After everyone returned to their own residence on the eastern side, they stopped commenting on Spirit Hall's affairs. Spirit Hall's matters had never had much to do with them anyway; they had only paid attention because two of their own sisters came from Spirit Hall.
Having spent three days in enlightenment, Huang Tian felt an itch to stretch his hands. He consumed divine power to create a sharp, sturdy Three-Foot Green Peak Sword and began practicing basic sword techniques. His movements were graceful and elegant. The three women, who had never encountered swordsmanship before, found his swordplay pleasing to watch and applauded one after another.
"It looks beautiful. I never thought a man could wield a sword so beautifully—it's like watching palace maids dance."
"Yes, the movements are graceful and fluid. The dance is indeed quite good."
"Is he practicing swordsmanship or dancing?"
Huang Tian practiced the basic sword techniques twice, only to hear their applause and discussion. Furious, he slashed out with his sword. A streak of Sword Qi howled forth, instantly cleaving a thousand-zhang mountain ten thousand meters away into nothingness. Before the Sword Qi dissipated, it consecutively erased two more thousand-zhang mountains even farther away before finally vanishing, leaving behind only three piles of rubble to warn everyone that three mountains had once stood there.
"Come on, tell me. Am I dancing, or am I practicing swordsmanship?" Huang Tian was angry. He felt this was an insult to him. "You've never even touched swordsmanship, yet you dare draw conclusions? Why don't you try blocking one of my strikes? See whether it can hurt you."
The three women immediately fell silent. They had not expected Huang Tian's casual strike to produce such an effect. A thousand-zhang mountain had simply been cleaved out of existence. If he got serious