After a series of preparations, Chen Ye had successfully established a deterrent.
The matter with Hua Qingying had been resolved for the time being.
For the next year, she probably would not dare do anything to him again.
And a year was enough for him to accomplish a great deal.
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
That day, Chen Ye was practicing his saber in the courtyard.
In his hands, the Hunyi Saber Technique had already reached perfection.
But he had not slackened because of it. He continued using the martial art to temper his body and began exploring the possibility of a ninth Mortal Shedding.
His flesh and blood were now almost completely pure and flawless, with no room for further improvement. All that remained was to find some way to work on his internal organs.
Chen Ye tried turning his Blade Intent into lightning and drawing it into his body to temper his organs.
Saber light swept across the courtyard like lengths of white silk, raising sharp whistles as it cleaved the air.
After repeatedly exploring the idea over these days, he gradually found a direction, as though he had faintly touched that barrier.
Just as he lowered his saber and stood still, ready to go inside and rest, familiar footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate.
Hong Ling hurried inside, a trace of urgency on her face, and called, "Retainer Chen, the young lady would like you to come over. She says she has something important to discuss."
Noticing her unusual expression, Chen Ye asked, "Miss Hong Ling, do you know what it is?"
"It seems the Imperial Court has sent new information about the Heavy Martial Pavilion."
Something stirred in Chen Ye's heart at her words. He sheathed his saber and nodded.