He remembered that there was still a copy of "Knowing Spirits" in his bundle that he had never opened, but the thought merely passed through his head. For now, he had no interest in reading it.
He had spent the entire day immersed in cultivation and was somewhat tired by now. After all, he was not a cultivation machine that could run forever.
So Pei Ye simply stopped pondering anything, leaned back against the wall, and closed his eyes to recall this fulfilling day.
Today, he had practiced the "Cicada Sparrow Sword" for the first time, progressing far faster than he had expected.
In a little over two hours, he had learned three cicada sword forms and consolidated that one sparrow sword form.
So much for the school's treasured art.
The corners of Pei Ye's mouth lifted slightly.
Then, in the ranking matches upon entering the Martial Arts Hall, he had defeated the top-ranked student head-on—a formidable Fourth Growth martial artist. Zhang Dingyun had later told him that this was the foremost sword talent Zhengshou County had produced in recent years.
He had displayed the exquisite sword handling of the Clumsy Realm to the fullest in that fight.
He really had fought brilliantly, and it had looked spectacular too.
At the Mid-Autumn Martial Meet, it would surely have brought the whole crowd's arms into the air.
And what had caught even him unprepared was how, after the battle ended, the moment he sheathed his sword, stepped back, and bowed, that long-absent trembling sensation had suddenly crept over his skin.
At that moment, his waist had bent down, but his heart had been lifted high. What had made him press his lips together even more tightly was the spontaneous, enduring applause that followed.
The Dragon Gate Class of the Changdao Martial