Born a Sword Prodigy

Clang!

With a dragon's cry, the sword came free of its sheath.

In the Ancient Immortal Realm, the Thunderfire Sword had soaked up so much spiritual energy that it barely needed Spirit Stones to unleash its sword intent!

Seeing this, Chen Zhuo smiled. He felt as though only the hem of his robe had picked up a little dust, and he could not resist declaiming, "Long confined..."

The words caught in his throat.

Chen Zhuo scratched his head. He gave up on the poem, but his spirits were excellent.

Sigh. Looks like Uncle-Master Xu Chan has rubbed off on me. I've lost that freewheeling poetic flair.

Could I, the "Little Li and Du," have run out of talent?

The thought that I only have two works for the ages makes it hurt even more.

Chen Zhuo sighed deeply. All he could say was, "Writing is born of heaven; a deft hand merely chances upon it."

Chen Zhuo spent the whole week cultivating Qi in the Ancient Immortal Realm, returning to the Immortal Estate only at a fixed time each day to check his Spirit Message Jade Slip.

The week's cultivation had gone remarkably well. He had advanced by leaps and bounds, not only in his cultivation level; he had also condensed a substantial amount of Jia Wood Pure Qi and First Wood Divine Thunder's lightning energy.

He was not far from forming a Thunder Seed.

There was nothing else to say. He was simply a born sword prodigy!

Chen Zhuo marveled inwardly. That sounds a little strange, but it's basically true.

Chen Zhuo had thoroughly enjoyed this week.

Did taking drugs nonstop every day feel like anything?

People were always saying drugs were addictive. Chen Zhuo scoffed at that.

Who says taking drugs gets you hooked?

*I take them every