Ink-Point Perfection

Time flew.

In the blink of an eye, three or four days had passed.

Ever since her meeting with Duke Wei that night,

Jiang Yuechu had stayed in the secluded women's quarters of the Wei Residence's rear courtyard at Wei Qing's insistence.

She never set foot beyond the gates.

The food at the Wei Residence was excellent, with delicacies at every meal.

Life was rather pleasant.

Jiang Yuechu had not objected. She treated it as a holiday after fighting her way back from Taihu Lake.

But

throughout those seemingly idle days, Jiang Yuechu had kept part of her attention fixed on the scroll, watching for any change.

On the journey back, she had needed to sustain the relentless day-and-night deductions of the remaining three Great Demons.

Whenever she encountered a demon, even a weak little one, she killed it in passing.

Yet despite her careful budgeting, the numbers ticking away on the panel still made her heart ache.

[Current Dao Cultivation: 4,120 years]

So many days had passed, and her Dao Cultivation had poured in like water without so much as a peep in return.

If she saw no result soon, she feared she would have to stop feeding this bottomless pit.

After lunch, Wei Qing had hurried out, apparently to attend to something.

Bored, Jiang Yuechu held a travelogue in her hands. She appeared to be reading, but her thoughts had long since wandered.

Then—

Buzz—!!!

A tremor came from deep within her mind.

Jiang Yuechu raised an eyebrow and tossed the book aside.

It's here!

Her consciousness plunged into her sea of awareness.

Upon the ancient, desolate martial stage,

Zhu Yan, the black-furred Pig Demon who had never looked particularly bright, had undergone a transformation that turned heaven and earth upside down.

He still stood in