Even metal and stone can be opened
At the dinner table, the three of them took their seats. The food was cooked by Rong Yan: ham soup, fried small fish, a small dish of side dishes, and a bowl of stir-fried pork.
Although his cultivation speed couldn't keep up with his senior sister's, his cooking skills improved day by day.
If he were to switch to studying food therapy, it would be a good fit for him.
However, there are three categories in the immortal sect: sword cultivators, medicine cultivators, and talisman cultivators. The category of food cultivators has never been included.
Sect Master Xuan Tian Zhenjun is a master of all three, possessing all three aspects of the sect, which his disciples have absorbed through their daily lives.
Lin Yueyao specializes in sword cultivation and is skilled in medicine making and talisman usage.
Yesterday, Rong Yan had his knees treated with an ointment made by her, though she had never tested it before.
Seeing my junior apprentice bustling around the kitchen all morning, he must be almost fully recovered.
"Senior sister, what are we practicing today?" Rong Yan sat at the table, holding her rice bowl, picking up a piece of green vegetable. Recalling the experience of being chased by the bat demon yesterday, she had no taste for meat.
"No courage training today." Lin Yueyao was very interested in food and had a good appetite. She ate half a bowl of rice, which proved that she was in a good mood.
Rong Yan raised his eyebrows excitedly, picked up a piece of stir-fried meat, mixed it with rice, and savored the delicious and rich flavor.
Benben had a big appetite and was so engrossed in eating that he finished half the dishes, which made Rong Yan feel a pang of regret.
"Eat slowly, you've eaten it all."
Lin Yueyao ate until she was half full, then put down her chopsticks and took out a handkerchief to wipe her lips. The two children were fighting over a piece of tender stir-fried meat.
“This piece is mine.” Rong Yan retorted, grabbing the other end with his chopsticks.
Not to be outdone, Benben grabbed half a piece of stir-fried meat and said, "I saw it first."
"I cooked the meal," Rong Yan emphasized, pouting.
"I carried the ingredients back myself," Benben said, tilting his head back.
"I am the master, you cannot disobey me."
"Wow—" Instead of acting cute, Benben jumped up and exclaimed, "What kind of master would snatch food from his subordinate?"
"If you don't eat it, feed it to the dogs." Lin Yueyao, caught in the middle, spoke coldly.
Wild dogs roamed outside the inn, their eyes bloodshot, clearly cannibals. Given the signal, they could burst in and bite off someone's neck.
The dogs here have clearly been assimilated by the demon race. Benben, being one of their kind, is not afraid. Only Rong Yan suddenly let go of his grip.
That perfectly colored piece of meat went into Benben's stomach.
Fortunately, it was just one piece of meat, and I was almost full after eating it.
Lin Yueyao led them out the door.
Rong Yan is still timid. He will be less afraid after practicing. There is no need to rush. Nothing in this world can be accomplished overnight. We must make long-term plans.
The three walked down the street, and to make things easier, Benben got used to maintaining his human form.
The scene of burning Blackwater City seemed to be repeated, and as I passed through the market, I could hear the voices of the female demon.
Rong Yan was completely bewildered, while Lin Yueyao remained calm and composed.
After wandering around the streets, I stopped in front of a shop called Tian Shu Ge.
Stepping inside, you see a large tree that reaches all the way to the roof, with its branches extending outwards to form countless vines.
The shop was filled with swords and weapons. A beast-taming cage was faintly visible in the inner room.
Lin Yueyao's purpose was simple: she came here to find a suitable magical artifact for Rong Yan, which had broken when she subdued the silkworm demon last time, and now she could replace it.
Although Rong Yan's strength was weak, he couldn't possibly run away every time he encountered a demon. His two small legs were no match for a hundred-year-old demon.
The three of them stood there for a while, but the boss, unable to bear the heat any longer, jumped down from the tree. It was a little elf, constantly saying, "It's so hot."
