It was late at night.
The courtyard gate was firmly bolted, and the windows were tightly sealed with paper.
Yi Yang did not hurry to wash up. First, he brought out the wooden training post in the courtyard and set it by the wall.
Moonlight spilled through the gaps between the locust leaves, slicing the ground into scattered patches of broken silver.
Yi Yang drew his standard-issue saber.
The first form began.
The blade rose from his waist in an arc, carrying the sound of wind. Not ordinary wind, but the piercing whistle of the blade cutting through the air after blood and qi flooded into its edge.
His Bone Tempering Realm physique and blood and qi supported the strike. As the saber reached its highest point, the air within three feet before him shuddered.
Yi Yang then practiced the remaining eight forms of the Nine Peaks Saber in the courtyard. Once he finished, he sheathed his saber and regulated his breathing to calm the blood and qi he had stirred up.
Small text appeared before his eyes.
[Nine Peaks Saber, major mastery: (15800/18000)] [Five-Organ Internal Refining Force, minor mastery: (13600/15000)]
Yi Yang tucked the saber behind his waist and flexed his wrist.
Over the past stretch of time, he had poured all his energy into advancing the Wood-Nurturing Longevity Art, single-mindedly charging toward Qi-Blood Fifth Level.
He had set his saber technique and internal refining art aside, practicing them a few times each day to maintain steady progress without focusing on them. Now that a breakthrough into the Organ Refining realm was close, he could not make another major leap to Qi-Blood Sixth Level just yet. With his foundation stable, it was time to catch up on his combat methods.
The Nine Peaks Saber was still twenty-two