Ying Huang loved wine; Yun Zhen had a sweet tooth.
Jiang Yang had no idea how these two sisters had ended up together. All he saw was them trading cup after cup. Their little bellies looked perfectly flat, yet seemed to contain bottomless pits. Each could drink as much as the other.
This was pure spirit vigor, and it was extremely filling once swallowed. Jiang Yang could not keep up with them, so he covered his cup, half closed his eyes, and began refining it on the spot.
They were both demons, after all, and Jiang Yang could not fathom their ways. He supposed they might possess an innate ability to devour spiritual energy, which would explain how effortlessly they handled it.
The Spirit Honey worked even better than the elixirs delivered from the peak. His qi sea churned now, and he refined all that surging spirit vigor into true essence and magic power.
Ignoring their noisy chatter, Jiang Yang settled his mind and pondered:
My cultivation is advancing too quickly. Another round like this might take me straight into the late stage. It's only been a few years...
Jiang Yang was not being precious about it. He still aspired to attain sword intent and did not want his cultivation to advance too quickly. Once he established his Purple Mansion, sword intent would be forever beyond his reach.
Having cultivated this far, Jiang Yang had more or less come to understand that he was no genius of the sword dao. He was simply better than most, with a modest measure of talent.
Without Senior White's close personal guidance, he would, at best, still be floundering within the sword qi realm. Bai Tang had raised his ceiling considerably.
Fortunately, the sword dao was ultimately a path of slaughter. Jiang Yang had