Yuan Chen Sword Canon

A smile had already spread across Chen Fei's face of its own accord. Back at the Long Rainbow Sect, Chen Fei had only obtained the complete first two layers of the Yuan Chen Sword Canon. The third layer had been damaged; it could be cultivated, but it could not fully fuse a third technique into it.

But now, as the third layer's technique was completely imprinted in Chen Fei's mind from the stone stele, it still was not over. The technique's inheritance continued.

The fourth layer, the fifth layer—the information within the stone stele did not stop, continuing to pour into Chen Fei's Sea of Consciousness.

Shi Shaofang lay on the ground. At this moment, because of the angle, he could see a little more clearly of Chen Fei's back. But what use was seeing his back now? Even a person's face could be changed; changing a mere back could be done in far too many ways.

What left Shi Shaofang even more despairing was that, even while seeing the person with his own eyes, he still could not sense the aura that should have been present on that figure's body.

A person's aura was something everyone should possess. In the Aperture Refining Realm, people were often identified through their aura. Yet here, this method of identifying people had failed completely on Chen Fei.

In other words, even if Shi Shaofang was fortunate enough to survive this time, even if he encountered Chen Fei face-to-face in the future, he would not recognize that this was the person who had struck him into a near-death state with a single move.

In truth, at the instant Chen Fei had attacked earlier, his aura had been revealed. Once a true battle broke out, no matter how strong the Spirit Slaughter Technique was, it