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

All the monsters along the journey were killed by her Shapeless Sword aura.

After all, she was still a human being with humanity and thus she really hoped that her uncle-master would be able to see her improvement and praise her. Unknowingly, she had already treated Shen Lian as the second honored master.

However, her uncle-master was very reserved and quiet and he did not speak a word. The monsters' meat quality was special and tasty because they had been taking in the essence of heaven and earth. The monsters were used to satisfy her uncle-master and her desire for good food.

She also realized that her uncle-master actually had such good cooking skills. He could easily transform sand into a cooking stove and light a fire in the void. He could even make some imaginable or even the unimaginable peculiar cutleries out of thin air. Her uncle-master said in a carefree manner that all these meant nothing and those who were really brilliant could even easily make a majority of the existing spiritual beings. All it took would be merely their Qi of vitality and five elements.

At that moment, she finally understood the power of celestials. In her whole life, she only bothered to go after the swordcraft just like the honored master, now she finally looked forward to being an immortal Zhenren.

She knew her combat capabilities were already very high, and her cultivation experience was also sufficiently profound. However, she realized that being an immortal Zhenren was a common challenge for all the cultivators in the world. There were many geniuses being stopped at the entrance.

Right in front of the Changsheng door, it was terrifying and bone-chilling, and that was nowhere close to an exaggeration.

”Uncle-master, there's a city right in front.” They walked on a totally empty abandoned area. They had rarely seen any living things these days and suddenly, about hundred miles away, they saw a magnificent city.

When Fang Yanying walked up a small slope, she was shocked.

The bitter cold here was even worse than the places they had been through along the journey. Although she had cultivation experience, in the beginning, she could not get used to it. Thus, she was curious how people in this city could survive. To live in this place, there must be unimaginable grief. Whether it's the food, water, or any other supplies, the inheritance of bloodline faced incredible difficulty.

Shen Lian suddenly said, ”Yanying, how long have we been walking since we departed from the Temple of Killings?”

Fang Yanying said without hesitation, ”A total of 300 days, which is equivalent to 10 months.”

Shen Lian said, ”Within these ten months, you haven't entered your dream to cultivate before, am I right?”

Fang Yanying nodded her head and said, ”Indeed.”

”There should be once. But when the odd incident happened coincidentally, it disappeared. To think about it, it could be because of me. It was an opportunity for you but I ruined it. So, in the end, I tried to find ways to make up to you,” Shen Lian had his hands clasped behind his back and said.

Fan Yanying knew it was about the breathing of the sword but she did not know that there was such cause. But why did her uncle-master mention about this?

Shen Lian continued to say, ”You have stabilized the fundamentals that were shaken due to your sudden improvement over this period of time. Now I'd like you to go to the temple to get something.”

Fang Yanying startled and said, ”That's a temple?”

Shen Lian said, ”You don't need to doubt, a temple could look like a city.”