Imperial Capital, the Bai family.
The training room blazed with light as two figures clashed, sword qi surging around them.
In Bai Lingshuang's hands, a fine True Martial longsword traced brilliant arcs, its bone-chilling cold almost freezing the air.
After more than half a year of painstaking practice, supported by the vast resources her family provided and the occasional sparring guidance of the sword grandmaster before her, she had brought this true sword technique from the Diagram of Ten Thousand Source Laws close to mastery.
The saying "scholars need wealth, martial artists need even more" had reached its utmost expression in the age of spiritual energy's revival.
The pills ordinary martial artists treasured and the cultivation resources they fought over were no more than everyday necessities to the scions of these top-tier families.
They never worried about an unstable foundation. The finest alchemists and top cultivation techniques cleared every obstacle for them.
By Bai Lingshuang's conservative estimate, her swordsmanship would be fully mastered within two months at most. Then she could break through her bottleneck and enter Professional Rank 9 as a matter of course.
At least then, I shouldn't be holding Chen Yan back.
The thought crossed the young woman's mind.
A clear chime from the alarm sounded. Bai Lingshuang immediately sheathed her sword, and the fierce sword qi vanished without a trace.
She wiped the fine sweat from her brow, her chest rising and falling slightly.
Across from her, Bai Zheng slowly slid his sword into its scabbard, his movements so steady they scarcely disturbed the air. His expression was composed, revealing not a hint of emotion.
His brown training clothes accentuated his tall, straight figure.
Though he was in his thirties, his high nose and square face, framed by thick brows, still looked sturdy and dignified.
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