On Bright Moon Peak of the Crimson Blood Sect, Lu Ye read through all the books his master had left behind on the Spirit Pattern Path. He spent two months there, then came to this holy ground of Spirit Pattern Masters to study the legacies of the Pre-Nine Provinces Era, and spent another three months sparring and discussing with numerous fellow cultivators.
After a full five months of painstaking cultivation, Lu Ye did not know how much he had improved on the Spirit Pattern Path, but it was still not enough.
There was still another field he could continue to study and draw from: the imprints carried upon the leaves of the Talent Tree.
It was the same principle as when he had first read through his master's books. When he had obtained those imprints in the past, his attainments in the Spirit Pattern Path had been too shallow, and he had merely skimmed over them. He knew what they were, but not why they worked. Now that he turned back to savor them carefully, he gained fresh insights.
It was like eating a bowl of rice. In the past, after finishing it, Lu Ye would only have thought it delicious. But if he ate that same bowl now, he would be able to discern what ingredients had been added and what methods had been used to cook it.
That way, if he ever needed to, he could make that bowl of rice himself.
As he revisited the information borne by the Talent Tree's leaves, Lu Ye also sorted through everything he had learned. Time and again, unexpected delights emerged.
Thus, from that day onward, there was one fewer Spirit Pattern Master taking part in the debates and contests within the holy ground. Lu Ye sat rigidly before a smooth