The Martial Unity

Chapter 1610

The executive wasn't kidding when she said that the Martial Union would link him up with a Martial Artist user of the Hungry Pain technique.

However, he had expected that he would be referred to a Martial Senior.

Instead, he received an invitation from a Martial Master.

Master Vericita Nepomniachtchi, also known as the Breathing Sovereign was a high-grade Martial Master who had lived for four centuries. She was as old as the Kandrian Empire and was born just one century into the Age of Martial Art.

She was easily the oldest Martial Artist human being that Rui would have met by now. This Martial Master had also consumed the Roaring Dragon Blood Potion that Rui had chosen. She would be the Martial Master who would be informing Rui about the experiences of the Roaring Dragon Blood Potion.

Rui raised an eyebrow.

Would an esteemed and elder Martial Master serve as a consultant for something as trivial as the effects of a Roaring Dragon Blood Potion?

Rui didn't think so. 'Well, we'll see. Speaking with Martial Masters is only fruitful, making I can have her spend some time helping me with breathing techniques with the hundred hours that I have purchased.'

The meeting was scheduled for the next day without any delay. He quickly set out the next morning, heading to the town of Vrexin on the other side of the nation. The climate noticeably grew warmer towards the south. The Kandrian Empire was large enough that the climate could entirely change due to the starkly differing distance from the poles.

By the time he reached the town of Vrexin, he was even lightly sweating.

It wasn't long before he found the establishment that he was looking for.

[Breathing Sect]

the name of the organization that the walled Martial complex

last time that he would be invited by a

Quarrier, welcome to the Breathing Sect. Her Mastery awaits you eagerly. Please let us guide you

Breathing Sect was a lot different from Ranging Sect. The Ranging Sect inherently required space and room to accommodate

inherently. The place was filled with

a picture

stark lack of sound or noise in the Martial Sect. Even the sounds produced by his footsteps were quite muffled. It appeared that the entire premises were sound-dampened to create an

he was led into a large luscious garden deep

grass, cross-legged with her hands collected in

was her breathing

was something particularly eye-drawing about

a moment to realize what

much as the breathing itself so much

vision distorted every time

was being warped with every breath

as he felt the very skies respond to her deep breathing, tilting and gently rocking by the sheer weight of

so smoothly that he could

slowly bloomed on her face as she slowly

respect, clasping his

formality if you so please, young man," She informed him,

that remained bowed behind him. "Prepare some

"Yes, Your Master,"

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