"This man is very mysterious. No one knows his name. His martial arts foundation is solid, and his skills are formidable, yet even Old Master Lin could not fathom the depths of his abilities."
The young man drinking alone smiled faintly. Hearing others discuss him felt rather strange.
The so-called mysterious young hero was Dao Hongchen, traveling the mortal world disguised as a man.
She had left Wudang Mountain half a year ago. During those six months, she traveled from Henan into Shaanxi, challenging renowned fighters everywhere. Naturally, she did not challenge the very greatest masters; she knew the limits of her own martial arts. Those she fought were first- and second-rate experts from various regions, yet even so, Dao Hongchen gained immensely from the experience.
After eating, she resumed her travels. The Western Regions, Mount Hua, Emei, Kunlun, Yuan Dadu... Three full years passed. The Lunar Art could advance no further, but she had developed all sorts of new variations from it.
She then returned to Wudang and immersed herself in the Scripture Depository, deaf to all matters beyond its walls.
During her years of travel, she had witnessed countless martial arts techniques. Combined with Wudang's many martial arts and the classics of a hundred schools, she intended to push the Lunar Art one step further.
Lost in her own world, unaware of the passing years, she spent two full years condensing and refining the Lunar Art. It still had nine levels, but its upper limit had become far greater.
Moreover, the nature of her internal energy was no longer one of extreme yin. It now possessed a trace of yang as well. Yin-Yang Manual—this was the new name she had given the Lunar Art in her heart.
As she continued exploring martial arts, her internal cultivation rose steadily