Chapter 71 Second Floor
"Cang Yao?" Feng Tianning was a little surprised by the person sitting at the door.
I haven't seen him since they parted in Sakura Country. I didn't expect that he would be waiting for me here now.
"Tianning, are you... okay?"
He also heard about Han Jiajun's sacrifice and was afraid that Feng Tianning would become depressed and give up on himself.
Feng Tianning looked at him with some doubt:
"What can I do?"
As if she had thought of something, she smiled at Cang Yao and said:
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Cang Yao's face froze. He didn't expect Feng Tianning to say that. It took him a long time to utter a word:
"Regarding Han Jiajun...I feel deeply sorry for him."
Feng Tianning smiled, his expression remained unchanged:
"If we are destined to meet, we will eventually meet. He has been reincarnated. Maybe one day we will meet someone on the road and it will be him."
Looking at Feng Tianning's relaxed expression, Cang Yao was sure that she was really fine and he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he didn't believe in reincarnation, he just wanted her not to be too sad.
"What do you want to see me about?"
"Can't you come if everything is fine?"
Cang Yao felt a little helpless, not knowing whether Feng Tianning was really stupid or was deliberately rejecting him.
"Tianning, I'm here to say goodbye to you."
"Hmm?" Feng Tianning raised his eyebrows and motioned him to continue.
"I plan to go to Longhu Mountain to become a disciple."
"Why?"
Feng Tianning was a little confused. Captain Liu said that Cang Yao was the heir of the Cang family in Kyoto. Perhaps Bing Meishi was the only one who had suffered more hardships since he was a child.
She didn't understand why such a noble young master would want to enter the world of cultivation.
Regardless of the reason, Feng Tianning actually doesn't support Cang Yao's practice.
She didn't want to see another ordinary person become a monk and then fall down in front of her.
Cang Yao seemed to have guessed what she was thinking and smiled comfortingly:
"Don't worry, I just want to keep fit. I won't join the special case team." I just want to fight alongside you next time.
Cang Yao added silently in his heart.
God knows how much he envied those agents who could stand up when Feng Tianning was in danger, while he, an ordinary person, could only hide behind them.
"Maybe one day I can protect you too."
After hearing Cang Yao's words, Feng Tianning smiled and said nothing.
Even if a gifted cultivator could surpass her after just a few days of practice, then her role as the Mother of the Earth would be in vain.
Feng Tianning had no idea that Cang Yao was truly a demon in cultivation. Even if his future attainments didn't surpass hers, they would be considered evenly matched.
Of course, this is just a later story.
Now Feng Tianning just smiled at him, said "I wish you success" and turned to walk into the house, without noticing the determination in Cang Yao's eyes behind him.
After returning home, Feng Tianning went straight into the Mountain, River and State Map. Her merits increased, but her spiritual energy was completely lost. She didn't know if she could still break through.
Feng Tianning glanced at Xiaobao who was still "asleep" and sighed helplessly.
He has been like this since he came back from Qin Ling. Is sleeping the only way to break through the ghost fetus?
Feng Tianning shook his head and threw away the messy thoughts in his mind. He no longer cared about Xiaobao lying on the first floor, and went straight to the second floor of the Mountain, River and State Map - the Five Elements Purgatory Realm.
As Feng Tianning stepped into the second level, five-colored rainbow light twisted into a vortex in the sky, as if welcoming their master.
The second floor is not big, with only five small doors corresponding to the five elements.
Feng Tianning hesitated for a moment and walked into the golden door closest to her.
The moment I stepped in, the scene before me changed.
The bronze ground was embedded with broken swords, and every step she took caused the metal to tremble.
The suspended Gengjin energy condensed into a sword, silently slashing across Feng Tianning's back, but turned into ashes the moment it touched her.
This is... Jingelin?
She had read in a book that Jingelin was the place where the final battle of the witch-lich catastrophe took place. The head of Gonggong, one of the twelve ancestor witches, had fallen here. The resentment that overflowed from their skulls infected weapons within a thousand miles.
The debris of the battlefield was melted into the essence of sharp gold, so it was named Jingelin.
The Golden Immortal who once perished here was filled with great resentment. His life-saving magic weapon had been soaked in resentment for thousands of years, and turned into a spirit that embodied the way of killing.
Every piece of bronze fragment that Feng Tianning crushed contained the fighting spirit of the ancient monk before his death.
Those wandering spirits are neither natural creatures nor evil spirits, but the residual soul of Chi You that was shattered by the Xuanyuan Sword.
Feng Tianning only felt bursts of roars coming from his ears, which were the resentments of those cultivators.
Those who strengthen their bodies here are actually using the killing calamity of the demise of gods and demons to rebuild the foundation of their flesh.
Jingelin was not big, and Feng Tianning reached the end in about ten minutes.
She had just sat down under a giant tree and was about to try to break through when a tiger's roar came from above her head.
The spirit in the form of a saber-toothed tiger leaped out from the rock wall, its black iron fangs shining coldly.
Feng Tianning's eyes flashed, and he wanted to use his spiritual power, only to then remember that he couldn't use it now.
She grabbed the tiger's head with her bare hands, her knuckles turning white from the force, and with her other hand she broke the saber-toothed tiger's fangs.
Feng Tianning swung the saber-toothed tiger hard, and it fell against the stone wall, letting out a mournful cry.
It seems that this place is for her to strengthen her body.
With one saber-toothed tiger missing, countless spirits emerged from all directions.
Feng Tianning's eyes grew colder, and he rushed forward without hesitation, fighting against these spirits with his bare hands.
The spirit didn't seem to want to kill her. It always stopped when Feng Tianning was in the most dangerous situation and even gave her time to rest.
Feng Tianning stayed in the Shanhe Shejitu for seven years, and seven days also passed in the outside world.
When Feng Tianning came out of the Mountain, River and State Map, he felt relaxed all over, and a layer of black mud scabs formed on the outside of his body.
She looked at herself with some disgust, took a shower and went to the special case team.
If I remember correctly, today should be the day we go to Fengmen Village.
Feng Tianning was the last one to arrive. Captain Liu hurried over to greet her when he saw her coming:
"Tianning, are you okay?"
Feng Tianning nodded. She couldn't be better now.
After fighting against those spirits in the Shanhe Shejitu for seven years, she now feels that she can blow up even a Nascent Soul stage person with one punch.
"Tianning, there will be veteran agents following you when you go in, but don't act tough if anything happens."
Captain Liu tried his best to persuade Feng Tianning. He was afraid that this old man would resort to personal heroism again and not give other newcomers a chance to perform.
I was even more afraid that Feng Tianning would get injured and bring him back a person covered in scars.
"I understand. Don't worry."
Seeing her indifferent look, Captain Liu knew that his words had gone in one ear and out the other.
Feng Tianning said goodbye to Captain Liu and got on the bus.
"Hey, here comes another relative."
"Isn't he the direct superior of the special case team? How could someone with connections be planted in there?"
Feng Tianning frowned and looked over, only to find that it was a man with a look of disdain who was speaking.
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