Ji Juechen limped away, muttering strange things as he went about how sword intent without sword techniques was only a castle in the air, how wonderful this was, and how he was gradually coming to understand everything.
This left Chen Ping a little worried about Ji Juechen's mental state.
After being beaten black and blue by the Snow Empress, he could still leave so happily. Chen Ping kept feeling that there was something not quite normal about the fellow.
For a long time afterward, Chen Ping's life was relatively peaceful. The only minor interruption was probably when Jing Ziyan came to argue with him after hearing that Ji Juechen had been brutally beaten.
Then Chen Ping gave her a beating too while he was at it.
Ji Juechen, meanwhile, fell into a pattern of entering deep meditation every few days. Although each session lasted only a week or two, he made extremely rapid progress in working out all sorts of sword arts.
Although, in the Snow Empress's eyes, Ji Juechen's swordsmanship had merely progressed from that of a scrub to that of a flashy scrub, over these several months, Chen Ping had increasingly begun to feel the pressure he exerted.
Clearly, with the Snow Empress constantly feeding him moves, Ji Juechen had effectively taken the great swordsmen of every era on the Douluo Continent as his masters all at once. Under the Snow Empress's direct transmission of knowledge, his once-impoverished repertoire of sword moves rapidly filled out.
All that separated the current Ji Juechen from a true transformation was turning the sword moves he had learned into self-created soul skills like his dragging slash.
When that time came, Ji Juechen would probably truly possess the ability to defeat a Seven-Ring Soul Sage despite the gap in rank.
This made Chen