After the New Year, Su Yu returned to his courtyard.
The days he had spent with Su Yan and the others in the outer sect had truly allowed him a rare moment of relaxation.
The laughter and pure friendship had briefly made him forget the cruelty of the martial path.
Yet he had never let his guard down—
This world was fraught with danger.
If not for the mysterious Ancient Sword within him, he would have long ago been buried in the jaws of a demonic beast outside Skywind City. If not for his formidable strength, he might already have been surrounded and killed in Qingyang City.
Becoming stronger was the only way forward.
And blood debts must ultimately be repaid in blood!
For the next half month, Su Yu secluded himself in arduous cultivation, barely ever stepping outside.
At dawn, his fists roared like thunder. Every punch came with a deep rumble, and Thunderclap Fist finally reached perfection. Its force was fierce and domineering, strong enough to split mountains and shatter rocks!
At noon, his Sword Light blazed like a rainbow. Lone Peak Sword Art likewise reached perfection, its sword force solitary and fierce. When a sword thrust forth, it was like a lone peak reaching the heavens—unstoppable!
At dusk, he practiced Flowing Cloud Sword Art. Though it had yet to reach mastery, its moves flowed like clouds and water, and its power was several times greater than before. Combined with Half-step Sword Intent, it was all the sharper!
Su Yu's strength had now reached a new level.
Under the deep night sky, Su Yu sat cross-legged, purple qi curling around him. As Purple Sun Art circulated, spiritual power flowed through his meridians like a stream.
Suddenly—
A clear sword chime rang deep within his Sea of Consciousness. The