Training in the sword came with risks. He could not take it lightly, especially not with the stone on his back. After all, improper use of the Sword-Pressing Stone could bring disciples to tears. Had he not possessed a solid foundation, having the Sword-Pressing Stone bearing down on him would have definitely resulted in injuries.0

After leaving his facial imprint on his martial aunt's courtyard, Wang Sheng exerted all his strength to flip himself over. He touched his swollen nose, looked up, and sighed deeply, imagining how difficult his cultivation path would be from here on out.0

Chi Wen hurried about, fetching medicine, drawing water, and bringing it for Wang Sheng to wash his face. By the time Wang Sheng finally caught his breath and lie on the Sword-Pressing Stone, Chi Wen no longer knew whether to laugh or cry.0

"Senior Brother, you can't train like this."0

Wang Sheng's mouth twitched slightly. He slowly sat up and began to meditate in silence, truly locking horns with the Sword-Pressing Stone.0

Chi Wen sat nearby and worriedly looked at her senior brother, who had always taken good care of her. She quietly walked to the corner, moved a meditation cushion to the door, and sat down. Afterward, she waited for the moment her senior brother would once again be pressed to the ground.0

Sword-Pressing Stone… What a fitting name.0

Wang Sheng meditated through the night....0