35 035, [Second Sister's Sword]

The next day, Lu Xun pushed open the door, full of vitality.

Being someone at the second level of the Qi Consumption Technique, he wouldn't look exceptionally haggard just because he didn't sleep well. On the contrary, he was quite excited.

Throughout the night, he still couldn't see the Sword Intent clearly, nor did he know what happened when he was exchanging blows with it, his memory was fuzzy.

After all, Sword Intent was a very mysterious thing.

All he knew was that he was "killed" 36 times throughout the night, and that was it.

Thirty-six times in a single night. Was it alright?

Outside the Small Study, Mao Nanbei was lying on a big wicker chair, with one leg crossed over and the other one hanging in the air, swinging back and forth like a pendulum.

She had a date in her mouth, and seeing Lu Xun wake up, she asked with a muffled voice, "Would you like a bite?"

"No need, thanks fourth senior sister." Lu Xun woke up early in the morning and didn't want to eat fruit yet.