As time passed, the heavenly omen grew ever more violent. Yin winds screamed fiercely, and by noon, for dozens of miles around, the entire sky had actually sunk into darkness, so black one could not see one's fingers before one's face.
Countless streams of yin energy frantically gathered toward that desolate mountain. The ground trembled without end; sand flew and stones skittered, and everywhere was filled with yin wind and corpse qi...
Lin Xuan, however, let out a faint sigh. Not only was there no trace of joy on his face, his brows instead knitted tighter and tighter.
After about the time it took an incense stick to burn, Lin Xuan suddenly lowered his hand and stopped sending out true essence. The Ghost Mist wrapped around the young woman's delicate body, however, began churning violently. One rune after another flickered, then vanished like illusions.
Then, like a great whale drawing in water, the Ghost Mist was sucked into the young woman's body. The black qi withdrew, revealing Yue'er's face.
It was still that flowerlike pretty face, yet exhaustion was written all across her brows. Her Nascent Soul Formation had not succeeded, and Yue'er's expression was filled with disappointment.
She glanced at Lin Xuan, then lowered her lovely head.
"All right, girl, what's there to be so down about? The Immortal Path is perilous, and Nascent Soul Formation is even harder atop hardship. Failing once is perfectly normal. We'll just treat it as gaining experience and wait for another opportunity in the future." A smile appeared at the corner of Lin Xuan's mouth. Naturally, he would not blame Yue'er for anything, and began speaking words to encourage her.
"This servant is useless."
"Enough. I already said not to take it to heart. There will be chances in the future." Lin Xuan