To be honest, at that moment he greatly appreciated Qiu Jizi's eye in choosing a sword art for him-just like its handwriting and binding, this sword art's prose style favored catching the fish and forgetting the trap. Much of it was colloquial, with little painstaking attention to individual words.
For sword techniques that demanded precision, this was actually something of a disaster. But Pei Ye had grown up with the old man's instruction to "just fucking practice however," and his sensitivity to the sword was outrageously keen. It truly was another man's arsenic, his honey.
Give him precise, tightly packed wording, and he would instead have to scratch his head and look it up word by word.
Unfortunately, the Sword Manual could not be taken out of the Sword Tower. Pei Ye closed it, leaving the rest for next time, then returned to the courtyard, changed out of his elegant, plain Sword Cultivation Uniform, put on an everyday robe, picked up his Sword, spun the Wild Goose Character Token twice before putting it away, and carried Black Cat out through the courtyard gate.
He truly could not afford to waste a single moment now. Having read the Sword Manual first, he could ponder its contents on the way.
The Court of Judicial Review was not in the Southern Office, but stood independently outside the imperial city. Early that morning, the Cultivation Literature Academy had sent a carriage to wait outside his courtyard. Pei Ye lifted the curtain and climbed in, and the carriage headed steadily west.
Traveling over the eaves himself would of course have been faster than taking a carriage, but that was expressly forbidden in the Divine Capital.
In fact, the higher a cultivator's cultivation, the more restrictions they faced in this great city. Bringing a mighty city