Back at his courtyard, Su Yu went straight to the Training Grounds and laid the Cold Abyss Sword across his knees.
The demonstration in the mountains remained vivid in his mind. The dead leaves touched by the Sword Light had been spaced at different distances, yet they had reacted almost simultaneously.
Su Yu closed his eyes, and the Purple Orb in his Sea of Consciousness began to glow.
Details that had once flashed past now separated before him. He could clearly sense how the sword intent had been drawn along, and how its shifting edge had affected the nearby dead leaves.
After a long while, he raised his right hand.
Several strands of sword intent spread from his fingertips. As soon as one veered outward, the others nearby turned with it. But when Su Yu widened their range, that response quickly grew sluggish.
He was not disappointed.
Getting this far proved he was on the right path. He only needed to keep trying until the sword intent around him could truly form a single whole.
The stone gate on the rear mountain had closed. From here on, he would have to solve these problems himself.
For the next month or so, Su Yu rarely left his residence.
Aside from trips to the Resource Hall to exchange for medicinal herbs, he spent his days moving between the Quiet Room and the Training Grounds. Ye Chen and the others visited occasionally, but they stayed only long enough to share their recent news before returning to cultivation.
Since entering the Luochen Sect, everyone had found their time far more tightly pressed than before.
Every so often, the inner sect's Transmission Elder explained difficult points of cultivation. Whenever a topic suited them, Chu Changge and Ye Chen would arrive early to wait.
Luoting had