The night was utterly still. The full moon, like a jade disk, drifted through the clouds, and faint moonlight spilled into the room, silvering the floor.
Chen Xiaojun sat cross-legged. All the moonlight around him began to gather toward his body as well, as if in that moment he, too, had started to shine, appearing extraordinarily uncommon.
Strands of moonlight and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth followed Chen Xiaojun, entering his body through the top of his head, from below, and with his breath, then flowing into him, racing silently through the meridians of the Small Circulatory Cycle while nourishing his meridians and physical body at the same time.
Suddenly, he heard a crack in his heart. His cultivation, which had seemed to have stalled for some time, was in that instant reborn—level 14.
Chen Xiaojun frowned slightly. Although this breakthrough had come from the insight he gained after the clan competition, it was still a little too fast. It had only been seven days since he obtained his soul ring.
If he could not figure it out, then he would stop thinking about it.
After that, Chen Xiaojun kept reviewing today's matches. Combining them with second granduncle's teachings, he might still have been far from the lofty state of a swordsman second granduncle had described, but he could at least grasp a little of it.
Following the habits from his work in his previous life, he summarized today's situation, gains, and losses. A swordsman needed to possess several abilities:
First, the ability to take initiative. A swordsman had to grasp the initiative with perfect timing. The gain, loss, release, and withdrawal of initiative determined a swordsman's vision and control over battle.
Second, a brave spirit. Whether in inner strength or outward combat, courage was indispensable. Without it,