Shen Yuan winces at the pointed reminder. "Of course," he says calmly, setting the bag aside. On the inside, however, he's wailing. Trained for this?? No, he wasn't! He just spent his first life reading a bunch of fantasy novels and then fell into the body of a peak lord! He never had to go through foundational training, he just picked it up after the fact! He never actually had to think about throwing his qi around or casting out his senses in Shen Qingqui's body, it just kind of happened, like breathing!
Although...qi is kind of like breathe, isn't it? It passes into and out of the body, it circulates...just like blood, actually. And thanks to his 21st century education, Shen Yuan knows that oxygen, the whole point of breathing, is carried in the blood. So, really, sort of, in a sense, shouldn't the process be exactly the same? (And it's not like he's trying to send any of his qi out of his body, he just...needs to make his spiritual senses a bit sharper! All very nice and contained and internal, ha ha haha!)
He tries to shake off the mental image of blood spouting from every hole in his face and composes himself a second time, thinking as calmly as he can about his breathing. Oxygen goes in, carbon dioxide goes out...huh, kind of like the surf, isn't it? Rolling in, rolling out, sometimes stuff gets left behind...And as soon as he thinks of it like that something clicks in his head and all of a sudden he notices the bag lying in the sand six or seven meters down the beach, the bag that feels like him.
"...oh, there it is," he says quietly, and takes a moment to dust himself off after standing up again.
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Shen Yuan winces at the pointed reminder. "Of course," he says calmly, setting the bag aside. On the inside, however, he's wailing. Trained for this?? No, he wasn't! He just spent his first life reading a bunch of fantasy novels and then fell into the body of a peak lord! He never had to go through foundational training, he just picked it up after the fact! He never actually had to think about throwing his qi around or casting out his senses in Shen Qingqui's body, it just kind of happened, like breathing!
Although...qi is kind of like breathe, isn't it? It passes into and out of the body, it circulates...just like blood, actually. And thanks to his 21st century education, Shen Yuan knows that oxygen, the whole point of breathing, is carried in the blood. So, really, sort of, in a sense, shouldn't the process be exactly the same? (And it's not like he's trying to send any of his qi out of his body, he just...needs to make his spiritual senses a bit sharper! All very nice and contained and internal, ha ha haha!)
He tries to shake off the mental image of blood spouting from every hole in his face and composes himself a second time, thinking as calmly as he can about his breathing. Oxygen goes in, carbon dioxide goes out...huh, kind of like the surf, isn't it? Rolling in, rolling out, sometimes stuff gets left behind...And as soon as he thinks of it like that something clicks in his head and all of a sudden he notices the bag lying in the sand six or seven meters down the beach, the bag that feels like him.
"...oh, there it is," he says quietly, and takes a moment to dust himself off after standing up again.