Before long, Su Yueli returned to the Han Household courtyard in Luochuan City. She shut herself tightly inside her room, set up a barrier of Qi and Blood to isolate her aura, then sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion.
"Intent Ash Fist... trading lifespan for lifespan, life for life."
Su Yueli silently repeated the name in her heart.
Though this fist intent was extraordinarily dangerous, draining away some of her intangible life force with every punch, it was also the most powerful killing move she currently possessed.
What she needed to do now was thoroughly master the force trajectory and Qi and Blood circulation of this fist intent during her closed-door cultivation, lest the backlash become too severe when she was forced into battle in the future.
She closed her eyes and visualized, her soul sinking into a void.
Amid boundless silence, Su Yueli continuously deduced the ripples in the laws that arose when that punch was thrown.
Cultivation knew no years; longevity was the loneliest thing of all.
To ordinary mortals, fifteen years were enough for a child to grow into a youth, enough for a beauty's hair to turn white, enough for seas to become mulberry fields.
Yet before Su Yueli's endless lifespan, fifteen years were no more than the flick of a finger.
Over those fifteen years, Luochuan City's seasons turned fifteen times, and the flowers in the courtyard bloomed and fell fifteen times.
She simply sat quietly upon her meditation cushion, like a jade carving that had endured since time immemorial.
There was no laughter, no clamor, no disputes—only boundless loneliness and silence, following her like a shadow.
Loneliness had always been the fate of those who sought the Dao.
The higher one climbed, the farther one drifted from the mortal world. The familiar people and