Plant spirits are naturally afraid of fire, and Lin Yueyaoyuan has a fire elemental root, which gives her a natural advantage over the little spirits.
She remained motionless, raised an eyebrow, and asked, "Which one do you like?"
The little elf couldn't stand the heat, so it flapped its wings wildly, creating a refreshing breeze.
Rong Yan looked up, glanced around, and his eyes met those of the little elf.
The little elf immediately understood, broke out in a sweat, flapped its wings, and chirped, "What kind of magical artifact does the little immortal lord want?"
It flew around in the air, saying, "I have a top-grade sword here, which was transformed from the bones of an immortal."
“This is good, I think it looks good.” Benben agreed immediately.
"But the sword spirit is dead, so it can't unleash even a tenth of its power." The little sprite floated in the air, holding a plump longsword in its hands and feet.
Without the sword spirit, it's as if the sword heart is gone, rendering it useless like scrap metal. Lin Yueyao said, "I don't want this."
With a clang, the longsword fell to the ground. The little elf then pulled out a dark, metallic object.
"The Ghost Head Blade can kill three little demons like you with a single strike." The little elf struggled to lift the weapon, deliberately aiming it at Benben.
Benben swallowed instinctively, then felt a chill on his neck.
"Too heavy." The junior brother couldn't lift it. He didn't kill the demon, but instead got hit on the instep by the ghost-headed knife.
"This one, the Iron Horse Meteor Hammer, ignores offense and defense, and can kill with a single blow to the head."
"Too stupid," Lin Yueyao said, clearly dissatisfied.
"Three-pronged attack, perfect for beheading, leaving the most beautiful wounds," the little elf enthusiastically explained, while Rong Yan broke out in a cold sweat.
"It's not as good as a spatula," Benben muttered to himself. "You can cook with it and use it for self-defense." It's easy to carry and is a perfect item for both self-defense and supporting a family.
"None of them will work," Lin Yueyao stated bluntly. "Don't you have any decent magical artifacts here?"
"Please calm down, fairy." The little elf begged for mercy. Lin Yueyao was not angry, but the spiritual fire on her body was really scalding hot.
With a clanging sound, an ancient sword, its entire body wreathed in resentment, appeared.
“This sword was abandoned by its owner and no one has been able to wield it since. If the fairy takes a liking to it, then take it.”
The buzzing sound of the bell served as a reminder to Lin Yueyao not to touch anything recklessly.
This sword exudes a murderous aura; one can easily be injured if one is not careful.
Lin Yueyao tried to use her spiritual power to activate it, but the ancient sword struggled fiercely and actually bounced the pressure back.
"Watch out—" the little elf exclaimed.
The counterattack's spiritual energy struck the wall, causing the vines throughout the room to sway and the shooting spiritual light to scatter in all directions.
The spiritual fire would not harm the true form. Wenqing flew out automatically, "clang—" blocking Rong Yan and Benben.
To resolve the fluctuations, ask about the situation and change direction, then fight against the ancient sword.
Explosions echoed through the air, clanging and clashing. The ancient sword represented an unyielding resentment, while the questioning of love embodied righteousness.
"Stop hitting him."
The ground shook violently inside the shop, and the little house was in danger of collapsing. The little elf desperately tried to stop it, but its house was about to collapse.
"Wenqing, come back," Lin Yueyao called out, their swords clashing fiercely. Rong Yan and Benben had already left through the door.
Don't be reckless.
"Bang--"
After a violent explosion, Wenqing flew rapidly into the top of his head, and the ancient sword flew back into its scabbard on the table.
They are perceptive and understand the master's feelings.
It told Lin Yueyao that the ancient sword had been abandoned by its owner, which made it sad and it would stop fighting.
Otherwise, we could have had a real competition.
Seeing that things had calmed down, the little elf breathed a sigh of relief.
