The morning sunlight spilled across the bamboo in the Purple Bamboo Forest.
This bamboo forest was highly mystical, showing little change throughout the four seasons.
The bamboo leaves never withered, and the bamboo continued growing taller.
But they grew very, very slowly.
On the huge boulder in the center of the bamboo forest, the Slender Daoist Nun faced the stone wall and slowly opened her eyes.
Immediately afterward, she began to furrow her brows slightly.
This Dao Sect Seventh Elder possessed an intensely otherworldly aura.
She seemed like someone in the mortal world untouched by worldly dust.
But at this moment, a rare trace of shame and indignation appeared on her face.
Shen Man, the stammerer who was stingy with words, could not help but mutter a curse.
"Lascivious scoundrel!" she spat furiously.
This Slender Daoist Nun had opened her eyes at the same time as Chu Huai Xu.
However, their feelings were entirely different.
Chu Huai Xu felt as though he had survived a disaster. He shot upright from the bed and began gasping for breath.
Shen Man was different.
She had indeed intentionally put him through special training.
But in reality, it was also a form of self-cultivation for her.
This Dao Sect Seventh Elder, who had obtained the Dao Ancestor Inheritance, found her nightly cultivation exceedingly dull.
There was only one thing to her cultivation: wielding a sword!
Although she sat high atop the boulder, drawing the ground into a prison as if she were doing nothing, most of the time she was actually immersed in her Sword Domain, wielding her sword again and again!
The only difference now was that every previous sword strike had been used to comprehend the Dao Ancestor Inheritance, while last night's sword strikes had gained an additional target.
Chu Huai Xu's