Before they knew it, Senior Sister and Bear Two had been gone for seven days.
Spring flowers were fading. It was already Tomb-Sweeping Day.
What Old Daoist couldn't understand was that even after Wang Xian ate the flood dragon's flesh, he still hadn't broken through.
Donghuang Shuyu, on the other hand, had advanced another stage and become a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator.
Only then did Old Daoist feel safe letting Bear Two accompany his female disciple on a long journey.
In recent days, Wang Xian's cultivation had not advanced.
But he had found the knack for cultivating the Undying Scripture and the technique Bai Youyue had taught him, One Sword Startles Gods.
Even the Questioning Heaven sword the mysterious woman had imprinted in his Divine Sea would sometimes come to him in a flash of understanding, allowing him to unleash a move.
To him, swordsmanship mattered more than heaven itself.
These three moves were his lifelines. Even when Old Daoist told him to go lie low in the East Sea, he flatly refused.
These past few days, the topic master and disciple had discussed most was what to do if the flood dragon clan and Hundred Flowers Valley brought people to attack Kunlun.
No matter how he turned it over in his mind, Wang Xian couldn't think of a good plan.
In the end, he simply stopped thinking about it and spent every day desperately practicing those three sword moves.
At last, Old Daoist couldn't hold back and asked him.
Wang Xian only grinned. "Didn't Master say that if we can't win, we run?"
Old Daoist shook his head. "Running away is only a stopgap."
At that, Wang Xian felt a surge of wickedness rise in his heart and couldn't care less about anything else.
He replied coldly, "If