Half A Month Later

In order not to go back and inherit the family business, he had to go all out!

In the middle of the night, Jiang Yu still hadn't fully grasped the sword control technique. He could only repeat the movements in the book repeatedly.

He could not understand the words in the sword manual, so he could only imitate the movements according to the diagrams. At first, his imitation was not very accurate, but after doing the movements a few times, he became more and more familiar with them.

However…Why didn't he feel anything?!

Jiang Yu was so angry that he wanted to throw the sword away.

[Calm down, calm down. Why are you angry at the sword? Throwing the weapon away won't help you break through.]

The System sighed and reminded him, [You have to calm down when you cultivate. Otherwise, how can you have a breakthrough?]

"You don't have to say it."

Jiang Yu took a deep breath and quickly calmed his heart. He looked at the sword in his hand and waved it twice, but there was still no reaction.

"..."

Was this really a top-notch sword? He didn't feel anything in his heart, but the sword should at least have some sort of reaction.

Jiang Yu suddenly recalled the bitter training mentioned in cultivation novels.

From the time he came into contact with the technique to the time he started cultivating, everything had been smooth sailing for him. There had been no obstacles at all. Even the system's punishment was just rewards in disguise.

It was the first time he had encountered a block like today.

Perhaps, he also needed to be like those cultivators, calm down, persevere, and cultivate unhurriedly.

Jiang Yu felt much more comfortable in this way.

He brandished the top-notch sword again and continued to train according to the sword manual.

In fact, Jiang Yu didn't know how long he had been practicing. The night turned into day, and the day turned into night. Suddenly, one night, he felt a different fluctuation in his body.

Jiang Yu carefully examined it and found that this was the subtle connection between him and the top-notch sword!

[Oh my. Not bad. You've achieved such results in just a few days. If you continue to practice, I believe you'll definitely succeed.]

The system's words of encouragement made Jiang Yu a little at a loss.

"You don't have to say it. I understand."

Now that he had finally developed a subtle connection with his own, he had to increase his training.

As a result, Jiang Yu continued to train hard, almost to the point where he forgot to eat and sleep. And cultivators didn't need to eat too much.

During the process of cultivation, Jiang Yu almost did not feel hungry. He focused all his attention on his sword.

The system was also looking forward to his training.

The sword slowly floated up, but it was very slow, and he could not maintain it for too long.

In just a minute, the top-grade sword fell back to the ground.

Jiang Yu tried several times, but the result was the same.

[Looks like you still have to strengthen my training.] The system then suggested, [Why don't you eat a few more Spirit Restoring Pills? Cultivating like this every day will consume a lot of spiritual power.]

Jiang Yu naturally wouldn't refuse.

He had plenty of money, and there were quite a few Return Spirit Pills in the store. He could eat as much as he wanted.

Although he had improved, it was still difficult for him to calm down and not rush the process.

Jiang Yu wanted to eat until he was fat, but he was stopped by the system.

"What are you doing? Didn't you say that I can eat all these Spirit Recovery Pills? And I have the money for it."

[You…] The system began before sighing helplessly, [In the past, many cultivators relied on Spirit Recovery Pills to cultivate, and many suffered from the backlash. You haven't reached your breakthrough yet, but you've already eaten too many Spirit Recovery Pills. If you suffer a backlash now, you'll have to recuperate for a long time. Wouldn't that waste more of your time?]

Backlash? Rest?? Jiang Yu didn't seem to have thought about this problem.

He had always been consuming pills to cultivate, and there had never been any backlash.

However, if he did as the system said, he might suffer the consequences. If that were to happen, he would need to recuperate… Actually, Jiang Yu was not worried about recuperating. He was more worried about going home to recuperate.

Once his father found out he was injured, he would definitely be brought back to the Jiang family.

As for whether he could still come out to train when that time comes... Well, that was still a big question.

He might even be forced to inherit the family property.

The thought of sitting in a lifeless office and reading memorials like an emperor in the future, as well as going to various wineries to socialize and negotiate business... Jiang Yu felt suffocated just thinking about it.

"No! Absolutely not!"

"I'd rather kill myself than let me go back and inherit the family business!" Jiang Yu roared.

[In that case, just cultivate honestly and with your feet on the ground.] The system urged and was very satisfied with Jiang Yu's response.

As expected of the host it had chosen. Even if there was a shortcut, he would put his own well-being first over his impulsiveness.

Therefore, Jiang Yu placed down the Spiritual Recovery Pill again and he waved the top-notch sword to strengthen the connection between him and the weapon.

Practice was repetitive, boring, the same day after day, year after year.

Of course, Jiang Yu didn't think that he would need to spend a year cultivating.

Although he did not know how many days had passed doing this same move.

It wasn't until the butler came over with his phone and said that it was a call from Lin Xiaoyuan.

After saving her, Jiang Yu sent someone to send Lin Xiaoyuan down the mountain. After that, the two of them no longer contacted each other.

This phone call today was…

Jiang Yu stopped his sword dance and took out his phone. It was then he realized that half a month had passed.

He immediately picked up the phone and asked what was going on.

"Jiang Yu, I'm holding a last banquet sometime before I enter university. Do you want to come?"

In fact, Lin Xiaoyuan hesitated for a long time before making the call.

After all, her classmates had conflicts with Jiang Yu, so it was understandable if didn't want to come.

However, he had saved her, so it was reasonable for her to invite him.

Jiang Yu himself wasn't interested in banquets.

However, he had already cultivated for more than half a month and had stayed in the mountains for a long time. He could take this opportunity to go out and get some fresh air.

"Alright, tell me the address and I'll come."

The answer surprised Lin Xiaoyuan.

She quickly agreed and told Jiang Yu the address.

After hanging up the phone, her face was still a little red, and the corners of her mouth could not help but smile.

[Y-y-y-you're going out on a date?!]

The system heard their conversation and said meaningfully, [I think that girl likes you. She's a straight-A student. She's beautiful and kind.]

"Shut up. I don't have any feelings for her, I doubt she would have any for me either," Jiang Yu said coldly.

Would he still have the time to flirt after the recuperation of spirit qi a year later?

[Do you really not have any feelings for her?] The system obviously didn't believe him. [I remember that night, the two of you were quite flirtatious at the hot spring. I thought you would have some reaction to her.]

"That was just an accident." Jiang Yu's expression turned even uglier. "Speaking of which, this system of yours only chats with me every day to arrange tasks. Don't you have anything else to do?"

For a cultivation system, it sure has a lot of free time on its metaphorical hands.

[I have nothing to do for the time being.] The system said, very proud of itself, [The mission of the 'Imperials' is to supervise your cultivation. However, you are very ambitious, and the Daoist priest has saved me a lot of trouble.]

'Then it should stop bothering him and just observe,' Jiang Yu thought but did not reply out loud.

He suddenly felt a little hungry and called the butler to prepare a meal.