Sean Foster nodded. Most likely, the area below was a tea room. He walked through, feeling a surge of emotions.

The so-called Anyi Meditation Club was a place for cultivating the mind and nurturing the spirit, mainly consisting of individual tea rooms. These specialized tea rooms were designed to be semi-enclosed, tranquil, and simple, intended for drinking tea.

The second floor housed the Classics Room, a place for learning to play solo musical instruments, as well as for studying arts like flower arrangement and Go.

As for the Meditation Rooms, they were specifically for those who practiced cultivating the mind and refining their energy. These rooms were soundproof, retained energy, and were extremely quiet. In the fast-paced city, many traditional practitioners who lacked the right conditions at home would come here for quiet cultivation. As a result, business was quite good, and it had always been a traditional offering.

It was said that the best meditation clubs would even invite renowned masters to give guidance, attracting people from relevant circles.

The meditation rooms were at the back. Passing through a small lake—about two mu in size, with a jade-green surface and shimmering ripples—he walked along the corridor, past winding railings, and entered the rear first floor. The only notable feature of this building was its spotless cleanliness and utter silence.

He found Room B-15, swiped his card, and the door opened.

Walking to the center, Sean Foster sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing.

Speaking of breath regulation and energy cultivation, it has a history of three thousand years, with an unbroken lineage. Historically, there were two occasions when emperors organized large-scale compilations of foundational textbooks, which were then revised by generations of grandmasters. The methods passed down today are all highly orthodox.

The energy cultivation method passed down in Sean Foster's family was actually not much different from what was taught in schools or on the market. Even if there were some differences, they didn't offer much improvement in essence. The only advantage was that he started learning earlier than most, and it was easier to delve deeper later on.

The breathing method actually involves the transitions of rising, falling, opening, and closing, but in essence, there are only two types. The first is to use deep, long, and even breaths—one inhale and one exhale—to make a person aware of and able to control the body's metabolic rhythm.

Throughout the entire process of air entering and leaving the body, one must strive for uniformity and consistency. This is both a way to nurture the body and a process to train one's vital energy and spirit—a way to cultivate one's character.

Sean Foster's foundation was already quite deep, so after just a few minutes, he had controlled his breathing. With each inhale and exhale, he felt his dantian open and close accordingly. The dantian is the place where the refined essence of food and the kidney's vital energy combine, and with each breath, it can be gradually accumulated and refined.

The lively, gentle, and pure internal breath grew stronger with each inhale and exhale. Sean Foster's family method did not seek circulation first, but rather accumulation; the process of refining essence into energy was already included.

With each breath, Sean Foster was completely unaware of changes in the outside world. He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he felt that his vital energy for the day had been refined and his whole body felt agile, he calmly continued to nurture it.

After waiting a little longer, Sean Foster finished his practice and stood up. Checking the time, he realized three hours had passed.

"There really is internal energy. So, are all those other things true as well?" This thought from Earth filled him with excitement. He left the room, swiped the door, and the system automatically deducted the fee based on the time. He returned to the front counter and asked, "Could you show me the courses offered here?"

"Certainly, please wait a moment. Here are the courses we offer."

He took the booklet, thanked her, and sat to the side to read it carefully.

Perhaps for the original Sean Foster, this was all quite normal—just like English classes or college prep courses on Earth. But for someone from Earth now, all of this was truly amazing.

Ancient tea ceremony, rooms for teaching the Four Books and Five Classics, basic Chinese religious studies, appreciation of ancient paintings...

Turning a page, his finger, which had been gliding over the booklet, suddenly stopped.

This program...

Sean Foster's heart stirred, and he read carefully—Chinese Swordsmanship Instruction.

Chinese Swordsmanship is a discipline with official titles and evaluation standards, and is one of the ancient arts passed down for three thousand years. It is now designated as a national martial art.

Although there are countless schools, students are divided into six levels: Foundation, Beginner, Skilled, Proficient, Advanced, and Mastery.

Each level was once considered a closely guarded secret in ancient times. Now, everything has been standardized and systematized for safety, with some elements removed, but the methods remain excellent. Even so, how many people in this world are truly willing to put in the hard work to cultivate?

It's just like on Earth—countless pieces of knowledge are stored in textbooks and libraries, but how many people are truly willing to spend the time to become a PhD?

Closing his eyes, his finger gently traced the paper. Sean Foster carefully sensed the information it conveyed... This feeling... Sean Foster sensed a faint resonance from his jade ruyi.

This is it. Sean Foster's eyes lit up as he made his decision.

The former Sean Foster would never have spent so much time practicing swordsmanship—most people treated it as just a skill, and most could only reach the Skilled level. Maybe it was useful for getting a security job, but it wouldn't make you rich.

For someone like Sean Foster, who already had some assets, why bother?

But now, Sean Foster had other thoughts.

"I'll sign up for this program. Please register me," Sean Foster said to the receptionist, swiping the sensor again.

The receptionist typed a few words and said, "The first phase is the Foundation level, with one class per week. The annual fee is 2,500 yuan. Is that acceptable?"