That was not all. Wu Jing had also memorized some basic medical knowledge.
Wu Xuantian gave Wu Jing two tasks: spend a year diligently studying the zither and flute, then a year traveling and practicing medicine.
If there was anything Wu Jing did not understand, Wu Jing could ask him!
Two leisurely years passed. Wu Jing could now support herself by performing music, and by practicing medicine as well.
As for martial arts, Wu Jing had reached the Profound Finger realm at just seventeen, while Xu Fengnian, nearly twenty, still knew nothing of martial arts.
With Wu Jing at the Profound Finger realm, Wu Xuantian felt more at ease. He let Wu Jing go and find her own way through the rough-and-tumble martial world, honing herself along the way.
Wu Jing left in high spirits, while Wu Xuantian resumed his aimless wandering. Before long, he arrived in the renowned Sword Prefecture.
Everyone knew the saying: "Longhu in Jiangxi, Xuanyuan in Jiangdong." Mount Longhu was the martial world's foremost sect, with rumors of cultivators ascending through Heaven's Gate every hundred years. The Xuanyuan Family could stand alongside it; its strength spoke for itself.
Wu Xuantian had experienced Xuanyuan Dapan's strength firsthand more than a decade ago.
With those two great powers there, Sword Prefecture had a particularly strong martial-world air. Three or four people in every ten carried weapons at their waists. Strangely enough, the swordsmen with three-foot blades wore either blue robes or carried peach-blossom branches.
The Lantern Festival was underway, making Jinzhou City especially lively.
Like a carefree young lord, Wu Xuantian amused himself wherever he went.
A few days later, while strolling through the streets, Wu Xuantian spotted someone he knew: Jian Jiuhuang.
Travel-worn, he had a gourd at his waist and a sword case on his back.