In the following days, Wang Anfeng immersed himself entirely in cultivation.
The seventy-two sword techniques became increasingly dense and intense in their exchanges, and he had mastered them. His sword shadow split the air, sharp and intricate, while his Hundred Poison Immunity Mixed Yuan Body reached the limit his physique could tolerate. Any stronger, and it would be detrimental to himself, a loss not worth the gain.
Perhaps it was because he had just completed a medicinal bath, and the medicinal effects hadn't dissipated.
The faint scent of medicine always clung to the young man, earning him cold glares from the scholars.
At night he rested from his cultivation practices, and during the day at Fufeng Academy, Wang Anfeng wandered around the academy, occasionally meeting Gu Jianzhang and others. They walked together, discussing current affairs and gradually becoming more familiar.
