Nearly a week had passed since Xiao Yan bid Xiao Zhan farewell and left Wutan City.
Following Yao Chen's planned route, Xiao Yan's destination was the eastern part of the Monster Mountain Range. He would train there for half a year first.
At this moment, Xiao Yan carried an enormous piece of black mysterious iron on his back. It resembled a greatsword, yet possessed not the slightest sharpness.
Black Xuan Heavy Ruler—this was the name of the black mysterious iron, the weapon Yao Chen had given Xiao Yan after he left Wutan City.
Its main body was forged from a meteorite from beyond the heavens. It was incredibly heavy and could also suppress Dou Qi, making it the ideal choice for constantly tempering Xiao Yan.
Under normal circumstances, a Dou Zhe at Xiao Yan's level would have found it difficult even to walk while carrying this thing.
However, given Xiao Yan's physical constitution, carrying it presumably took little effort at all.
And that was indeed the case. Xiao Yan did not even need both hands; he could lift the Black Xuan Heavy Ruler with one hand and swing it back and forth without becoming overly tired.
Still, the effect of suppressing Dou Qi did exist. At Yao Chen's suggestion, whenever Xiao Yan carried the Black Xuan Heavy Ruler, he attached at least half the Dou Qi in his body to it, thereby enhancing its tempering effect.
Compared to the life-threatening training he had undergone in the Xiao Family, this cultivation method of having his Dou Qi suppressed for extended periods was already quite easy for Xiao Yan.
Compared to that, Xiao Yan had discovered something rather helpless during this past week of traveling on foot.
There were really so many people who robbed travelers on the road.
Xiao Yan narrowed