The shop was in complete disarray, and the ancient sword was terrifyingly powerful. The little elf cast a spell on the scabbard and carefully put it away.
Lin Yueyao apologized and offered spirit stones as compensation before leaving with Rong Yan.
"Isn't there one that's suitable for me?" He asked himself, though he didn't have enough spiritual power. He wanted a magical artifact that was as spiritually connected as Wenqing.
It can help you in a crisis and also protect you.
"It will happen," Lin Yueyao comforted him, placing her hand on his head.
"Yes, yes." Clumsy and tongue-tied, she wasn't good at talking besides eating, so she could only blindly agree.
Since we can't find it, there's no need to stay here.
They returned to the inn, packed their belongings, and set off immediately.
To leave Blackwater City, you need to cross a river and then a dense forest.
Lin Yueyao hired a boatman, and the three of them sat in a small boat. Underwater lived man-eating piranhas that could leap out of the water and drag living creatures into the water to bite them to death.
Stepping onto the soft, damp ground, Benben reverted to its original form and surrounded Rong Yan.
The deeper they went, the less clear their vision became, a thick fog rose in the forest, and the demonic aura grew stronger.
Lin Yueyao, who was beside Rong Yan, remained silent. Benben moved slightly away from Rong Yan and whispered, "Here we go again."
Thinking it was another trial master, he deliberately left Rong Yan's sight.
Further on, both the Moon Fairy and her master disappeared.
Alright, Benben found a spot with lush grass, lay down, and drifted off to sleep.
The fog came suddenly. Lin Yueyao was prepared, but her vision was limited, and she kept going around in circles, as if she were in a maze.
Soon, little demons sprang out from all directions, and she drew her sword to defend herself.
Slash each one that flies in, burn each one that appears.
With ruthless methods, the little demon dared not show its face again.
With visibility extremely limited, she rummaged through her spiritual pouch and retrieved a luminous talisman. Activating the talisman, she affixed it to her eyes, and the talisman itself vanished. Her eyes, now radiating a faint, flowing light, were deep and penetrating, seeing through illusion.
They searched everywhere for Rong Yan's whereabouts but couldn't find him anywhere. The only thing they saw was Benben lying in the haystack.
Rushing to Benben's side, she kicked him, "Where's Rong Yan?"
Benben rubbed his eyes, drool still dripping from his mouth, and said, "I don't know."
"What do you mean you don't know?" Lin Yueyao immediately wanted to stab him to death with her sword.
Benben was completely dumbfounded. "Isn't this supposed to be about building courage?"
"You're the one who wants to die." Her molars were practically grinding to powder as Lin Yueyao straddled his back, clamping her legs together. "Go find him!"
Benben dared not be lazy anymore, and ran wildly through the forest.
Rong Yan's demonic aura intensified, as if he were deliberately concealing it.
He remained motionless. Directly in front of him stood a gigantic beast, its upper body resembling a water buffalo, while its body and legs were those of a horse.
There were stitches on their abdomens; these were two monsters forcibly pieced together.
Its body was enlarged four or five times, and it was also artificially enhanced with magic.
So there was no way to escape, and Rong Yan could only try his best to hide.
With the strength of a water buffalo and the agility of a steed, a single stomp could easily crush Rong Yan on the ground, making him appear like an ant.
He struggled to keep his breathing steady, sweat stinging his eyes, forcing himself not to make a sound.
The instinct for survival overcame the fear itself, and Rong Yan hid behind a big tree.
After searching for a while, the demon suddenly bent down and roared in a frenzy, its breath shockwave knocking down a large tree.
It was the very tree where Rong Yan was hiding. He took off running, deliberately blocking out the noise the demon made. Lin Yueyao couldn't hear it at all. She and Benben circled around the dense forest.
The city lord, watching from afar, saw everything and secretly manipulated the demon to chase after Rong Yan.
Lin Yueyao is still too inexperienced when it comes to mere manipulation techniques.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
