At sunset.
Chen Qingshuang hurried back to the small courtyard where she lived.
She currently resided in the Sword Sect's outer court, alongside tens of thousands of Outer Sect Disciples.
Fortunately, her small courtyard was relatively quiet and spacious, with pure, abundant spiritual energy. Whether for daily life or cultivation, it posed no problems.
A trace of fatigue showed on her resolute face. She opened the low-grade array formation protecting the courtyard, and upon returning to her familiar surroundings, she immediately relaxed somewhat.
Throughout the entire day, she had remained in the Cave Mansion of a Core Formation Martial Uncle, handling a large quantity of talisman-crafting materials for him.
During that time, she had continuously employed her Spiritual Sense, greatly draining her mind and spirit until she faintly felt dizzy and light-headed.
Her expression remained unchanged. She had long grown accustomed to such circumstances.
Though the Chen Family was not a small clan and had once enjoyed a period of glory, after that Nascent Soul ancestor who had risen abruptly to prominence, each generation had been worse than the last. By now, only one Core Formation True Person remained in the family.
Thus, within a colossal force like the Heaven Sword Sect, it was completely insignificant.
Yet Chen Qingshuang understood how difficult things were for her family. In order to allow her to rapidly improve her strength in the Profound Cave Sword Sect, the family had practically poured all its strength into her, spending vast resources and treasures on her.
But compared with those true scions of great clans, those resources were merely the tip of the iceberg, of limited use.
She took a deep breath, and her gaze became firm once more.
Her talent could not compare to those peerless geniuses found once in ten thousand; her family background