of it, they will not be able to get a girlfriend.

　　“No, I meant to say that your ‘true self’ represents that you are a nice person, Little Friend Shuhang!” Medicine Master steadily replied.

　　“…” The edges of Song Shuhang’s mouth twitched.

　　To think that my ‘true self’ can reflect such quality?

　　“Alright, Little Friend Shuhang, you have now thoroughly grasped ❮True Self Meditation Scripture❯ and ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯. Especially the latter, you’ve executed it well and your punches had almost made me feel that you’ve been practicing this set of fist techniques for several years. I have nothing much to mentor you in, we shall end here for today.” Medicine Master spoke with a smile.

　　“Thank you for Senior’s pointers.” Song Shuhang gratefully replied.

　　Medicine Master replied, “You don’t have to be courteous with me. Also, take advantage of the period when I’m staying at Jiangnan District and come and find me if there’s any question in regards to cultivation you have. Senior Northern River’s should have told you before, do not bash your head against a brick wall by yourself with regards to problems in cultivation, ask more before thinking a lot.”

　　Saying that, he warned Shuhang once again. “Another thing, regarding cultivating ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯, you should solve the problem of controlling the intensity yourself, and when your body feels exhausted until you cannot muster any strength, do not continue cultivating ❮Basic Buddhist Fist Technique❯. One example would be your current state. Even if you’ve recovered later on, do not continue practicing the fist technique. After all, Foundation Fist Techniques are not exercises to maintain your health, but firm punches to temper your fists. There’s a limit to one’s ‘qi and blood’, and there’s a limit of a day’s recovery of it too. If you overexert yourself, it will harm your body.

　　“I understand. Furthermore, with my current state, even if I had the mind to continue practicing, I cannot move anyway.” Song Shuhang laughed loudly. He couldn’t even lift his fingers right now.

　　“Haha, since you’re someone who has self-control, I shall not say any more.” Medicine Master gently smiled. “Right now, you should just lie down here and recall the feeling when you were executing the Fist Techniques and Meditation Techniques. Recalling is also an important part of cultivation.

　　“Alright, Senior Medicine Master,” Song Shuhang replied.

　　Medicine Master was very satisfied and afterward, he waved his hands at Song Shuhang. “Alright, then I shall leave first!”

　　The moment his words ended, his body transformed into a sword beam, and with a “sou” sound, he disappeared in front of Song Shuhang. This should be the legendary Blade Light?

　　“Wait a moment, Senior!” Song Shuhang struggled and reached out his hands and spoke in a pained manner. “Senior, you should at least… send me back to my dormitory.”

　　He was still lying on the scorching hot rooftop.

　　The time now was approximately 5:30 pm and the month of June. Grandpa Sun in the sky was still emitting its light and heat.

　　The plump sun was as if asking Song Shuhang: The human meat teppanyaki Student Song Shuhang who is lying on the rooftop, you want to be cooked medium done? Or medium-well done? Or well done?

　　“What a misfortune!” Song Shuhang sighed.

　　He’ll most probably get a heat stroke. If he continued to be exposed to the sun a while more, he would become a dried-up Shuhang that could be cut into pieces to sell accordingly to weight.

　　At this moment, Song Shuhang really wished that a nice person could come onto the rooftop and support him. He would definitely be very grateful.

　　“Also, there’s another important thing I had forgotten. I have yet to get the chance to ask Senior Medicine Master if he has a method to find the person investigating me secretly.” Song Shuhang gloomily spoke to himself.

　　However, right now, Medicine Master has already gone far away and he could only wait until the next time they met. If worst comes to worst, he could call to inquire later on.

　　After all, he had Medicine Master’s contact number, and if there were any accidents, he could immediately ask Medicine Master for help.

　　❄️❄️❄️

　　During the time when Song Shuhang was pondering, perhaps a god had heard his prayers—sounds of footsteps sounded from the rooftop’s door.

　　“Eh? Why is rooftop’s door open today?” A lowered male voice could be heard.

　　Immediately, Song Shuhang was delighted and was about to open his mouth to call for help.

　　Just then, a female voice sounded, “Isn’t it better like this? Hoo, let’s head to the rooftop! We’ve never attempted there before and most likely, it’ll be very exciting.”

　　“That’s what I thought too, but let’s be careful. If we’re seen by someone, it’ll be bad.” While the guy was speaking, he opened the door to the rooftop.

　　“If we’re seen by someone, isn’t that more exciting?” That female seemed to be very open-minded.

　　Song Shuhang decisively shut his mouth and gave up his thought to ask for help—this was an affectionate couple out in the open that somewhat provoked envy, jealousy, and hatred.

　　This pair of lovebirds that should be burnt to death had gone to the other side of the rooftop. Thus, they did not notice Student Song Shuhang’s corpse on the other side.

　　After having chosen their venue, they started a battle between martial experts.

　　Song Shuhang sighed while shutting his eyes and gradually recovered his own strength. Sounds of the two martial arts experts fighting could be heard.

　　Quite a while later, the weak feeling finally dispersed.

　　Song Shuhang struggled and climbed up from the ground while his weakened limbs slowly walked towards the rooftop door.

　　“Oh right, the junior earlier on seems to have said that it would be more exciting if they were seen by others?” Song Shuhang kneaded his jaw and muttered.

　　He felt that he should satisfy their desire.

　　After all, his ‘true self’ told him that the guy named Song Shuhang was someone who was willing to help others!

　　Since it is as easy as lifting one’s hand, then I shall help this junior fulfill her desire?

　　“There’s nothing to be done, who asked me to be a nice guy,” said Song Shuhang while he leaned against the wall, revealing half of his body and looking at the other side of the rooftop.