After one night, the skies above Shuzhou remained thick with dark clouds.
The endless drizzle paused for a while, then began falling even harder, as though Heaven could not bear to see too many people walking about outside.
Unfortunately, in weather like this, few people would appreciate its kindness.
Far more people were busy cursing, "Thieving old Heaven," clearly fed up with the days of unceasing rain.
Yet quite a few people were unaffected by the weather, smiles hanging from their faces as though they could barely contain their delight.
For instance, idle men could use it as an excuse to sleep in.
Or the shopkeepers selling oil-paper umbrellas and straw rain capes.
Their faces were all wearing smiles, one way or another.
Chen Yi was one of them as well.
However, he was not happy because of the rain, but because his Cultivation Base had broken through.
Past the midpoint of the Tiger hour that morning, once he finished his cultivation, he sensed True Essence surging through his body.
From that moment onward, the smile on his face had never faded.
If, last night, Chen Yi had merely vaguely sensed that the divine-seat spiritual essence of the Four Symbols Technique would increase the power of all his techniques—
Then now, the direct sensation of seeming to hold the river of stars in his grasp had filled both body and mind.
Whether it was Stake Training, fist techniques, movement techniques, or the Dragon Falling Spear Art, their power increased by one or two tenths under the augmentation of True Essence.
And that did not even include the effects of Martial Path Artistic Conception.
If he went all out, never mind anyone else—even Cui Qingwu, who had beaten him nearly to death that night, would find it hard to gain any