Chapter 391 The Breathing of Magical Sword (1/2)

Shen Lian took Fang Yanying and left for the north. The endless ravaged land formed from the damage of trial of divine lightning brought out the two lonely silhouette. Until the two shadows left the sight in her limpid eyes, she finally stopped looking.

Not long ago, her life was at stake, it was unpredictable if she could live or had to die. Now that Shen Lian had left, she was unsure if she would be able to repay his favor. Living in the world with the abyss of worldly suffering, there would be unavoidable ebb and flow. She exhibited a faint smile, vanished into the sky with her divine lights. No matter what happened to Shen Lian, she should continue do what she should be doing. She should pick up and sort Luoism out again. After all, she should teach Tianmeng a lesson, or else, where would her indescribable divine solemnity be placed at?

Fang Yanying might not know that this time her uncle-master who was inscrutable would be facing the most dangerous battle in his entire life.

Suddenly, it started to rain and the wind blew. Fang Yanying looked at her uncle-master and she unconsciously felt a premonition, but she suppressed it to the bottom of her heart.

Fan Yanying and her uncle-master had been on their journey to the north for three months. The surroundings gradually became colder.

Despite her achievement on the Shapeless Sword incantation that was comparable to her master back in those years, she was still a mortal after all. The cold and Qi of devilry was slowly infecting her. Although it was not lethal, it made her suffocate more and more.

She was very skillful at refining sword skills, but when faced with this extreme cold and the Qi of devilry, she still could not get used to it. She could only run sword aura constantly to eliminate the detrimental cold and Qi of devilry. Three months had passed and she looked haggard.

However, the same did not happen on her uncle-master. Along the way to the north, his skin became translucent and glowed like jade. He became more aloof and he talked lesser. His previously gentle smile also gradually disappeared.

They did not hasten their journey at night. Every night, her uncle-master who camped out in the wilderness with her always hugged his sword while staring at the Purple Forbidden enclosure. She always felt that the meteors of Purple Forbidden enclosure would intentionally fly towards her uncle-master.

This time of the night would be the most comfortable time for her. In the daytime she always had to fight against the extreme environment of the north and thus she would always feel tired. Although in nighttime it was cold, there would be an unusual aura when her uncle-master hugged his sword and stayed silent. It would make her feel as though she was in a hot spring, her entire body's Qi and state of blood would be active and refreshing.

She took a wild guess that her uncle-master had an unusual method of martial exercise to train the physical body. Or this could be the difference between immortal Zhenren and Nine State cultivators like herself.

The surrounding mountains along the journey were all tall and magnificent, the leaves of plants were sharper and thinner just like sharp-edged swords. They were not only vast but also sharp.

She had experienced enough of this nature surroundings and started to get used to the weather. In the midst of the Shapeless Sword aura circulation, she was becoming more swift and sharp.

Along their journey, they had met some demonic spirits but they were all killed by her. As for her uncle-master's sword had been wrapped in the cloth, she did not even know how the sword looked like.

She was curious about why her uncle-master's sword was not put in his sleeves.

Her uncle-master said, ”You can only store non-living things in your sleeve, this sword is alive.”

She found it weird. She thought that even if the instrument had spirituality, it should not be considered as a living thing. Why was it a living thing? Fang Yanying did not continue asking her uncle-master, she just thought to herself.

Until one night, when she was working on her incantation, suddenly she felt as though she broke a barrier and spirituality was spilled all over her surroundings and she heard a breathing sound. A breathing sound which was indescribable. It sounded melodious but there was a heaviness in it. Her spiritual sense approached the breathing sound then she 'saw' her uncle-master's sword. Then she understood that what she heard was the sword's breathing sound.

If there was breathing, it would naturally be considered as a living thing. Moreover, upon hearing this sword's breathing rhythm, it became unforgettable to her. The following day, she unconsciously changed her breathing to the magical sword's breathing.

A sword's breathing was definitely the most suitable for swords. But she was a human being. Under that breathing rhythm, there was gradual change on her physique. In the past when she used sword aura, there would be a process required but now the speed of her using the sword aura was faster, just like a flash of light. The thought and sword aura would appear simultaneously, quietly, it was incomparably sharp.