Chu Xisheng had no idea that his name had already been posted in the Life-Reaping Tower's courtyard, with a hefty bounty of thirteen hundred taels of demon silver on his head.
He merely found it a little strange that his Martial Dao Points had suddenly risen by more than twenty.
Which big shot had acknowledged his cultivation and strength?
So when Chu Xisheng left Ye Zhiqiu's lecture hall, he was still feeling delighted.
That morning, he had both hoodwinked Ye Zhiqiu and gained a large number of Martial Dao Points. He could call it a bountiful harvest.
But when Chu Xisheng returned to the Storage Yard, he found it a little harder to smile.
Chu Yunyun stood right in the middle of the back courtyard, holding an umbrella. Her face was hidden beneath it, leaving her expression unreadable.
Her voice, however, was a little cold. "You're back? Then start practicing your saber."
As she spoke, she tossed over a heavy black-iron saber.
Chu Xisheng caught it, and his right hand immediately sank under its weight.
He currently used the Blood Refinement Lightsteel Blade, which was extremely light, only a third the weight of a normal straight saber.
But Chu Yunyun had said this was detrimental to his saber practice, so she had specially paid the smithy outside the martial academy to forge a heavy black-iron saber, five times the weight of an ordinary straight saber.
"Saber practice?" Chu Xisheng blinked and looked at the sky. "At this hour? The sun is scorching."
It was high noon, when the sunlight was at its strongest.
If exposure to that blazing light only hurt, that would have been one thing. Chu Xisheng felt as though the sunlight would melt him away, and his entire body would start smoking.
At this hour, he usually