Divine Penmanship-Young Master Guan, Please Teach Me!

It was already afternoon, yet the sun had not set.

Parasol Tree had gone to find Dew Bud, helping the Fourth Miss tidy her room. Perhaps the Fourth Miss would be married off when spring began next year.

An old saying went: "On the twenty-fourth day of the twelfth lunar month, dust the house and sweep the rooms." Though it was not yet deep winter, many residences had already prepared for a rainy day and begun making arrangements for the great cleaning.

Parasol Tree was thoughtful and meticulous, preparing clear porridge and two bowls of twice-cooked pork for you. Knowing the needs of martial practice, she added meat to every meal at home to strengthen your sinews and bones.

You wolfed down the meal like a whirlwind sweeping away the clouds, then stepped into the courtyard.

Winter was gradually setting in, yet the past few days had been bright and sunny.

Following the method of the Founding Emperor's Sacred Ape Stance, you began practicing Stake Leaning and standing stances. Every movement was meant to cleanse the body, stretch the tendons, and strengthen the bones.

Huff! Inhale! Hah!

After merely one hour, despite the chilly weather, heat already steamed from your brow and hair. Sweat drenched your entire body and soaked through your clothes. Today's practice should not continue any further.

After bathing and changing clothes, you sat quietly in the courtyard, gathering your focus as you began visualizing the Ghost-Slaying Sword.

You only visualized it once. Yesterday's Divine Soul cultivation had already reached its limit, and you could not cultivate it further.

After swallowing one of the pills Lu Hua had left behind, you immediately felt several degrees more refreshed.

You picked up your brush and ink, once more sketching its artistic conception onto the paper. Perhaps because you had