Chapter 338 White Moon Demon Clan (2/2)

Upon hearing that, everyone left. It was not that they were afraid of being scolded or punished by Shen Lian, but all of them could not wait to try out the Dao techniques Shen Lian had taught them. After knowing that Fang Yanying was safe, they could rest easy and find a place to cultivate their techniques.

Fang Yanying saw them leaving, and she too left. She found a place to familiarise herself with the usage of Jiezi Pouch. Actually, there were only two items within it - the set of the elegiac couplet and a sword talisman.

She found it extremely intriguing and experimented with it.

It was starting to get late, and she thought it would be better to leave now to Jinguang Temple. Otherwise, she would have to wait until the next morning.

There were not many cultivators in Xi Huang. Most of them had a weird temperament. If one were to fly in the sky, one would risk offending a cultivator and had to engage in pointless battle. Hence, those who dared to fly in the sky in the middle of the day were those who were confident in their abilities.

Fang Yanying used the sword talisman given by Chen Jianmei and flew without a trace; It was even better than most master celestials of sword. After flying over countless mountains and lakes, she managed to reach Qing Xuan at last.

She was getting closer to Jinguang Temple, and the power of the sword talisman is limited. She stopped using it and merely moved quickly with her Qing Gong.

She had never cultivated any techniques before. If she was not flying with a sword, she would not be able to fly at all. However, she was moving so quickly now that it seemed as though her feet were not touching the ground at all. It was as if she was flying low above the ground.

She knew that her mana definitely got stronger without her realizing it.

After Fang Yanying noticed that, she was pleased. Her skirt flew in the air, and she hummed happily. The stress that she faced in the past few days dissipated completely and she felt at ease.

She was cultivating the Shapeless Sword Incantation that had been reworked by Chen Jianmei. It could be considered as one of the best cultivators of the sword Dharma in the world. As she felt the pressure lifted from her chest, she acted in accordance with the sword will and activated the mana within her. She operated it according to the flow of Qi of the Shapeless Sword Incantation; as she inhaled and exhaled, the sword aura within her was being polished into its purest form.

One could say that she was lucky, as she ended up in a rare state of epiphany. This was actually a manifestation and cumulation of the long-term cultivation that she had gone through.

However, she did not get to indulge in this state for long. All of a sudden, a white moon appeared in front of her. Fresh blood dyed the moon, and the wind whizzed urgently by her ears. In the vast field, some long grass with pricks started giving off chilly bouts of murderous intent, dragging her out from her state of epiphany.

Fang Yanying stood on top of the grass; she tiptoed over the pointy end of the blades of grass. Gathering her mana, she looked ahead and noticed that in the dusk, the setting sun and the blood moon had merged as one.

The moon was not a real moon - it was a manifestation of murderous intent.

She wondered how much blood of the living creatures did it take to gather such murderous intent.

She was still feeling the remnants of the state of Dao in her heart. She pointed her finger and charged at the red moon as a sword; the Shapeless Sword Incantation was operating naturally. All of a sudden, a hint of sword aura that was intangible and invisible flew out, shattering the red moon into pieces.

A person walked out from the shattered red moon. He gave off an intense spiritual pressure, forcing the wild grass to bow to him, worshipping at his feet.

However, this person seemed odd. His pupils were blood red, and he had a long tail - just like that of apes and monkey.

Fang Yanying was reminded of something - ”White Moon Demon Clan”.