His right hand swept across the storage ring, and a long sword appeared in his hand, but it was not the top-grade magic weapon that Fang Cun had obtained, but an ordinary spiritual sword.
While the magical weapon was powerful, it also consumed a lot of energy. With her current cultivation level, she could only launch a single strike before she would become exhausted. She would never use it unless faced with a life-or-death crisis.
Putting aside all distracting thoughts, she sat down cross-legged, placed the spirit sword horizontally on her knees, and with a thought, the sword power grew.
The spirit sword hummed softly, and the sword light flowed, then flowed from the meridians in Xiang Sheng's hands into his dantian, emitting continuous brilliant sword light. The true essence within the range of the sword light instantly evaporated many impurities and became more refined.
Time passed slowly, and the next day came in the blink of an eye.
Ding-dong, ding-dong...
The bell rang again.
Xiang Sheng suddenly opened his eyes, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, which was sharp and intimidating.
She took a slight breath and activated the breath-concealing technique. Her sharp edge was immediately concealed without a trace, and her temperament became gentle again.
His original black robe was stained with blood and was no longer usable. Xiang Sheng cleaned it up briefly, changed into a green robe, put away his spirit sword, stood up, opened the door and walked out.
Seeing him, the servant quickly bowed and said, "Dear guest, the spirit boat is about to depart. Please follow me quickly."
Xiang Sheng nodded lightly and said calmly, "Thank you."
The servant was immediately flattered. He smiled as he walked over and said, "It seems that the honored guest has made great progress in his cultivation during his retreat. I wish the honored guest great success in Siji City and a great reputation in Dongzhou!"
Xiang Sheng smiled faintly, "Thank you."
A moment later, the servant led Xiang Sheng to a tall building called the Farewell Building.
This building has a total of seven floors, each of which is hollow and ventilated on all sides. The platform is huge, and there is a luxurious spirit boat that is a hundred feet long parked on each floor.
The servant hurried to the fifth floor and pointed to the huge spiritual boat in the middle. "Dear guest, I will take you here."
As he said this, the servant handed the token of boarding to Xiang Sheng, bowed again, and turned to leave.
At this moment, there were still two quarters of an hour before the spiritual boat departed. There were quite a few monks from various groups on the platform, lined up in a long queue, and boarded the boat one by one. The monks from Tianqing Pavilion were stationed on both sides of the boat's entrance, scanning the boat with cold eyes, and no one dared to act rashly.
Xiang Sheng waited for a quarter of an hour and finally got on the spirit boat. Following the induction of the token, he came to a room in the cabin. The door was half-open, and he could faintly hear conversation inside.
She pushed open the door, and the conversation inside suddenly stopped, and everyone looked outside.
Xiang Sheng walked in expressionlessly, and his eyes swept across the house. Three of the four cushions were already occupied by unfamiliar faces, leaving only one empty.
She closed the door, walked over to the empty cushion and sat down, leaning her back against the board, without saying a word from beginning to end.
The atmosphere in the room was silent for a moment, and then someone couldn't help but speak up first, "I didn't expect another young Taoist friend to come. May I ask your name and where you are working?"
Xiang Sheng raised his eyes and saw that the person who spoke was a middle-aged monk. He was wearing a gray-brown robe with many torn edges and a little dirty.
He is a casual cultivator, but his cultivation is not low. Like him, he is in the middle stage of foundation building.
As if noticing Xiang Sheng's scrutiny, the middle-aged cultivator quickly said, "My name is Ying Changfeng, and I'm a disciple of the Wanjian Sect's headmaster."
As he spoke, he pulled over a young man beside him who was also dressed simply and looked a little embarrassed. He said, "This is my junior fellow apprentice, Lin Hai. This is his first time accompanying an elder on a sect mission, so he's a little shy. Please don't be offended."
Wanjianmen...
Xiang Sheng touched her nose and couldn't help but look at Ying Changfeng and Lin Hai. It was the first time she saw disciples from the sect dressed so shabbily.
"Hey, Brother Coffin Board, we two fellow disciples have both announced our names. You haven't said a word. Aren't you being rather rude?"
Xiang Sheng was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the rough-looking young man beside him, frowning slightly, "Coffin lid?"
The burly young man smacked his lips and said, "Your face is as stiff as my grandfather's. What else could it be but a coffin lid?"
Xiang Sheng suddenly looked strange.
Lin Hai, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Ying Changfeng quickly covered his junior brother's mouth, laughed dryly twice, and apologized, "Brother Wang, my junior brother is a simple person and tends to overthink things. Please don't take it to heart."
The burly young man scratched his head, thought for a moment, and suddenly realized something. He quickly pointed at Xiang Sheng and clarified, "Don't get me wrong. I, Wang Tuo, have only one grandfather in my life. That's my biological grandfather, not you!"
Xiang Sheng pursed his lips and said, "Don't worry, I don't want to be your grandfather either."
"You haven't told me your name yet?" the burly young man continued to ask.
Xiang Sheng was silent for a moment, then said, "Zhu Lu, a casual cultivator."
The rugged young man immediately smiled innocently and said, "I am also a casual cultivator, and so is my grandfather. Brother Zhu, we are truly destined to be together!"
Xiang Sheng looked at the young man's silly smile and suddenly felt a headache. He encountered a tough guy before he even set out. He was afraid that the journey would not be peaceful.
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