Assassination

Time slipped away in the blink of an eye.

At the beginning of February, the wind atop Buried Sword Peak remained biting and fierce.

Ye An slowly opened his eyes, feeling the Qi Pill suspended over his Dantian. A newly solidified streak of metal-thunder was etched into it, and tucked between the pale blue water-earth patterns and the verdant wind-wood patterns, a dark golden incision had joined them.

White Tiger Edge-Refining Art · Qi Condensation Chapter (Third Layer): 2489/3000

In this time, Ye An had already brought the White Tiger Inner Art to an impressive height, and the progress of the White Tiger Thunderclap Sword far surpassed that of the inner art.

Three clearly visible patterns slowly circulated across the surface of the Qi Pill: the steadfast water-earth, the nimble wind-wood, and the sharp metal-thunder.

Only the firelight true essence of the Vermilion Bird Inner Art remained merely a hair-thin, pale red trace upon the Qi Pill, not yet truly formed.

Ye An expressed his thanks once more to the giant sword, guessing that the Hanging Sword Sect founder and the seniors of the Four Symbols Sect White Tiger Hall must have discussed the sword dao, or else they could not have given Ye An such clear guidance.

This courtesy still had to be paid.

His cultivation on Buried Sword Peak was drawing to a close, for the White Tiger Edge-Refining Art had already entered the third layer, and pushing any further would yield progressively diminishing returns.

Ye An's next target was the Blazing Fire Grotto of Blazing Fire Manor.

The martial arts of the Vermilion Bird Hall needed to catch up in progress.

At the foot of Buried Sword Peak, many more people had gathered than when Ye An had ascended the mountain.

Hanging Sword Sect disciples