The sun rose in the east, spilling golden light over the Purple Emblem Mountain Golden Summit.
At the top of the Heavenly Pavilion, the White-Haired Immortal and the Red-Haired Hu Concubine, who had helped each other with all their might yesterday, had ultimately both come off worse for it. They were still resting in the Bedchamber.
As Sect Leader, Nangong Ye had been put through an entire day of torment immediately after returning to the mountain, without even seeing his disciples. He certainly did not dare linger in bed this morning. He had already arrived at the Book and Sword Pavilion, dressed in a Black-and-White Daoist Robe, pacing the hall with one hand behind his back as he watched several children under ten practice swordsmanship.
Regardless of the sect, physique was the foundation, and a student's talent and comprehension could also be judged by their progress in learning the introductory techniques.
Of the dozen or so children in the hall, A Cai was the most impressive, wielding a Dharma Sword with the vigor of a tiger stirring the wind, exactly like Qingmo seven or eight years ago.
Ink Treasure, meanwhile, had been born a demon and only assumed human form after receiving enlightenment from Qixia True Person. Learning human techniques was naturally slower for her, but her physique was clearly far beyond that of ordinary people. At present, she held a green-and-white scallion, and could even produce a sword's whistle with her thrusts:
Swish, swish-
Nangong Ye watched for a moment, thoroughly puzzled. "Ink Treasure, why are you using a scallion as a sword? Didn't Senior Zhang give you a Dharma Sword?"
"Uh-"
Ink Treasure looked embarrassed.
A Cai answered for her. "She heard a senior brother in the kitchen say scallions were tasty, so she took a bite out