Chen Jing collected a key from the Logistics Department and returned to the familiar little courtyard where he had spent just one night before someone poisoned him and tried to kill him.
To avoid trouble, he had not asked the Logistics Department to arrange any servants for him yet. In the sprawling three-courtyard residence, he was all alone.
Chen Jing boiled water himself and enjoyed a long, hot bath.
He washed away every trace of dust from the Great Desert.
Then he changed into clean, everyday clothes and sat cross-legged on the bed.
He took stock of his possessions: the Cold Moon Saber, the Butcher Knife, three hundred Blood-Qi Pills in six white porcelain bottles, and seventy thousand taels in banknotes.
To keep his identity in the Great Desert from being exposed, he had destroyed all his remaining martial arts manuals and the like.
The Cold Moon Saber's shape was not especially distinctive, either. Its blade was merely a little more curved than usual.
Besides, news traveled slowly in this world. Qu Feiguang's name had barely made it as far as Longxi, and no one in Hanzhong had even heard of him.
There was no harm in Chen Jing using the Cold Moon Saber.
Chen Jing began planning his training.
Each day after sunset, he would swallow three Blood-Qi Pills and spend three double-hours refining their medicinal power with all his might. That would earn him 1,500 proficiency points in tempering his blood and qi each day.
After that, he would practice his internal cultivation and visualization techniques.
He would visualize the moon for two double-hours at night, then the Great Sun for two double-hours at dawn.
Over those four double-hours, he could gain 160 proficiency points in Qi Refining and Spirit Refining.
That was training time he should be