Three months later.

Yang Ye gazed at the tree 300m ahead that was riddled with holes. A sword was floating before him, yet he just stared fixedly at the tree.

At a certain moment in time, Yang Ye’s eyes focused, and then a ‘swish’ resounded. The sword before him left a string of afterimages behind as it instantly shot into the tree.

“Five breaths of time!” Yang Ye took a deep breath, and then he shook his head. After three months of ceaseless cultivation, his Sword Control Technique could be said to have improved by leaps and bounds. His area of control had increased from the previous 30m to over 300m, and its speed was even countless times swifter than before. Of course, he owed a great deal of it to Elder Mu.

Even though it was like this, Yang Ye was still slightly dissatisfied because Elder Mu had once said that he would have only grasped the basics of the Sword Control Technique when he was able to control a sword to traverse 300m in a single breath of time. In other words, he still couldn’t be considered to have...