May 10.
Chen Shu had stayed at the Spirit Sect the whole time and had not returned to school.
Even Professor Shi Qian, who had come with him, had already gone back. Before leaving, though, Shi Qian had promised to request leave for him so he could stay at the sect a few more days.
Life on Jade Summit Mountain was quite good.
Not only was Spirit Power abundant, but the nights were quiet. There were several bars in the ancient town outside, yet their noise never reached this far. With a peaceful environment and plenty of natural Spirit Power, he slept exceptionally well.
The weather in Spirit Prefecture was pleasant too, cooler than Jade Capital. With the ancient town nearby, it felt peaceful without feeling deserted.
The food was good as well.
The signal was strong, and there was Wi-Fi coverage.
Most importantly, the Phoenix Tower was truly an ocean of knowledge.
Chen Shu usually got up early and wandered around the mountains surrounding Jade Summit Mountain, climbing high to take in the distant views and snap a few photos. Then he went to the Phoenix Tower, where the books on the eighth floor bombarded him with astonishing amounts of information. Apart from coming out for a meal, he stayed until evening.
After that, he strolled through the ancient town, ate some snacks, drank milk tea, and watched the roadside performances. Then he returned to his little courtyard, took a shower, thought things over, and did his daily cultivation.
And just like that, the day was gone.
He had kept up this routine until today.
The eighth floor of the Phoenix Tower was very quiet.
For the past few days, Chen Shu had been reading the same set of books: an unusual series of histories.
The series had many