Ling Fang had been stuck at the bottleneck of the sword soul for far too long. Using conventional methods and teaching him in a straightforward manner wouldn’t yield good results.
Ling Fang was originally a genius in swordsmanship, but his ambitions were too high. He skipped over Sword Qi and Sword Intent, attempting to comprehend the sword soul, something only the mightiest could touch. It’s no wonder he hadn’t made any progress in over a decade.
Because of this, Terra Su couldn’t directly teach Ling Fang anything. Any instruction at this point might disrupt the “Dao” Ling Fang was forming, potentially causing more harm than good.
Thus, Terra Su could only guide Ling Fang in this indirect way. It seemed to be working well.
A swordsmanship genius like Ling Fang shouldn’t be buried in obscurity at Anyang Academy. He should be like a peerless sword, showcasing his sharpness to the world.
Yet, in his previous life, Terra Su had never heard Ling Fang’s name. It seemed this swordsmanship genius never comprehended the sword soul and was ultimately forgotten.
Now, with Terra Su’s guidance and support, who knows how things might change in this life?
In his heart, Terra Su hoped Ling Fang could comprehend the sword soul. This would grant him a destiny entirely different from the last life. Once he grasped the sword soul, his fame would spread across the land, and that was no exaggeration.
Even if the process took twenty, thirty, or fifty years, it would be worth it.
Terra Su silently decided to frequently visit and guide Ling Fang whenever he had the time, as a way to repay him. After all, Ling Fang had shared all his insights and experiences with Terra Su.
With that, Terra Su bid farewell to Ling Fang and turned to leave.
“By the way, your sword is truly a fine blade,” Ling Fang remarked just as Terra Su was about to leave.
Terra Su smiled. The Moon Slayer sword was a first-grade Divine Weapon, naturally a fine sword. Ling Fang’s eye for quality was indeed sharp.
However, Ling Fang probably didn’t realize it was a first-grade Divine Weapon. Even the high-ranking officials at Anyang Academy might not possess such a weapon, let alone a young student.
After leaving Ling Fang’s small house, Terra Su spent some effort to send Julian Xue back to his dormitory.
“The Anyang Martial Meet is approaching fast. I need to prepare.”
Terra Su’s eyes sparkled. His cultivation level was now at the peak of the Condensing Origin Realm eighth-level, and he had cultivated a strand of Sword Qi. In terms of combat power, he could contend with someone at the second level of the Transforming Realm.
However, to win the championship at the Anyang Martial Meet, this strength was far from enough.
Not to mention others, just Dean Wu’s disciple, Nangong Lin from the Martial Dao division, was a genius at the fourth level of the Transforming Realm.
To compete with such a genius, Terra Su needed to quickly enhance his strength.
“It’s time to go out and train.”
Terra Su thought to himself. Training was one of the most direct ways to improve a martial practitioner’s strength and was Terra Su’s favorite method. In life-and-death combat, a martial practitioner’s potential could be maximized.
Just as Terra Su was planning where to train, a servant from the academy delivered a letter to him.
Opening the letter, he found an invitation.
“Tonight, at the Sleeping Moon Tower?”
Terra Su murmured, looking at the signature at the bottom of the letter—it was from the Third Prince.
It turned out the Third Prince personally wrote the invitation, asking Terra Su to meet at the Sleeping Moon Tower in Anyang City tonight.
This was intriguing. The Third Prince knew Terra Su was someone the Crown Prince was keen to win over, yet he invited Terra Su to a gathering at the Sleeping Moon Tower at this time. The Third Prince’s intentions were clear.
However, the Third Prince also knew that a mere gathering might not entice Terra Su, so he specifically noted in the invitation that a rare and precious antique would be on display at the Sleeping Moon Tower tonight.
The Third Prince was confident that Terra Su would be interested in the rare antique. If he was interested, he would have to go to the Sleeping Moon Tower, and if he went, he would have to meet the Third Prince.
“There’s no harm in going.”
Terra Su closed the invitation with a faint smile. Although he was close to the Crown Prince, it didn’t mean he belonged to him.
Moreover, it was just a small gathering. Attending wouldn’t mean much.
…
In the afternoon, Terra Su left Anyang Academy and headed to the Sleeping Moon Tower.
Before going, he had already learned that the Sleeping Moon Tower was the most bustling place in Anyang City. Unlike the tranquility of the Mist Pavilion, the Sleeping Moon Tower was filled with the indulgent atmosphere of the mundane world.
If the refined people of Anyang City preferred to entertain guests at the Mist Pavilion, the wealthy preferred the Sleeping Moon Tower. Not only did it offer exquisite and precious food and a luxurious environment, but it also had far more beautiful maidens than the Mist Pavilion—hundreds of them, each with unique talents and adept at pleasing guests.
The Sleeping Moon Tower was a lavish place designed for male guests. The hundreds of beautiful maidens alone were enough to attract all sorts of people to flock there.
Thus, the Sleeping Moon Tower’s business was always booming. Only those of high status were qualified to dine there.
Terra Su arrived at the Sleeping Moon Tower at dusk. This time, the Third Prince had not only invited Terra Su but also many young scions from prominent families in Anyang City for a purely youthful gathering.
Moreover, the Third Prince had extravagantly booked the entire Sleeping Moon Tower for the night, so it would only serve his guests. The cost for this one night was equivalent to a medium-sized martial family’s monthly income in Anyang City.
Terra Su casually approached the entrance of the Sleeping Moon Tower, ready to show his invitation and enter.
“Clear the way, the eldest young master of the Lou family is here.”
At that moment, an arrogant voice came from behind.
A luxurious sixteen-carrier sedan chair slowly approached and stopped in front of the Sleeping Moon Tower.
Then, a servant stepped out of the sedan, holding a roll of snow-white carpet, intending to lay it on the steps of the Sleeping Moon Tower, seemingly to facilitate the person inside the sedan to enter and exit.
However, since Terra Su was standing on the steps, the carpet couldn’t be laid unless he moved.
The servant frowned and shouted, “Where did this bumpkin come from? Get out of the way.”
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