Daoist Master Of Qing Xuan Chapter 391 - The Breathing of Magical Sword

Chapter 391 - The Breathing of Magical Sword

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 pa.s.sed 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 refres.h.i.+ng.

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.

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."