After that slash, Lu Ye's right arm, the one holding the saber, became sore and swollen. The skin over his entire arm was as red as a cooked shrimp shell, with waves of heat steaming off it.
His entire right arm ached and throbbed, trembling uncontrollably.
Lu Ye opened and clenched his hand, repeating the motion many times before his right arm slowly recovered.
Thinking back on that slash, Lu Ye felt as though he had pushed aside dark clouds and finally seen the bright moon.
All this time, he had relied on his own efforts and exploration in cultivation. He did not know what was right or wrong, but Third Senior Brother's Blade Technique Cultivation Insights had undoubtedly pointed out a clear path for him.
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Lu Ye felt that his right arm had fully recovered and swung another slash just as before.
Two or three hours later, Lu Ye switched the saber from his right hand to his left and continued practicing.
Slash after slash, he brought the blade down with meticulous precision.
That night, when Hua Ci returned from cultivating outside, she saw Lu Ye standing motionless in the small courtyard, his arms hanging naturally at his sides, the Crag Mountain Saber planted by his feet.
Their eyes met, and Lu Ye called out weakly, "Help!"
Hua Ci took a closer look and saw that both his arms had swollen as thick as thighs. She was greatly alarmed.
She hurried over to examine him. Only after confirming that it was merely congested qi and blood, nothing serious, did she relax. She then asked Lu Ye what had happened and learned that he had worked himself into such a sorry state just to practice his blade technique. She