Zhu Zhuqing's third day
Ji Hongchen returned to his quarters and first closed his eyes to meditate, pushing his cultivation to its limit and continuously tempering the sword intent within him to its utmost.
A long while passed.
Only then did he let out a long breath.
"My soul power has improved quite a bit again."
He clenched his fists.
A sword's hum rang out within his body.
"Isn't it about time to train Zhu Zhuqing?"
He stood up and washed.
Then he straightened his clothes.
Only then did he call Zhu Zhuqing over.
"Hongchen." Zhu Zhuqing pushed the door open and came in, closing it behind her. Her hair was still wet, as though she had just washed it. She wore a neat training outfit, her expression cool.
Ji Hongchen glanced up at her and got straight to the point. "Next, I'll teach you a movement technique. Pay attention."
He was not merely passing on the bare basics; he genuinely wanted to give Zhu Zhuqing a helping hand. After all, her rank twenty-eight soul power really was low among their peers.
Zhu Zhuqing nodded.
Ji Hongchen stood in the middle of the room. It was spacious enough for him to demonstrate the movement technique.
"This is Jinghong."
Soul power gathered in his legs, waist, and hips as he quietly called upon his Martial Soul. His entire body became a breeze, sweeping over ten meters in the blink of an eye, flowing like drifting clouds and running water in one seamless motion.
"The key to Jinghong is circulating soul power between your waist, hips, legs, and soles, while also harmonizing it with your Martial Soul. Different Martial Souls give it a different character." He turned back and said, "Try it once."
Zhu Zhuqing closed her eyes to recall his movements