After there was qi in the dantian, he silently visualized the qi moving from the tailbone, reaching the spine, rising up to the niwan, circulating endlessly, over and over, slowly absorbing this heat into himself. Then, he drew in the heat through the yongquan point, and after continuous cycles, the qi in the dantian seemed to grow more abundant and richer...

When Edward Harris opened his eyes, he found that the sky outside was turning pale, and dawn was about to break. Unknowingly, he had been sitting cross-legged on the bed for the entire night. After getting out of bed and walking in the small courtyard, Edward Harris didn’t feel the slightest stiffness in his body; on the contrary, he felt as if his whole body was filled with strength. He hadn’t slept all night, yet he didn’t feel the least bit tired. Instead, he was full of energy. Could this be the effect of inner strength?

But his dantian didn’t actually have any real qi. Although he had been “in meditation” for several hours and had visualized the qi in his dantian growing more abundant and richer, as soon as Edward Harris finished his practice, he knew clearly that it was just his imagination. This was actually within Edward Harris’s expectations. If internal cultivation could really be mastered in just one night, then his eldest brother Edward Harris wouldn’t be practicing with weapons in the training ground every morning, and he himself wouldn’t have wanted to avoid being embarrassed by Brian Clark and the others’ ability to stand in water without sinking.

Thinking of the training ground, Edward Harris knew his daily practice was about to begin. After tidying up, he went to the training ground to do what he had to do every day lately: running.

After thirty laps, Edward Harris still felt as relaxed as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, no longer drenched in sweat as before. This result made Edward Harris, who had just been feeling a bit unmotivated, immediately cast those thoughts aside. Even though he didn’t feel any inner strength in his dantian, his body had changed, so he immediately increased his running to sixty laps today.

When William Harris arrived at the training ground, Edward Harris had already finished his morning run. Even though he had doubled his exercise today, the time spent was about the same as usual.

“Big brother, you’re a bit late today.” Edward Harris ran over to William Harris and stopped. Today, William Harris seemed a bit out of sorts, as if he hadn’t fully woken up.

“I drank several jin of Jinbo wine at Wulin Tower yesterday, so it’s only natural I got up late today. Third brother, are you heading back?” Yesterday, William Harris won a bet against Brian Walker, then won three more rounds in a row at the gambling house, basically winning back everything he’d lost before. Although it was all thanks to Edward Harris’s help, he was still very happy.

“Yes, big brother, is there something on your mind?” Seeing William Harris hesitate to speak, Edward Harris asked.

“Third brother, yesterday at the gambling house, was your three-win streak just luck or...?” As he brought up this topic, William Harris’s eyes lit up, completely different from his earlier sleepy look.

“Of course it was luck. Yesterday I was on fire, like the God of Wealth possessed me. Big brother, didn’t you enjoy it too?” Of course, Edward Harris couldn’t tell him the trick. “If the ruler is not discreet, he loses his ministers; if the minister is not discreet, he loses his life; if a plan is not kept secret, it will fail.” He understood these principles well. If William Harris found out, then Brian Clark and the others would soon know, and then their friends at the academy would know, and then they’d go to the gambling house to “practice.” Soon, the gambling house would catch on, and as soon as they changed their methods, he’d lose his automatic money-making opportunity. Since this would only harm him and bring no benefit, why would he say anything?

“Sigh, if I’d known, I would have brought more money to gamble. Doubling up again and again isn’t something everyone gets to experience.” William Harris sighed, but when he looked at Edward Harris, his eyes lit up again. “Third brother, do you think your luck today will be as good as yesterday?”

“Big brother, the God of Wealth can’t possess me every day.” Edward Harris said with a wry smile. He didn’t want to show off again; if he went, it would have to be after some time. Besides, Edward Harris’s top priority now was cultivating internal strength; he wasn’t interested in anything else.

“How do you know the God of Wealth hasn’t possessed you? Maybe he’s taken a liking to you lately?” William Harris laughed. After yesterday, his relationship with Edward Harris had grown much closer. In the past, William Harris wouldn’t have said such things to him.

Since William Harris was convinced the God of Wealth had possessed Edward Harris, it was impossible not to try. After all, Edward Harris’s three consecutive wins yesterday had kept him up all night, and his current sleepiness was directly related to that.

But a forced melon is not sweet, and forced matters never go smoothly. After losing twenty strings of cash in two rounds to Edward Harris, William Harris was immediately convinced that the God of Wealth hadn’t visited Edward Harris today.

Seeing William Harris’s bitter face, Edward Harris didn’t explain much. He simply took out twenty strings of cash to compensate William Harris for his loss. Sure enough, William Harris’s face immediately brightened.

“Big brother, I smell terrible from sweat and need to go back and wash up.” Edward Harris had been dragged straight to the training ground by William Harris, and his sweat could be smelled from ten feet away.