I have a Tantric panel

Xia En pondered Yu Ge's words carefully and realized that this was indeed the truth.

Recently, I've been practicing breathing exercises at night.

The progress bars for "Physical Condition" and "Health" are moving faster than usual.

From the perspective of the principles of the two methods of practice.

The ether captured by the breathing technique remains directly in the lungs and body.

Meditation, on the other hand, is more inclined towards spiritual growth.

Yu Ge spoke slowly: "As you probably know, the most important principle of breathing techniques is rhythm."

"The same applies to combat sports."

"When you integrate the rhythm of your breathing with the fighting, you can exert and withdraw power at the right time."

"Your ether will also flow, strengthening your body."

Xia En listened very attentively.

This invaluable experience is a closely guarded secret for some extraordinary individuals.

You can't figure it out by figuring it out on your own in a lifetime.

But in the Knox family, they are part of their heritage.

"Try using the breathing technique while throwing a punch."

Following Hugh's advice, Xia En found it to be much more difficult than he had imagined.

Throwing a punch alone is no problem.

Using breathing techniques alone is also fine.

But when you put the two together, the rhythm gets messed up.

The way the muscles are exerting force is strange.

The dark current in his chest hadn't even risen before it scattered, like something hitting a reef.

"Don't rush."

Yu Ge comforted him, "Try to maintain your breathing rhythm first, and then add movements while breathing."

"This skill is not easy to master; it took me two or three months to learn it."

Xia En calmed down and, under Yu Ge's guidance, slowly began to grasp the knack of it.

[Combat: 1 (12%...13%...)]

[Dark Tide Breathing Technique: 0 (25%...26%...)]

During this process, both attributes are slowly but steadily improving.

When people are focused, they don't notice the passage of time.

In the blink of an eye, the sun was setting in the west.

Yu Ge glanced at the clock on the wall: "That's about it for today."

"Here, wipe your sweat."

He accepted the towel handed to him by Yu Ge.

Xia En's hair was already soaked with sweat, and he looked like he had been pulled out of the water.

This training was more tiring than he had anticipated.

But I gained a lot; I not only learned how to use a gun correctly, but I also officially entered the world of hand-to-hand combat.

Before that.

Shane's unarmed combat skills are like his painting skills without any training from Alara—purely amateurish.

They fight solely based on experience and intuition gained from stat allocation.

Now I have some theoretical knowledge.

My basic skills are more solid now.

Xia En wiped his sweat and glanced to the side out of the corner of his eye.

Gwen, who had been torturing the sandbags, had left the training field at some point.

"What are you looking at? They've already left."

Yu Ge asked sarcastically, "Could it be... you like this one?"

Xia En shook his head and said in a low voice.

"I have a feeling that she might be an extraordinary being from the Path of Silent Winter."

"Silent Winter? It doesn't look like it."

Yu Ge raised an eyebrow, his teasing expression disappearing.

"Even the Path of Silent Winter is not necessarily filled with madmen who seek to reduce everything to death."

"Some people choose a path simply because they are influenced by their environment."

"For example, in our family, many members prefer other paths, but in the end, most of them still choose to keep secrets."

He understood Xia En's unspoken meaning and added a sentence.

"However, I will be careful."

Shane was just offering a reminder.

Seeing that her uncle was wary, she stopped saying anything more.

The two rested for a while before leaving the training building.

Before parting, Yu Ge remembered something.

"I almost forgot about this."

He took a thin notebook out of his bag and handed it to him.

"Here, this is for you."

"Did my great-grandmother give this to me too?"

"No, this was left to me by my father, and now I'm giving it to you."

Yu Ge gently stroked the notebook's rough, pilling cover, his tone filled with nostalgia.

"This is a demon hunter's journal."

"It contains a lot of information about evil creatures, their characteristics, and hunting methods."

"If I could, I would actually prefer that you never had to use that intelligence."

"But now that we've stepped into the veil, we're bound to come into contact with them—knowing their weaknesses is better than knowing nothing at all."

Xia En took the notebook.

This booklet is thin, yet it feels heavy.

"However, if you actually encounter them in real life, my advice is... run!"

The uncle chuckled: "Running away isn't shameful."

"You are not a true Night's Watchman, and you have no obligation to eliminate those monsters."

"The task of demon hunting should be left to the professionals."

Shane: "I understand, Uncle."

……

……

7 PM.

After eating the dinner prepared by Eileen, they replenished the energy they had used up during the day.

Xia En returned to her room.

I lit the kerosene lamp and placed the notebook on the table.

The cover of the journal was made of very old, dark gray fabric.

There was no book title, only a name worn so thin it was barely legible.

Geralt Knox.

After the corner of the book was repeatedly rolled up, it was covered with a very thin layer of copper, the edges of which were polished to a shine.

A line of Latin text was written on the title page.

Non omnia quae vera sunt, dici possunt.

("Not all truths can be spoken.")

The edges of the pages were covered with very faint traces of coal ash and old blood.

These are the traces it left on the battlefield while following its owner.

Shaun's eyes quickly scanned the pages, soon finding the content he wanted to see:

The Living Dead

[Also known as living corpse, dead shell, dead skeleton. 】

The birth of the first undead may be related to the "Winter Wolf".

The body is clearly dead, yet the soul cannot enter the world of the dead.

[He can only linger on the edge of life and death, filled with anger and pain, until the day he is completely reduced to ashes.]

……

In recent years, there has been almost no trace of the living dead in the capital.

But this doesn't mean they've disappeared.

According to the wise elders of the clan, a considerable number of the undead were not wiped out during that tide of the living dead, but were instead sealed away somewhere in the capital.

Perhaps even today, they are still wandering in that dark underground.

To this day... there is still no peace.

A slight chill spread through the room.

Xia En wrapped his clothes tighter around himself and continued reading.

The weakness of the undead, or rather, most ether-driven evil beings, lies in their etheric cores.

[Contrary to common sense, the so-called core is most likely not located in the heart, brain, abdomen... these are common vital organs in living things.]

[Any part of the body could be involved.]

[New Night Watchers, please take note.]

I've heard of certain secret techniques that allow one to pinpoint the location of the core directly...

Xia En read it word by word.

Man in the Mist, Ghoul, Scorched Child, Gaze...

The various evil creatures that once appeared in the foggy city are recorded in this notebook.

Some evil creatures can be imagined from their names.

But some are even more secretive and bizarre.

One of the entities, called "Echo," left a deep impression on Shane.

It is often a stone wall that repeatedly plays the same memory, usually found in places where major ceremonies or violent deaths have taken place.

If someone is passing by alone late at night, they will hear someone calling out to them from inside the stone tablet.

Warning in the notes:

Do not answer if you hear an echo.

If you agree, you will be forever trapped in that memory, becoming a new echo.

The night was slightly cool.

As Shane read, a series of chaotic and blurry images appeared before his eyes.

The undead staggered forward, the low growls echoed in my ears, and the buzzing of bullets cutting through the air...

Events that happened in the past and were recorded in the notebook are transformed into images that flash through my mind.

That was Shane resonating with this book, "The Demon Hunter's Notebook".

—It felt like touching the remains of the saintess back then.

[Resonance: 1 (44%...46%...)]

[Erudition: 2 (19%...22%...)]