Qin An squatted forward and the long halberd passed over his right shoulder. With a flick of his wrist, the blade turned and the handle pointed directly at the position Qin Feng had mentioned before.

Seeing this, Xing Sheng widened his eyes. With his abilities, he should have been able to dodge this move. However, due to the stagnation and blockage of his Qi, his movements slowed down, and Qin An's attack landed, forcing Xing Sheng to stagger back more than ten steps.

If this were the battlefield, and if it wasn't the handle but the blade coming at him, Xing Sheng dared not think about it.

He looked at Qin Feng with a complex expression. "Young Master, how did you know the flaw in the Martial Qi Control Art?"

"I've read books about the rotation of martial Qi, so I know about the phenomenon and flaws of Qi stagnation. I noticed during your sparring with my second brother that every time you leaned forward and made an attacking move, it seemed awkward. After a little analysis, it wasn't difficult to determine where the Qi stagnation occurred."

Well, these are actually just my bragging. The main reason is that I have a pair of X-ray eyes, Qin Feng added in his mind.

Hearing this, Xing Sheng's admiration for Qin Feng instantly rose to a new level.

"However, Hei Tan Tou, from what you're saying, you knew about this flaw in the Martial Qi Control Art a long time ago?"

Xing Sheng nodded. "As soldiers, we're constantly fighting against monsters and demons outside. Using the Martial Qi Control Art feels as natural as eating. We are all very familiar with it."

Xing Sheng sighed, "Young Master, there are nearly a million people in the Great Qian Army. It's not easy to find a martial art suitable for everyone. Although the Martial Qi Control Art has this flaw, compared to other martial arts, it's still the best choice. Moreover, not everyone has the Young Master's discerning eyes to easily see through the flaw."

Qin Feng nodded and fell into contemplation. If he could improve the Martial Qi Control Art based on his previous knowledge and then teach it to all the soldiers of Great Qian, could he harvest a large amount of Literature Qi at once?

Qin Feng's eyes lit up suddenly, but after careful consideration, he felt that this idea was somewhat absurd.

The Martial Qi Control Art was a refined masterpiece developed by the Great Qian soldiers over the years. If they couldn't overcome this flaw, how could he succeed?

Shaking his head, Qin Feng picked up a twig from the ground and began to draw on the soft soil.

Xing Sheng and Qin An, curious, approached him.

On the ground, Qin Feng sketched out a diagram of the human body's Qi circulation. Xing Sheng was particularly astonished because the diagram precisely represented the techniques of the Martial Qi Control Art!

Young Master was able to deduce this just from one glance; this is truly terrifying. Xing Sheng subconsciously swallowed.

As everyone knew, in the tradition of martial arts, Qi circulation followed either a clockwise or counterclockwise pattern within the body.

At the moment when Xing Sheng's Qi stagnated, Qin Feng thought that if he could reverse the direction of Qi circulation, it seemed possible to break this flaw.

Thinking of this, Qin Feng drew a semicircle clockwise on the ground and then another semicircle counterclockwise.

Xing Sheng widened his eyes upon seeing this, then seemed to realize something and sighed, "Young Master, you are truly amazing. Using this method can indeed solve the flaw in the Martial Qi Control Art in that instant, but… .Young Master, you may not know, but the circulation of Qi in the Divine Martial Dao Lineage is designed to only move energy in one direction, which is to prevent internal Qi clashes, which can lead to blood reflux. Although this method is feasible in theory, it is not practical in practice."

"Once used, it's a certain death," Qin Feng interrupted, tossing away the branch he was holding, and remarked.

The unidirectional flow of Qi was a fundamental principle derived by generations of Divine Martial Daoists. Many ancestors had attempted to reverse the flow of Qi, all ending in failure.

Indeed, resolving the drawbacks of the Martial Qi Control Art was not so easy. Qin Feng sighed, watching countless strands of his Literature Qi drift away.

He brushed off the dirt from his hands. "Forget it, let's not dwell on this. Right, Hei Tan Tou, after sparing with my younger brother. How do you feel about his skills?" Р𝙖ŊɵβĚṧ

Xing Sheng affirmed, "Second Young Master is exceptionally gifted, and his instinct in combat is admirable. However…"

"However, what?" Qin Feng asked, puzzled.

"Although the Second Young Master obviously has strong blood energy, which is different from ordinary people, but the energy transformed in the body is less than the ordinary Divine Martial Seventh Grade." Xing Sheng explained.

Qin Feng frowned upon hearing this and immediately looked at Qin An, whose eyes clearly showed evasion.

"Have you not been soaking in medicinal baths or taking Blood Qi Pills recently?" Qin Feng asked.

Qin An couldn't hide the truth and stammered, "Big brother, I've encountered a bottleneck. I don't need those for now."

Qin Feng sighed. Qi was the foundation of martial artists, and a martial artist's internal Qi was refined from blood. Medicinal baths and Blood Qi Pills were essential. His younger brother had great potential in the Divine Martial Dao Lineage; how could he not know these things?

He just didn't want to burden the Qin family further. After all, the Qin family was truly poor!

No, he couldn't let that scoundrel handle the family's finances anymore. It was time for him to take charge. Qin Feng made up his mind and then asked, "Where is that scoundrel… I mean, father? Where is he now?"

"Father might be in the study. I saw him go in with a worried expression this morning," Qin An replied.

"I see. Hei Tan Tou, you don't need to accompany me. Stay here and teach my brother how to use Qi more effectively in actual combat. I have something to discuss with my father. I'll be leaving now."

Qin Feng bid farewell to the two and quickly arrived at the location of the new Qin residence's study.

The study's door was open. Qin Feng immediately saw a middle-aged man with a troubled expression, leaning on the desk, sighing.

On the desk, he noticed open account books. Every entry was marked with a red pen, and a large deficit was written at the end of each column!

Qin Feng smirked. Managing to lose money in every single venture was also a skill, he thought.

Qin Jian'an, who was leaning on the desk, heard the movement and hurriedly opened his arms to protect the account books.

"Feng'er, what brings you here?"

With a thud, one of the account books fell. Qin Feng picked it up and saw the words "Moonlit Pavillion" written on the cover.

Just as he was about to open the account book, his father anxiously shouted, "Don't!"

Perhaps he wanted to maintain the last vestiges of his dignity as a father. Unfortunately, Qin Feng didn't give him that face.

Slowly flipping through the account book, Qin Jian'an's face turned ashen, and Qin Feng's brows furrowed tightly.

Although Moonlit Pavilion had been consistently losing money, the losses were manageable. However, three months ago, the revenue of Moonlit Pavilion had plummeted drastically!