After the late spring, when the grass grew and the nightingales flew, Wei's territory finally got rid of the last bit of chill. The cicadas chirped along with the cool wind, blowing down the golden rape flowers and heavy fruits.
The first half of April was the best time of the year in Wei's territory. Every year at this time, if it did not rain, the sky would be clear and blue, like a mirror that reflected the beauty in people's hearts, reflecting gentle and peaceful smiling faces.
Afternoon naps were also a part of the scenery.
But in the Heavenly Fault Pavilion of Parting Hatred Palace, there was someone who did not sleep or rest, reading books without eating or sleeping.
In the beginning, Yan Li only comprehended the sword techniques, limiting himself. As he read more, he felt that all things were connected, and other techniques might be helpful to the way of the sword. Of course, other than the sword techniques, it was extremely difficult to understand, so it was very difficult to read other techniques. Some of the more profound ones could take three days and three nights just to understand a little bit.
The more difficult the task, the more people would doubt themselves.
Correspondingly, the more difficult the task, the more confidence one could inject. With this confidence, many people in this world had climbed over many insurmountable mountains.
Yan Li still had a long way to go, and the mountains he had to climb were far more than one mountain.
In the chaotic world, the Source Sea was already completely filled with small swords, proving his progress in cultivation, and his vital qi was almost saturated.
It had to be mentioned that the saturation of vital qi in the Source Sea of the cultivation realm had nothing to do with the realm. It did not mean that the Source Sea would reach the level of full manifestation when the vital qi was saturated. Although cultivation was divided into three realms, it had nothing to do with the amount of vital qi, but how to use the power of the Stellar Source more.
In other words, even though the Source Sea was already saturated and infinitely close to full manifestation, it was still at the level of illumination.
The saturation of vital qi was due to the safe harbor that had not been disturbed for many months. This period of time was probably the only period of peaceful cultivation that Yan Li had since he entered the capital.
The results of the realm were also very gratifying.
Over the past few months, he cultivated without rest, comprehending the strengths of many schools of thought. Even though he had not even seen one-tenth of the Heavenly Fault Pavilion's reserves, he was infinitely close to the upper realm of cultivation.
Just like the core of martial arts cultivation, things that did not change would never improve.
Right now, he was only one step away from Bi Xian.
Once he stepped over it, the restless curse would once again be pushed back into the depths of his soul. Once he stepped over it, he could start preparing for the empowerment.
He exited the visualization state, put down the lone book in his hand, and turned to look at the door.
"Lord Yan, His Highness requests your presence." An attendant walked in.
"I understand." Yan Li had more or less expected it. He stood up, dusted off his clothes, stretched, and followed the servant to the throne room.
Ji Polu sat on the throne. His brows were restrained and calm. No one knew what he was thinking.
Seeing Yan Li walk in, he raised his eyes slightly. The attendant understood and respectfully retreated.
After everyone in the hall left, Ji Polu said indifferently, "I heard you are going to Jixia Academy?"
"Yes." Yan Li nodded.
"Sit." Ji Polu pointed at Her Highness' chair.
Yan Li sat down. "What does the Tyrant want to teach me?"
"In today's world, Confucian orthodoxy is above imperial authority." Ji Polu said, "When you go to Jixia Academy, be careful not to be caught. Your safety will be assured. However, it's not that easy to obtain the qualifications to enter the examination, much less pass it. I heard from Yuan Fushun that you have plans to participate in the examination? "
"I do have this thought." Yan Li said, "I can't rely on any faction, and I'm not strong enough. Why don't I enter Confucian orthodoxy and avoid the sharp edge of the Imperial Court?"
"If you know how to restrain yourself, you'll live longer." Ji Polu said meaningfully, "But I'm afraid you won't be able to control yourself when the time comes."
"This is fate." Yan Li said.
"Which Confucian orthodoxy do you prefer?" Ji Polu asked.
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be the Court Of Sword." Yan Li said.
"The Court Of Sword is divided into seven branches. Each mountain sect treats each other with respect. Have you decided which branch to join?" Ji Polu asked.
Yan Li didn't know why he asked. He thought for a moment and said, "If I make it to the top three, I'll probably choose Cangjian Peak."
"Cangjian Peak has been weak for a long time." Ji Polu shook his head. "If you make it, why don't you go to Heavenly Sword Peak? I have some ties with Heavenly Sword Elder. The current Peak Lord Guan Shanhai has to give me some face. If you go, there will naturally be someone to take care of you."
"Thank you, Tyrant. I'll consider it carefully." Yan Li smiled. "How about the examination? I'm still in the dark. Whether I can qualify for the examination is still a problem."
Ji Polu said, "These are all small matters. If you join the Wang Estate, they'll be solved easily."
"If I join the Wang Estate, why would I need to participate in the examination?" Yan Li said.
Ji Polu smiled faintly and said, "You're quite shrewd. I know you won't stay for long. Take this as a favor to Xuan Yun. I won't be giving it to you. "
As he spoke, he tossed over a Qiankun Pouch.
Yan Li caught it but didn't check it immediately. He said, "I have a question."
Ji Polu said, "I know what you want to ask. The answer will be revealed in the future. But before it happens, it's meaningless to say anything. I'm just preparing for a rainy day. You don't have to worry too much. "
Only then did Yan Li check the Qiankun Pouch.
Of course, this Qiankun Pouch couldn't compare to Gu Haiyuan's. It was about one-fifth the size. There were a hundred soul stones and a few books inside. The books seemed to be about talismans.
In today's cultivation world, talismans didn't have a unified system. Every Grandmaster Alchemist relied on their unique talent. Learning couldn't make up for this talent. Therefore, the Dao of talismans of every clan was in a hazy starting stage. They couldn't systematically explain the Dao of talismans. Books about talismans were naturally few and far between. As long as it was an experience, it would definitely be passed down by a Grandmaster Alchemist. It was even more precious than a unique skill.
This was called sending charcoal in snowy weather. Yan Li sighed in his heart and bowed. "Tyrant's generous gift, I'll definitely repay it in the future."
Ji Polu waved his hand. "You can go."
Yan Li turned around and left.
Walking along the corridor, the afternoon sun shone on his body. It was warm and comfortable. After being in seclusion for so long, he actually felt like he was reborn.
At this moment, he saw the plaza where the Immemorial Voice was placed. His heart moved and he walked over there.
This time, he didn't even have the chance to see it before he locked himself in Heavenly Fault Pavilion.
Now that he looked again, he suddenly realized something was slightly different.
The moment he put his hand on it, he immediately felt a mysterious feeling.
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