When Fu Shiyan and Fu Ze returned to the rented courtyard in Heaven Dou City, the sky was already growing dusky.
Tang San was currently leading Xiao Wu in practicing basic martial soul control in the courtyard.
Xiao Wu's Soft Bone Rabbit martial soul granted her extraordinary physical flexibility, and at that moment she was following Tang San's example, attempting to concentrate her soul power at her fingertips and control a floating fallen leaf.
Seeing Fu Shiyan and Fu Ze return, Tang San immediately stopped and respectfully bowed.
"Master."
Xiao Wu also hastily lowered the leaf and curiously looked toward Fu Shiyan.
"Mn." Fu Shiyan slightly nodded, his gaze falling upon Tang San.
"How has your cultivation been these past few days? Has there been any progress in your martial soul control training?"
Tang San immediately reported, "Replying to Master, the disciple practices every day according to the methods you taught, using the Blue Silver Grass to manipulate a brush handle for writing. Although the handwriting still appears somewhat crude, the stability has improved quite a bit."
"My current minute control over the martial soul has already clearly strengthened."
As he spoke, he lightly raised his right hand, a Blue Silver Grass vine meandering out, nimbly winding around a writing brush on the stone table in the courtyard and slowly writing the character "Tang" on a spread piece of white paper.
Although the brushstrokes could not be considered exquisite, the structure was upright and had already begun to take shape.
Fu Shiyan watched for a moment, then nodded.
"Acceptable."
"Remember, controlling the pen is like controlling your soul. Between the turns of the brush tip, your mind and soul power must be on the same frequency."
"Continue practicing. When you can write handwriting indistinguishable from what you write with your