Ten days passed.
Over those ten days, Lin Su left Lin Manor and went to a valley beside South Lake. There were few people there, allowing him to train as freely as he pleased.
With a flick of his hand, a flying dagger appeared in his grasp. Another wave, and the dagger vanished without a trace. A rock on the cliff a hundred meters away suddenly exploded. Then four more flying daggers shot out at once—with a swish!
The four small stones blasted apart by the explosion were pierced by the flying daggers and nailed to the rock wall ahead, arranged in a neat line.
The flying daggers returned to his hand on their own, leaving behind a simple character: "one"!
It contained the "yang force" of the stone's initial explosion, the "yin force" that drove the daggers through stone, precise control over their landing points, and the ability to seize opportunities and adapt to changing circumstances.
A gust swept over the cliff, and Dark Night appeared beneath it, smiling faintly. "After ten days of hard work, you've basically mastered your flying daggers."
"What does 'basically mastered' mean? Little Lin Flying Dagger—never misses?"
"Below Martial Ancestor, never misses!"
Lin Su was dejected. "Still Martial Ancestors?"
"What? You're still not satisfied? You yourself are only a Martial Ancestor. Invincible within the Same Realm—what more do you want?" Dark Night curled her lip. "As your cultivation improves in the future, your flying dagger skill will rise with the tide as well."
"How long before I can catch up to you?"
Catch up to me? You really dare to dream...
Dark Night glanced at him. "You're not thinking of using that lousy flying dagger of yours to kill me, are you?"
"Listen to yourself. How could I bear to? You've spent these ten