What nerve!
Zhou Heng thought to himself. Spiritual sense could never be restored just by sitting in meditation and regulating his breath; only proper rest would do. Right now, all he wanted was to return to his courtyard, sleep like the dead, and recover his mental strength as quickly as possible.
If he had known, he should have just slept in Geng Xinnuo's courtyard. That would have spared him all this trouble.
Bang!
He barely made it into his own courtyard, shut the door, collapsed onto the ground, and immediately began snoring away.
Though he had taught Geng Xinnuo a forty-star sword technique, Zhou Heng did not take it to heart. That sword technique might be considered incomparably high-end on Sun-Crossing Star, but placed in the whole Bright World, it was nothing much at all.
There was no shortage of hundred-star, even ten-thousand-star cultivation arts in this world. Take the Heaven-Soaring Nine Styles, for instance—its explosive strike was worth far more than ten thousand stars.
Besides, he had not paid much to acquire it in the first place. If he could trade that sword technique for a Cloud Luo Boat, he would definitely be making a profit! Nor was Zhou Heng afraid of being accused of privately passing on the academy's secret arts—damn it, your Great Plains Academy's highest-grade cultivation art is only eight-star. How could a forty-star cultivation art possibly count as privately passing on your teachings?
He slept for an entire day and night. When he woke, it was night again, so he simply went back to sleep. It was not as though he had anything else to do.
Another new morning arrived. Zhou Heng left the courtyard with Little Flame and Black Donkey, met up with the others, and headed for the final match. For Yu Sichen