Night deepened, and all of Windcloud Manor fell silent. Even the moon hid behind dark clouds, as if unwilling to face this Human World.
Sword winds howled as Jiang Zhiwei practiced diligently. Though it was nearly the third watch, she still continued training.
Sword-Washing Pavilion's martial arts inheritance was unique. As long as one's attainments in swordsmanship improved and the sword intent in one's heart grew, one's cultivation would naturally advance as well.
For geniuses, conventional meditation and cultivation were actually less effective than painstakingly training their sword arts.
Meanwhile, music like a babbling brook continuously drifted through the air, though it remained confined within this courtyard and did not spread beyond it.
Playing music and practicing swordsmanship in the middle of the night would get complaints from the neighbors.
Bang!
Suddenly, the sound of a night watchman's clapper came from outside. Jiang Zhiwei and Ruan Yushu seemed to receive a signal at once, and both stopped.
"Sister Zhiwei, your swordsmanship is getting sharper and sharper. It feels like you're no worse than those Exterior Landscape swordsmen of the Ruan Family," Ruan Yushu praised.
"It's because Little Martial Uncle taught me well," Jiang Zhiwei said modestly.
Qin Sheng, who sat beside the candlelight reading this world's mythological tales, felt deeply gratified upon hearing that.
Little Jiang, his martial niece, knew how to be grateful after all.
"Little Martial Uncle, what are you reading these for?" Jiang Zhiwei walked over.
"I'm learning about the Demon Lord," Qin Sheng answered.
"Whether Demon Tomb truly contains the Demon Lord's remains and inheritance is still hard to say, isn't it?" Ruan Yushu rested her chin on one hand.
"In our world's myths, this supreme Evil Demon was one of the greatest figures. His death should have shaken heaven and earth, yet Demon Tomb in