The particles were moving irregularly, but after Chen Mu felt it carefully, he found that the particles were vibrating regularly and breathing sounds.

One month later.

The fire in the Lieyang Valley soars into the sky.

Countless geniuses looked over there.

The strong men in the sect all looked moved.

Su Min drank tea and nodded with satisfaction. He mastered the sword intent for four months. It was not an ordinary flaming sword intent, and it was also a stronger pure Yang sword intent. His talent was no worse than Jiang Fuxian.

The pure Yang sword intent mastered by Chen Mu just fits his own spiritual power and can make the sword skills he exerted burst out with stronger power.

After mastering the sword intent, Chen Mu did not leave Lieyang Valley, but instead used the energy here to continue to attack the Ninth-grade Sword Hou.

Twenty days later.

Chen Mu broke through to the early stage of the Ninth-grade Sword Martial.

Chen Mu had been practicing for nearly five months this time and sat on Zhaixing Peak for a while. He also understood why the older generations often went into seclusion for several years, or even decades.

Chen Mu returned to Aojian Peak.

Flowers and plants in the mountains have been taken care of.

He smelled Jiang Fuxian's breath, and she should have come here to rest and clean it up.

Chen Mu came to the back mountain and took a bath in the cold stream. It was as cold as today, the sky was snowing, and the stream water had not frozen yet.

"Come to Lingyun Peak tomorrow night."

Jiang Fuxian's voice sounded in Chen Mu's ears.

"Senior sister, you can't peek."

“What’s there to see.”
Chapter completed!