I Became A Playwright In Medieval Fantasy

"Phantom..."

Maya muttered the name of the famed writer as her eyes narrowed with sharp focus.

‘I thought he was just some nobody, but I was wrong.’

Drawn by curiosity about the emergence of a new Sword’s Champion candidate, she had ventured into the capital. Naturally, she found herself attending a performance of Farewell My Concubine, which was taking the city by storm.

It was during that performance that Maya realized something critical.

The Pen’s Champion candidate—

You knew too, didn’t you?

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"..."

Maya closed her eyes, focusing intently as she began to meditate.

She was well aware of the craze that Farewell My Concubine had sparked in the capital. Young mages and knights had taken to imitating the martial techniques shown in the play, adapting their mana to mimic the internal energy techniques, resulting in the rise of the new class of “Magic Swordsmen.”

"Fools."

The inner energy displayed by Xiang Yu in the play wasn’t mana.

For days after watching the first part of Farewell My Concubine, Maya had been instinctively practicing. Reflecting on the depiction of qi circulation from the play, she focused her entire mind on her dantian (energy center).