That night.
The moon was bright, the stars sparse.
Chen Jichuan came to the courtyard to cultivate.
All around was silent, with only the wind for company. Chen Jichuan could already enter Meditation Entry with ease and practice the great Visualization method.
Moonlight shrouded him, nourishing his soul.
Progress in this was invisible to the naked eye. He could only cultivate night after night, accumulating bit by bit until his soul grew incomparably robust and could exist outside his physical body. Only then would the third realm of this Daoist art, the Spirit Projection realm, be achieved.
Chen Jichuan had only cultivated the Grand Yin Body-Refining Method to the fifth level.
It would still take quite some time before he reached the Spirit Projection realm.
He was in no hurry.
He calmly visualized.
At some unknown point, the wind gradually strengthened, bringing a trace of chill to the courtyard.
Chen Jichuan remained utterly still.
Outside the courtyard.
A rustling sound came from beyond the walls. Before long, a little man carrying a spear and dagger-axe over his shoulder entered. The moment it landed, it grew as tall as an ordinary person.
"Hey-ya!"
It raised its spear and stabbed at Chen Jichuan.
Judging by its strength, it was no weaker than a Hidden Force expert. If that strike landed, death or crippling injury would be inevitable.
"Again?"
Chen Jichuan shook his head.
He rose to his feet.
He picked up a treasured saber from beside him and slashed and redirected the spear, sending the man staggering.
"Take this!"
Chen Jichuan was quick of eye and swift of hand. His saber rose and fell, striking the man's neck precisely and severing his head in a single blow.
In just one exchange.
The man's head and body separated, and it fell at once.