Zhang Yuan tucked the Long Waterfall Sword Manual securely inside his robes to keep it from getting soaked by the rain. He took fairly good care of it.
Although he had already earned the title of Sword Immortal in the Azure Firmament Dust-Dyed Realm, and after reaching celestial person perfection, had become a great Sword Immortal who could stand alongside Jiang Peilan.
In truth, though, his title of Sword Immortal was something of a hollow name. Neither his sword qi nor his sword intent came anywhere close to that of a proper Sword Immortal. He did not even know the most basic swordsmanship; whenever he encountered an opponent, he simply opened with a beam of divine ability light.
Now that he could not use divine abilities, acquiring a basic sword manual was just what he needed. More skills were no burden, and learning a little would do him no harm.
From his observations over the past few days.
The Crimson Firmament Roselight Realm cultivators were adept with weapons. Even the burly man known as Sick Tiger had a pair of fists like iron hammers. There was no telling whether Zhang Yuan might have to fight someone at close quarters in the future.
So even if he did not hone his swordsmanship to the pinnacle, he ought to learn at least a little.
He carried Wei Liu back to the inn. With so many people on the first floor, he did not linger there and carried her straight upstairs.
"We're at your door. Where's the key?" Zhang Yuan asked, looking at the locked door.
Perhaps the gazes of the diners downstairs had put Wei Liu under some pressure. She had practically buried her head while he carried her up the stairs. Only now did she raise it slightly and mutter:
"In