Early the next morning.
Ten Evils Monastery.
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!
Before the sky had fully brightened, Lin Buyu, thinly dressed, was already practicing her punches in a courtyard piled with miscellaneous clutter at Ten Evils Monastery.
She had erected nine wooden training posts in the center of the courtyard, and as she assumed her fist stance and threw punches, she practiced holding her stance and stepping from post to post.
Apart from an area extending a dozen or so zhang around her, the entire courtyard was covered in thick snow.
Clearly, aware of her considerable shortcomings in Martial Dao cultivation, she had secretly been training here for quite some time.
Though the heavy snow had stopped, the cold was still bone-piercing.
Whenever a gust of north wind swept across her, it felt like knives slicing her skin.
When Martial Artists practiced their Martial Dao cultivation techniques, they rarely made a point of using True Essence to ward off bitter cold or scorching heat, lest it affect their progress.
Lin Buyu was no exception.
Relying solely on her Qi and Blood Power to keep out the cold, she already had a red nose and cheeks, and a layer of frost had even formed on the hair above her forehead.
Even so, her gaze remained utterly focused.
After watching in secret for a long while, Xu Taiping, seated on the Kunwu Sword, thought:
She has to fight Su Muling this afternoon, but judging by Buyu's current Qi and Blood Power and her command of fist techniques, her chances of winning are still slim.
Before coming to see Lin Buyu, he had already gone to observe Su Muling.
Su Muling was the female disciple who had sent Lin Buyu flying with a kick yesterday and tried to make her eat dog food.