Forging a Sword I

So the most urgent matter was to raise his cultivation as quickly as possible.

Based on something the woman had mentioned before, he himself carried a scent of blood that he had already grown accustomed to. As long as he worked on that, perhaps...

Sure enough, when he tried it, he found that those Two-Faced People no longer saw through him so easily.

He walked slowly along the streets of the Two-Faced People.

Two-Faced People came and went before, behind, to his left, and to his right. The nearest one had nearly brushed shoulders with him.

Lin Xin carefully identified and probed the cultivation auras of those around him. When an expert did not deliberately conceal their cultivation, others could detect it.

Though actual combat power was mainly measured by supernatural abilities, magical artifacts, treasures, martial arts, and the like.

Those with higher cultivation were very likely to possess more powerful magical artifacts and supernatural abilities, because their high cultivation allowed them to live longer and reach higher levels of energy, enabling them to forge stronger artifacts or cultivate more powerful abilities.

The chances of someone with low cultivation possessing high combat power were extremely slim. Cultivation could strengthen the body and extend one's lifespan, allowing cultivators to adapt more easily to harsher environments and come into contact with higher-grade spiritual energy or other forms of energy. Thus, cultivation level could to some extent serve as a standard for judging strength.

Making his way cautiously through the crowd, Lin Xin listened to the incomprehensible speech around him and kept himself from coming into physical contact with anyone else.

This town was far larger than the places guarded by the silver-armored Two-Faced People before, and it was also extraordinarily prosperous.

As he passed a wine shop, Lin Xin quickly fixed his