The next day.
In the courtyard.
After breakfast, Lian Youming practiced his punches and palm movements in the front courtyard, pondering the inscription on the Seven-Kill Stele as he went.
This visualization method really was rather baffling.
Observation came first, imagination second. He could understand glimpsing the meaning through the words.
He was also long familiar with visualizing the sun and moon as swords to condense the spiritual radiance in his eyes.
But that was perceiving the real through the unreal.
"Supreme killing intent," however, worked in reverse: perceiving the unreal through the real.
He had never even seen what killing intent was supposed to be. How was he meant to imagine it?
Besides, "spirit" was already something intangible and elusive. How could those few words reveal its mysteries?
Last night, Lian Youming had stared at that stone stele for half the night, until his eyes had nearly bled. All he had done was look; he simply could not figure it out. The morning sun rose in the east.
In the courtyard, Xu Baishi was practicing too. Apart from her required stance training, she also made time to learn to read and write, reciting poetry and prose and studying mathematics. Whenever she encountered something she did not understand, Lian Youming, as her senior brother, naturally had to teach her.
He had also passed on the Sleeping Elixir Skill.
What a promising youngster willing to work this hard lacked was energy and time. This would make up for that nicely.
But he had only practiced a short while when his body suddenly tensed. A fist came hurtling through the air, fierce and powerful, with an explosive crack like silk tearing through empty space.
"Eek!"
Lian Youming narrowed his fierce eyes and instinctively flipped backward, darting and twisting like an ape. As