On the morning of July 3, the sun had just begun to rise.
Chu Xuanao drew his awareness back from cultivation. Seated cross-legged in meditation, his aura was as calm as water, but when he opened his eyes, they shone with piercing brilliance.
He had gained quite a bit from last night's battle. That first bout had helped him adjust to his soaring cultivation and given him a clearer understanding of his own strength.
In terms of combat power, he could definitely contend with an ordinary peak Ascension Realm cultivator. What he lacked was probably just battle experience.
But that hardly mattered. Raw strength was enough.
As long as his cultivation was high and his foundations deep, he could finish a fight with a couple of moves. That was good enough for him.
Rising to his feet, Chu Xuanao gathered supreme yang power in both arms, ready to unleash it, and called outside again.
"Ghost Servant, the usual."
Outside Chu Xuanao's guest room, Ghost Servant sat quietly beside the door, keeping watch. At those words, a wisp of black energy silently flowed from his fingertip and drifted into the room.
In an instant, Chu Xuanao's room seemed to become another world, completely sealed off by dark energy. It was black as ink, yet held an unusual light.
Chu Xuanao raised his hands, his aura surging violently as he went all out, practicing several extraordinary techniques over and over.
As he practiced, his thoughts could not help but stir.
He knew far too many martial techniques. Setting aside the Great Sorrow Ode and his other supreme arts, the martial techniques accompanying Yang Shen Gong alone were beyond counting within the Imperial Clan.
With ten thousand years of accumulated foundations, the Chu family had poured immense effort into the Imperial Clan's four