Cultivating Immortality Begins with Selling Oneself

Chapter 197 Deception
"Hi!"

The old man in black robe deserved a beating, and the voice came into my ears.

"Disciple, I haven't seen you for a few days. Do you miss your master?"

A thousand horses were galloping through Shen Fuyu's heart.

Despite this, Shen Fuyu still tried to force a smile, "I do, how could I not? Master, you've worked so hard to teach me how to practice, and I'm very grateful. But Master, could you please stop being so elusive? My heart is fragile and I can't handle such shocks."

If the old man in black robe came here for no reason, Shen Fuyu wouldn't have to practice, nor would he have to worry about his soul being searched. He would just be killed by the old man in black robe!

No matter how strong a person's heart is, they cannot bear the fact that an old man in black robe takes people away quietly in the middle of the night.

Shen Fuyu was very upset, but thinking of the black-robed old man's decisive character, Shen Fuyu could only suppress his dissatisfaction in his heart.

Tolerate!
At least the old man in black robe was able to teach Shen Fuyu his most important skills, so Shen Fuyu didn't just talk about it in theory.

"Master, do you have anything to ask your disciple?"

Look at this old man in black robe standing on another sword, admiring Shen Fuyu's embarrassed posture.

"Practice."

That’s right, the old man in black robe was deliberately tormenting Shen Fuyu.

Shen Fuyu did not disappoint everyone's expectations. Even when the old man in black robe threw her onto the Qingfeng Sword while she was sleeping, Shen Fuyu was able to react quickly and use the power of the wind to stabilize her body.

Even the gifted old man in black robe couldn't help but feel a little jealous.

As expected, some people are born to be favored by God, and God chases them and feeds them.

Shen Fuyu took a deep breath, barely suppressing her inner anger, and silently followed the black-robed old man's instructions to fly on his sword. Although Shen Fuyu couldn't figure out why the black-robed old man insisted on her flying on his sword in the middle of the night, she knew that even if she raised questions, even if she wanted to resist, it would be futile. Therefore, Shen Fuyu could only accept it with a sullen look.

Turning his grief and anger into strength, Shen Fuyu flew up into the air with all his might, turning a corner gracefully and smoothly.

It felt very similar to modern drag racing, except that Shen Fuyu was in the air and had no protection, so he could only keep his feet firmly on the Qingfeng Sword.

As Shen Fuyu flew on the sword for longer and longer, he seemed to feel a mysterious power. Shen Fuyu's back gradually relaxed, feeling the direction of the wind, letting the Qingfeng Sword drift with the wind. The old man in black robe watched Shen Fuyu's speed getting faster and faster.

The old man in black robe, who was originally at ease, had to use all his strength to catch up with Shen Fuyu.

The old man in black robe's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he nodded with great satisfaction. You see, geniuses are always forced out.

If I continue to train Shen Fuyu in this way, how long will it take?
Shen Fuyu's sword-flying skills have improved. You have to know that Shen Fuyu is only at the fourth level of Qi training.

Being able to fly on a sword for such a long time is already very good.

"Have you only flown this far?"

The old man in black robe pretended to be relaxed and followed Shen Fuyu. His face was gloomy and he was holding a ruler in his hand. He looked very much like the director of the teaching department. Shen Fuyu's eyes twitched and he silently quickened his pace.

The mysterious feeling continued. Without Shen Fuyu noticing, she gradually gave up her spiritual energy and just used the wind to silently push the Qingfeng Sword, as if her whole body had merged into one with the wind.

It is precisely because of this that Shen Fuyu was able to persist for such a long time with his fourth level of Qi training.

"continue."

When Shen Fuyu was feeling a little tired and wanted to go down to rest, the old man in black robe appeared at the right time and extinguished the little idea that had just sprouted in Shen Fuyu's mind.

Shen Fuyu was whipped up again. He didn't know how long he had persisted. Shen Fuyu was really exhausted, so the old man in black robe let him go. Shen Fuyu sat on the ground, breathing heavily, looking at the unfamiliar environment around him, and his heart was completely broken.

Shen Fuyu was so focused on flying with his sword that he didn't even notice the direction around him. Of course, it was useless for Shen Fuyu to pay attention to the direction. After all, when flying with his sword in the air, there was nothing to see except the blue sky and white clouds, no, at night, there was nothing but darkness.

Shen Fuyu took out a water bottle from his storage ring and drank from it in big gulps, then handed the water bottle to the old man in black robe.

The old man in black robe looked at him with disgust and refused to take the call.

"Master, this kettle has never been used."

Shen Fuyu changed the kettle in his storage ring before handing it to the old man in black robe.

Having said that, the old man in black robe did not respond.

I have long been accustomed to the black-robed old man's moody personality and his unwillingness to give face to anyone.

Shen Fuyu silently put away the kettle. Just as he stood up from the ground and stretched, the old man in black robe immediately spoke.

"Now that you've rested enough, let's go back the way we came."

Shen Fuyu widened her eyes in disbelief and looked at the old man in black robe. What did he mean by "she had rested enough"?
“!! Master…”

The black-robed old man seemed not to hear and stepped on a wooden stick. The black robe instantly disappeared into the darkness. Shen Fuyu didn't have time to curse. She immediately took out the Qingfeng Sword and followed the black-robed old man closely. She didn't know the way! If she separated from the black-robed old man, she didn't know when she would be able to return to the Shen Mansion.

Da Huang silently poked his head out from Shen Fuyu's sleeve.

"Owner."

"He's so bad."

Da Huang secretly complained to Shen Fuyu about the old man in black robe, and was very dissatisfied with the old man's behavior of tormenting his master.

Shen Fuyu rubbed Da Huang's head with his fingertips, "Da Huang, you have to work hard and wait for the day when you can become a dragon."

"Master no longer needs to look at anyone's face. When the time comes, you can soar to the sky with your help."

"Da Huang, you have to fight for your honor, understand? Not for others, but for the happy life of your master, you have to fight for your honor."

Da Huang's cold-blooded pupils gradually became confused, "Master, I am a snake, how can I possibly cultivate into a dragon?"

Shen Fuyu said confidently, "Even Jiao snakes can cultivate into dragons with the blood in their bodies. Da Huang, how are you any worse than them? I believe that you definitely have a trace of dragon blood in your body. Da Huang, as long as you work hard and don't give up, it will be easy to cultivate into a dragon. Da Huang, you must know that you are no worse than any snake."

Shen Fuyu silently brainwashed the golden python.

The golden giant python had already been confused by Shen Fuyu, and its mind was full of thoughts about cultivating to become a dragon.

The owner is well-read. She said yes, definitely yes, as long as it works hard to practice, it will be just around the corner to become a dragon.

"Okay, Master, I'll protect you when I become a dragon."

"Anyone who dares to bully you is against me, Da Huang."

Shen Fuyu patted Da Huang's head with satisfaction, "What a courageous person!"

Shen Fuyu was talking to Da Huang, and his voice faintly reached the ears of the old man in black robe. The corners of the old man's mouth twitched uncontrollably. It was a pity that Shen Fuyu could say that. How could you fool a snake like that?

The Jiao snake was able to cultivate into a dragon because of its own efforts and ancient bloodline, but what did the golden python rely on? A bloodline that was completely unrelated.

(End of this chapter)