Xuan Yan still could not figure out what he should do.
He could feel the rising power in his body, but he was at a loss as to how to use it.
When he was drinking tea, the moment he held the teacup, the tea would turn into ice and the teacup would crack.
"How am I going to eat like this?"
Xuan Yan muttered softly. No one could stand within three feet of him. Miss Yuan had been taking care of him, but due to the limitation of her power, she could only pass things to him from afar.
Cynanchum Chinense and the other two had broken through to the seventh level of the True God Realm and were protected by the divine light, so they could deal with nature.
— — Xuan Yan was just an ordinary child. The power of God's Descent was equivalent to creating an expert out of thin air. It was terrifying.
Looking at the flustered Xuan Yan, Cynanchum Chinense sighed and asked Shen Zhenyi, "Master, are we just going to keep bringing them along?"
She just wanted to practice her swordsmanship in peace and follow her master. These miscellaneous people were an eyesore.
When they arrived at Xuantian City, things happened one after another. They did not even have time to take a breather.
Now that it was almost over, she did not know what her master was going to do next.
Shen Zhenyi glanced at Xuan Yan and said indifferently, "When a God descends, his mind is like that of a teenager. In the future, when the beasts attack the city, he might be useful. If he wants to follow, then let him follow. "
This world was rotten, but there was still light in the darkness.
Although they still had to wave their swords in the end, if they could leave a little hope, then they should.
It was because there were still people working hard in this world that it was worth saving.
"Alright …"
Cynanchum Chinense nodded helplessly.
"Forget about this child, what about that one?"
She looked into the distance.
In the midst of the snow, a red dot like a blooming wintersweet was eye-catching.
The girl dragged her long sword and drew a long silver trail on the ice field.
The girl called Ah Bi.
As expected, she did not give up and kept following Shen Zhenyi's group from afar. She was expressionless, neither sad nor happy. She was like a lone wolf chasing its prey, full of patience.
She said that she would get back the key and Shen Zhenyi's life soon.
— — It seemed that she did not intend to leave and start again. She was following them.
"Don't bother about her."
Shen Zhenyi didn't care at all.
"She won't do anything."
This girl was an assassin who pursued a one-hit kill, or rather, a hunter.
She wouldn't make a move until her prey was exhausted and she found a weakness.
She had only tried to attack Shen Zhenyi once.
All that was left was to wait.
Unfortunately, she would never have the chance to make a move. Shen Zhenyi walked leisurely, a faint smile on his face.
"That's still annoying."
Cynanchum Chinense muttered softly. It would be best if Master could make a move and get rid of this person cleanly.
Princess Long advised her, "Master is not a person who has tender feelings for the fairer sex. There must be a reason why he did not kill her. This girl's origin is mysterious, her swordsmanship is brilliant, and she was the one who tried to assassinate Prince Yuan on the street. She might have some secrets."
If the Third Young Master Shen wanted to kill someone, nothing could stop him.
If he didn't want to kill, there must be a reason.
"Her swordsmanship is really good …"
Cynanchum Chinense couldn't help but admit. At least she, who had just broken through to the seventh level of the True God Realm, was not enough to compete with this girl — — If she was sure that she would win, she would have gone up with her sword and chased her away. Why wait until now?
They all cultivated the Nine Great Secret Swords, but this girl's cultivation and foundation were above theirs.
This made the three girls competitive. They kept on cultivating, wanting to surpass Ah Hu as soon as possible.
Seven days passed like this.
They had walked out of the ice field and would soon return to the vicinity of the Iron Threshold Temple where they killed in the Yuan Mountain.
There were more and more people.
Shen Zhenyi was not in a hurry. He walked and stopped. At this time, he rested at a roadside shop and ordered local snacks to satisfy his hunger.
Looking at his disciples chattering and eating, he only ordered a pot of light tea. Looking at the dense steam rising up, his eyes seemed to be closed, as if he was deep in thought.
The girl in red, Ah Hu, suddenly walked over.
She had been following them from a distance and never came close.
Cynanchum Chinense and the others were alert, each holding the hilt of their sword. Xuan Yan also stood up unconsciously. Miss Yuan even shrank behind Third Young Master Shen.
Shen Zhenyi waved his hand, indicating that it was okay.
Ah Hu sat opposite Shen Zhenyi, picked up the teacup on the table, and drank it in one gulp. Then she stared at him coldly and asked slowly, "Who are you?"
She had been following Shen Zhenyi for seven days.
She had been observing this man.
Before she attacked in the Xuan Family's underground cavern, Ah Hu had never cared about others — — to her, anyone was just a corpse after a sword, so there was no need to pay attention.
But the sword she used on Shen Zhenyi did not take his life, and she even suffered a small loss.
At the very least, in terms of Asura Heavens Burning, she had lost.
But Ah Hu didn't care.
Winning or losing would not be affected by her heart of not stirring up dust.
To her, if she couldn't finish off her opponent with one sword, then she would use another sword. If that didn't work, then she would seriously use another sword.
So she didn't want to waste time. As long as she followed behind Shen Zhenyi and waited for him to reveal a flaw, she would slit his throat, take the key, and leave. That was enough.
As for the others, she didn't care about them at all.
She just needed to be patient and wait.
But …
"How can you maintain the state of Oneness of Heaven and Man for seven days without any flaw?"
Ah Hu's expression didn't change, but her voice rose a little.
This was already the most emotional expression she could express.
How could there be such a person?
Or rather, how could such a person be considered a person?
Not to mention Xuantian City, even the Eighth Tier True God Realm masters in the obelisk couldn't maintain a perfect state all the time, even though Ah Hu couldn't break through their Divine Light no matter what.
Everyone had moments when they let their guard down.
When they ate, when they sat down, when they stretched, when they went to the toilet, when they were absent-minded …
There would always be a moment when they didn't maintain perfection.
As long as she grasped that moment of imperfection, Ah Hu's sword would be able to reap their lives.
At least, with Shen Zhenyi's Divine Light cultivation base, she could do it.
But she really didn't.
For seven days, every moment, every minute, every second, Shen Zhenyi didn't have a single flaw.
His every action, every word, and even when he closed his eyes and dozed off, seemed to be completely in tune with the rhythm of Heaven and Earth. This kind of harmony was like breathing, integrated into his body, and didn't need to be deliberately maintained.
Ah Hu waited for a full seven days, but she couldn't find a chance to attack.
Was he still human?
She suddenly felt a fear that she had never felt before in her heart. As if possessed, she walked forward to ask about it.
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