Back in the real world, Jun Wangchen climbed straight into bed and drifted off to sleep.
He slept soundly that night.
Early the next morning, Jun Wangchen got out of bed and headed to a nearby tree.
After loosening up, Jun Wangchen released his spiritual power, shaping it into a longsword.
He swept the sword out in one smooth, flowing motion.
Unlike his first attempts yesterday, wielding the sword no longer felt unfamiliar. Instead, each movement flowed naturally, bringing a satisfying sense of ease.
Whoosh!
Wherever the sword passed, it seemed to cleave the very air.
Jun Wangchen remained composed as he continued practicing his swordsmanship.
He performed all ten forms of "Sword in Hand, Crimson at the Fingertips," repeating them over and over.
Time passed slowly.
As he continued, Jun Wangchen moved faster and faster. His figure resembled a drifting white cloud, swaying with the wind as he wielded his sword with effortless freedom.
"Hah!"
Jun Wangchen suddenly gave a low shout. His sword flashed, releasing a firework-like streak of sword light that swiftly sliced a falling leaf in half.
The morning sun gradually broke through the clouds, spilling over Jun Wangchen and illuminating his handsome face.
While practicing his swordsmanship, Jun Wangchen also circulated the Mortal's Cultivation Art. As sword energy surged, the spiritual power in his dantian began to flow, repeatedly washing through the hollow that stored it in an endless cycle.
Only after seven did Jun Wangchen stop practicing and return home to shower.
When he came downstairs to the living room, Shen Luoying was sitting at the table, with breakfast already prepared for him.
Mother and son exchanged a smile and enjoyed a warm, peaceful breakfast together.
Afterward, Jun Wangchen went with Shen Luoying to help at the restaurant. Thanks to yesterday's fish-fragrant shredded pork,