Feiyin could feel it the moment he woke up.His body was different.It wasn’t just stro felt refined, sharpened, perfected.He sat up slowly, rolling his shoulders, feeling the way his muscles coiled and uncoiled with effortless precision. His body moved with him, no longer something he had to push and trol, but aension of his very will.The once subtle hum of irength that had always coursed through him now pulsed like a steady heartbeat—solid, unwavering, potent.Even the air felt different. The m breeze against his skin wasn’t just cool—it carried depth. He could feel the individual shifts in pressure, the way the wi around obstacles, the faint distortions it made as it touched the world.He closed his eyes, fog inward.Everything was clearer.The rhythm of his ans was steady and strong, their harmony now instinctive. The earth-like stability of his spleen, the unyieldiy of his lungs, the flowing resilience of his kidneys, the vital pulse of his heart, and the steady circution of his liver—eae worked with a syny that felt undeniably right.This erfe in body tempering.His inner sense reached deeper than ever before, threading through every fiber of his being, allowing him to perceive the fai movements within and without.When he flexed his fingers, he could feel the individual shifts in tension along his tendons. When he breathed, he could sehe subtle tras of his diaphragm, the precise intake of air, the exge of energy with the world.And his senses—When he opened his eyes, the m light was sharper, as though every ray of sunshine had beeched into reality with greater crity. His ears caught the rustling of distant leaves, the murmuring of water in a stream too far to see. The st of dew on the grass was crisp, yered with hints of soil and wood. Eveaste of the air was richer, as though he could dis every element carried upon the wind.Feiyin grinned.He wao test it.Throwing on his robe, he grabbed his saber and stepped outside.The training field was empty at this early hour, but that was exactly what he wanted.With slow, deliberate movements, he uhed his bde, feeling its weight in his grasp. The st time he held it, it had taken careful effort to trol each stroke, to ensure his power roperly transferred.Now?He felt every grain of the on’s steel. The way it resonated with his grip, the subtle ban its fed body, the hidden edge waiting to be sharpened by his i.Feiyin took his stance, grounding himself, and swung.The saber moved ly, cutting through the air without resistance. His body, his irength, his ans, and his senses all worked together seamlessly. His feet felt rooted yet light, his muscles pact yet explosive, his irength flowing in a trolled pulse with every motion.Each ssh felt effortless.Eaent precise.Feiyin’s breathing steadied as he increased his pace, weaving strikes into fluid sequences, letting his body adjust to its newfound effid then—He closed his eyes.His inner sense expanded, filling the gaps where sight would usually guide him. He could feel the world—the subtle shifts in the grouh him, the air dispced by his movements, the presence of objects in his surroundings.He struck again.The saber’s edge stopped a hair’s breadth away from a falling leaf.Feiyin opened his eyes, heart pounding iement.His trol was beyond anything he had ever experienced.He felt light. Strong. Unstoppable.A deep satisfa settled within him.He had reached the pinnacle of body tempering.10,000 kg of irength.Every part of his body—inside and out—was now in perfect harmony.Feiyin stepped back from the training field, his body still thrumming with energy, the sheer harmony of his movements leaving a lingering exhiration in his veins. Every breath, every shift of his weight, every heartbeat—it all felt right. Banced.As he walked bae, the cool evening air carried the distant st of food being prepared, the muffled sounds of versation from the vilge filtering through the quiet night. But what caught his attention most was the sound of a zither—its gentle, flowing melody drifting from his home.A smile crept onto his lips.It had been a while since he pyed.Stepping inside, he saw his mother sitting by the window, her fingers gliding across the strings of her zither, eyes half-closed as she lost herself in the music. His father, sitting nearby with his arms crossed, appeared at ease, his usual sharp demeanor softened as he listened.A rare sight.Mei Liao opened her eyes, sensing Feiyin’s arrival. “You’re back.”Cai Feng g him and smirked. “Did you train yourself half to death again?”Feiyin ughed as he shook his head. “Not this time.” He hesitated before walking closer. “Mom, I join you?”Her lips curled into a pleased smile as she gestured to his guqiily on a wooden stand beside her zither. “Of course.”Feiyin carefully took a seat, his fingers running over the smooth cquered wood of his instrument, feeling the subtle vibrations already humming within its strings.He inhaled deeply.Then, he pyed.The first note resohrough the air like the chime of a bell, clear and strong. The note followed, ge firm, carrying a warmth that spread outward like the crag embers of a fire.His mother’s zither followed, weaving around his melody, answering his tuh her own.Together, their musied a cycle.Earth—steady and grounding. His notes held a weight, anch the melody with a deep, stabilizing rhythm.Metal—sharp and precise. His fingers plucked the strings in crisp, exaents, cutting through the harmony like the edge of a finely honed bde.Water—fluid and uable. The melody rippled and swayed, shiftiweeleness and power, adapting, atic.Wood—growing, expanding, breathing. His music carried momentum, eaote stretg and iwining like roots beh the soil.Fire—burning, fierce, uhe cresded, bright and explosive, only to soften once more, settling bato the f embrace of earth.His mother followed his lead, her fingers dang effortlessly, her own uanding of the elements flowing naturally through her music.It was harmony.And Cai Feng liste first, his expression was unreadable, but then his posture eased even further. His shoulders lost their tension, his sharp gaze softened, and a deep, long exhale escaped his lips.Feiyin could feel it in his father’s presehe rare moment of plete peace.The melody filled the room, filling the spaces between their breaths, ing around them like the unseen bonds of family.Mei Liao’s pying slowed, her firembling slightly.Feiyin blinked, notig how her expression had ged.Her eyes, glowing with the light of realization, widened as her spiritual sense fred without warning.The air around them shifted, as if responding to something unseen.Feiyin’s music came to an abrupt halt as he felt it—the surge of energy gathering around his mother.His father immediately straightened, his sharp instincts reizing the moment for what it was.Mei Liao’s breathing quied, her entire body enveloped in a faint, shimmering aura as the energy sank into her, merging with her very being.She was advang.The third phase of Qi densatioal Infusion.Feiyin watched in awe as his mother’s presence deepened, as if something within her had finally clicked into pce.The moment stretched, silent except for the lingering echoes of their music.Then, with a final breath, Mei Liao’s aura stabilized, the glow around her fading as she opened her eyes—brighter than before, as if newly awakened.“…I broke through,” she whispered, disbelief flickering across her face before it melted into joy. “I finally… I—”Cai Feng chuckled, shaking his head. “So it took music for you to reach the step?”Mei Liao turo Feiyin, her amethyst-flecked eyes filled with warmth. “No. It was Feiyin.”Feiyin’s breath hitched. “Me?”His mother nodded, smiling. “Your music carried something more than just sound. You wove the elements into your melody, guided them, bahem. And listening to it, I finally uood what I was missing.”Her voice was filled with pride, gratitude, and something even deeper—awe.Feiyin’s hands trembled slightly as he stared down at his guqin, as if seeing it for the first time.Had his music truly dohat?Had he helped his mother step into a new realm of cultivation?A wide grin spread across his face, his heart swelling with warmth.Cai Feng crossed his arms, shaking his head with an amused smile. “It seems our son has a talent for making the impossible happen.”Mei Liao reached out and ruffled Feiyin’s hair. “It seems he does.”Feiyi out a ugh, the weight of the momeling in his chest like a perfeote pyed at just the right time.As the night stretched on, they remaihere, basking in the warmth of music, family, and newfound growth.