Aatrox, A God King In A Modern World. Chapter 21: Stellar Lung Technique

Amanda knocked on the door to wake Aatrox and slightly opened the door to peek inside, but when she saw him sitting on his bed was surprised. "Already awake Ben?"

"I woke up a little while ago, I started to meditate to clear my mind to start the day." Aatrox said as he opened his black eyes. He had not slept at all last night, but while he cultivates, his body became energized after each circulation of mana around his body than with an hour of sleep.

"Your father told me you were meditating but I thought it was just a joke. Does that really help you?" She asked curiously as she sat next to Aatrox on the bed.

"It helps a lot, do you want me to teach you? I watched some videos on the Internet and started practicing." He said since he could not tell her that he was cultivating.

"Hmm, okay! Let's try it, what should I do?" Amanda said as she crossed her long white legs on the bed.

Aatrox had already selected a breathing technique for his relatives. Since he would not teach them how to cultivate for now, at least with a breathing technique they would unknowingly increase their longevity. "Close your eyes and focus on the movement I make." He said as he stood behind his mother and ran his fingers at some points on her back.

"Did you feel these places that I press? On the first try, I will help you, take a deep breath calmly and I will help you guide the nutrients through the points I showed you." Said Aatrox quietly.

When Amanda took a deep breath, she felt that along with the air that entered her body, something else was coming in too. She guided the feeling to where her son's finger was pa.s.sing. "It's working !! What is this I'm ingesting with the air, Benji?"

"When you learn to control the air that enters your body, the nutrients that are normally wasted start to be absorbed in the points I showed you. What those nutrients are not important for now, what you need to do is learn to control them every time you breathe, "said Aatrox while giving his mother a slight smile. What he didn't say was that what he was teaching her was one of the most powerful mortal breathing techniques he had encountered in his past life.

The stellar lung technique. This technique took the energy that was dispersed into the environment and absorbed it at specific points in the body. Once absorbed, this energy will be distributed to the organs of the person cleaning up all their impurities. In the short term it will make the cultivator feel more energized throughout the day, but after some time using it, their organs become so pure that their health significantly increases and they no longer get ill. For someone who has practiced the stellar lung technique for decades, their lifespan may have been extended by a few extra decades.

"Ok Benji, you can leave it to me! Just give it a try once I feel more energetic than if I had a bottle of coffee!" Said Amanda motivated.

Seeing her act like this, Aatrox found her cute. 'Apparently, I inherited most of my charisma points from my mother.' Aatrox thought, remembering some girls who became interested in him.

"We'll have breakfast, for now, soon your dad will take you to school." Amanda said as she got off the bed.

Aatrox headed toward the bathroom and took a hot shower. After the shower, he put on one of the clothes they had bought at the mall over the weekend. A white closed sweats.h.i.+rt with a small sword symbol on his left chest, black jeans, and white sneakers. On a normal person, it would look just like a normal set of clothes, but on Aatrox it has become a fas.h.i.+onable masterpiece. The sword marks were called 'Kross', apparently one of the most popular brands at the moment.

His hair, which was a little dry when he woke up, was now silky and s.h.i.+ny after cultivation, his parched skin had been cleansed from all impurities and was soft like a baby's skin.

After having breakfast with his family, Aatrox grabbed his new backpack, a simple black backpack, and slung it over his shoulder as he followed his father to the car.

"Bye, brother!" Bruna and Bryan said as they ran and hugged each of Aatrox's legs.

"When I get back we'll play a lot." Aatrox said, smiling and returning the hug of his siblings.

"You promise?" They looked at him with expectant eyes.

"I promise." Aatrox said as he laced his pinky fingers with theirs. This was something he learned from them during the time they visited him at the hospital. They were very afraid when he said that he was feeling sleepy and thought that Aatrox would not wake up again and would sleep for several more years. After trying to convince them, the only way that worked was to pinky promise that he would wake up tomorrow. According to them, when someone makes a pinky promise, the finger of those who didn't keep their promise would fall off.

After ruffling their hair and earning a few laughs from the twins, Aatrox headed for the garage and saw his father was sitting in the pa.s.senger seat.

Glad to be able to drive again, Aatrox smiles as he sits in his father's Mustang driver's seat.

"Since you are so fond of driving, when you get to school try to find out how to get your driver's license there. When you have a driver's license, you can drive without me having to go with you." Alex said after seeing his son excited to drive.

"Okay." Aatrox answered as he started the car and enjoyed the roar of the engine. He could probably go millions of times faster than this car while flying in his past life, but even so, the feeling of driving a car is totally unique. Being able to control a machine this size the way you wanted gave Aatrox an addictive adrenaline rush.

Leaving the garage they headed toward the school. This time the entrance was several times more crowded. There were teenagers everywhere. When they heard the rumble of a Mustang's engine, several students turned to look. Following the sound they found a flawless Black Mustang, behind the wheel was a long-haired teenager with a very delicate and handsome face. The wind from the window made his long black hair flutter in the wind as some strands curled around the thin, circular gla.s.ses resting over his ears.

'd.a.m.n, why don't my gla.s.ses look as good as his on me.' was the thought that went through the minds of many students with gla.s.ses. While 'I need to get some gla.s.ses.' was the thought that went through the minds of some people who didn't need to wear gla.s.ses.