After the grand competition ended, Lu Ming was anything but idle. On the contrary, he was extremely busy.
First, he had to sort through the various martial arts he had witnessed during the grand competition, along with the insights he had gained from them.
Second, he had to temper his blade intent. During the competition, he had already felt that his blade intent was on the verge of taking shape. This time, he intended to comprehend it completely.
At a cliffside terrace atop White Cloud Peak, an extension of a massive residence, the entire estate now belonged to Lu Ming.
This, too, had been specially arranged by the sect.
White Cloud Peak stood over a thousand meters tall, wreathed in mist and clouds all year round, with breathtaking scenery. The terrace at its summit was naturally even more pleasant.
Especially when he gazed into the distance, it felt as though he were standing amid the clouds.
It left one refreshed and at ease.
Taking advantage of that soothing feeling, Lu Ming swallowed another Quiet Zen Pill he had received as a reward. He then sat cross-legged, organizing the insights in his mind while tempering his blade intent.
And once he sat down, nearly half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
During this time, Lu Ming's cultivation unknowingly reached the Peak Mid True Qi Realm.
Yet the pressure he gave off was even more oppressive than that of an ordinary Gangqi Realm martial artist, because his entire body was wrapped in an aura of sharp, cutting intent.
It was as if anything that came near would be shredded into nothingness.
Only after another half-day did that sharp cutting sensation gradually fade away, and Lu Ming rose to his feet.
"Sever!"
After standing, he made no excessive movements. He