Why Can't Genya Use Breathing Techniques Novels & Stories

"Why? Aren't you in harmony?" "Uh... It's not about disharmony." Qin Haodong explained, "It is a unique secret technique, and the conditions to be met are very strict. The users should absolutely trust each other. Only when they completely release their bodies and minds can they do it. Otherwise, they will fail. "In addition, it must be ensured that there's no genuine Qi in the target's Dantian. Otherwise, it will repel the infused Genuine Qi and fail. "In order to save me, your Genuine Qi was used up, so we were able to use it. Yagyuu Yukime's cultivation is too high to use that. I can help her cultivation, but it won't be that effective."

"Not yet!" Chad turned to Sandra. "Have you continued practicing?" Sandra seemed flustered. "I have, but my body hasn't changed much." Chad did not understand why, so he said, "Stay here and practice the breathing technique. I'll see where the problem lies." Both of them nodded and sat down to meditate, beginning to practice the fire folk's breathing technique. Chad silently observed them for an hour and finally discovered the issue. Indeed, Imperious's method could not entirely remove the Evergrow; it was merely a temporary solution.

Few people in the world had enough medical skills to seal someone’s life energy with needles at the moment of death and keep their body in perfect condition for three days. “Move his body out of there,” Eden said, standing to the side with her needle pack in hand. She looked down at the needle pack, her brows furrowed and her expression serious. She hadn’t told Alain the full truth about her condition at Pear Garden. With her current stamina, using the Thirteen Angels’ Breaths technique would be extremely difficult. “What’s wrong?” Alain asked, noticing Eden’s troubled expression. Eden looked up and said, “It’s nothing…”

But I don’t have the words to answer her. “Good,” she encourages me. “Now slower. Concentrate on forcing your breath to slow down. Rid your mind of all the emotions that released the power.” At first, all I can manage is to take quick, ragged breaths. But then I close my eyes, ignoring all the blood and carnage on the battlefield below, and start forcing each breath to slow, one at a time, until I can speak again. “It’s working,” I tell her. But I still have the lightning shooting out of my fingers, though it’s thinning out.

It wasn’t just because Raven was busy; the sessions were more peaceful without him. Gia sat down to regulate her breathing. “All done,” the instructor said, helping her stand, looking visibly relieved. Today’s session was calmer, though Matteo’s piercing gaze made the instructor uneasy. Unlike Gia, the instructor preferred Raven’s presence despite his constant complaints—he didn’t exude an aura that sent shivers down one’s spine. “Practice the breathing exercises like today every morning. It will help strengthen the pushing muscles for when those two bundles decide to meet the world,” the instructor said sweetly, patting Gia’s belly.