The Yellow-robed Woman no longer dared to be careless. She immediately focused her mind and guarded herself with an exquisite movement technique.
The soft whip in Zhou Zhiruo's hand seemed like a strand of silk, as though it carried no weight at all. Her body flickered east and west, advancing and retreating, drifting unpredictably around the Yellow-robed Woman.
Song Qingshu nodded to himself from the side. Zhou Zhiruo's movement and whip techniques were like wind scattering willow catkins, water carrying duckweed—truly beyond mortal grace. For a moment, it felt as though he were in a dream. He had not expected that, after merely some time apart, her martial arts had improved so greatly.
In truth, this was not surprising at all. Zhou Zhiruo had always been the most outstanding disciple of her generation in the Emei Sect. However, the sect's martial arts had always emphasized gradual progress, so although her skills were exceptional among the younger generation, it had been difficult for her to contend with the great figures of the martial world. But the Nine Yin Manual was practically a cheat code for her. With her intelligence and talent, obtaining the Nine Yin Manual had been like giving wings to a tiger.
Of course, before the Lion-Slaying Tournament, she had gone astray in her pursuit of rapid progress. Her moves had been bizarre and ornate, effective enough against ordinary experts but lacking against true top masters. Later, she came to her senses and diligently began practicing the Nine Yin Manual from its foundations. By now, her martial arts had undergone a qualitative leap from what they once were.
The last time he saw her, she had already mastered the Nine Yin Manual. This time, he discovered that she seemed to have begun fusing its martial arts with those of