The days that followed were calm as still water.
Su Yueli settled into the Han Household residence, personally supervising Han Yu's fist training every day.
Though Han Yu was somewhat lively by nature, she was still quite diligent when it came to martial arts.
At dawn, when purple qi came from the east, the sounds of her breathing and fists cutting through the air could already be heard in the courtyard.
Other than instructing Han Yu, Su Yueli spent most of her time meditating, trying to touch that elusive Fifteenth Realm.
Unfortunately, the road ahead stretched vast and boundless.
For ten thousand years, martial artists across the world had advanced no further than the Tenth Realm Martial God. As for the Eleventh Realm through the Fourteenth Realm that came afterward, she alone had forcibly carved them out over the long years granted by her Longevity Physique.
No one had come before her...
Rather than searching for the threshold of the Fifteenth Realm, it was more accurate to say that she was groping blindly through an endless night.
There were no cultivation methods or mental arts left behind by predecessors, nor any phenomena to serve as reference. She did not even know what truly counted as entering the Fifteenth Realm.
That inscrutable, stubborn bottleneck seemed like an incomparably heavy wall, firmly standing between her and the laws of heaven and earth.
During her free time, Su Yueli would also accompany Han Yu through the bustling streets of Luochuan City.
The streets teemed with people, while the cries of vendors rose and fell without end.
Han Yu tugged on her sleeve and darted from stall to stall, buying two skewers of candied hawthorn one moment and picking out several exquisitely fashioned floral ornaments the next.
Watching the pure, radiant smile on Han