Late autumn had arrived, and the weather was gradually turning cold.
Layered Cloud Pavilion, within the Peach Blossom Grove.
A figure could be seen, clad in a green shirt and holding a long saber, endlessly repeating a single motion amid the falling leaves that filled the sky.
Draw the saber!
Every draw seemed utterly ordinary. Yet an incomparably dense Saber Intent had merged into the wind and snow that filled the heavens.
A wisp of Saber Qi streaked through the falling leaves.
Withered leaves as thin as cicada wings would shatter at the slightest touch, yet within that Saber Qi, they were cleanly split in two, their severed edges smooth and whole.
Clearly, the path of the saber technique was not one of brute force. Once a saber technique reached great mastery, even a casual draw could rival a high-grade martial art.
[Draw successful, count +3] [Draw successful, count +3]
That figure was naturally Lin Guanhuo.
After breaking through to the Bone Forging Realm, the efficiency of drawing his saber rose again. Now, each draw earned him three times the count.
At the same time, as Lin Guanhuo grew increasingly skilled at drawing his saber, nearly every draw was now judged a success.
Thinking back to before, he had painstakingly drawn his saber over a dozen times only to succeed once or twice pitifully. If his luck was poor, he might not even accumulate one successful draw in an hour.
Now, aside from eating and sleeping, Lin Guanhuo could successfully draw his saber two or three thousand times each day.
If he consumed pills and cultivation resources, then with each successive saber draw, his muscles and bones were tempered as well, and his cultivation rose accordingly.
He achieved twice the result with half the effort.
"Phew..."