The first hint of dawn had barely appeared on the horizon when He An rose, washed with cold water, and practiced two rounds of Cloud-Riding Hand in the main room. Ever since childhood, he had trained with his uncle He Kui, never stopping for wind or rain, and the habit had stayed with him.
Fan Dazhi was still buried beneath his covers, fast asleep. Not only did the fellow snore loud enough to shake the heavens, he also ground his teeth, farted, and talked in his sleep, never giving anyone a moment's peace. He An shook his head helplessly and quietly opened the door.
The air outside was fresh and refreshing to the core. Green leaves rustled overhead, while lush grass glistened with dew underfoot. Before he had walked far, his trouser cuffs were wet. Following the paths through the Knowledge and Practice Institute, He An returned to the rear mountain.
The collapsed pavilion on the rear mountain had been completely dismantled. Several broken, towering trees had also been cleared away, and the gullies had been filled and tamped down, leaving a level stretch of open ground.
He An had never expected his successful use of Immortal-Slaying Finger last time to cause such a commotion. Not only had it alarmed the Academy Head, it had also left the rear mountain in shambles.
But after learning what had happened, Academy Head Cheng had shown no intention of blaming him. He had simply patted He An on the shoulder, laughed heartily, and drifted away.
This technique is far too overbearing. I'd better not use it lightly again. If I can't rein it in and destroy the institute's other buildings, things will be hard to settle. With that thought, He An circulated the true qi in his dan foundation and began practicing Primal