No matter how anxious Zhao Changhe was to sprout wings and fly, the reality was that he had no choice but to board a boat with his horse, Snow-Treading Crow, and travel the old-fashioned way.0

Rushing would not help. There was not much else he could do anyway. Zhao Changhe tried to calm his mind, sitting by the side of the boat, taking small sips of wine while casually flipping through the body cultivation manual that Situ Xiao had given him. He wanted to see if there was any way any of its principles could be integrated into his Blood Asura Body to address his physique’s lacking defensive capabilities.0

Based on his current understanding of martial arts and the insights that Li Shentong had shared, he was almost certain that it was impossible for the two differing ideologies to mingle—the energy circulation and muscle structure that was developed from the cultivation of the two unique body cultivation techniques was simply too different. However, Zhao Changhe felt that his comprehension was not complete yet, and even Li Shentong’s interpretation was not necessarily the final answer. Perhaps, at some point in the future, integration would be possible. For now, he decided to hold on to it.0

In any case, there were still some aspects of it that could be referenced and applied in the meantime, such as releasing vigorous qi to form a brief defensive barrier on the...0