Lord Sovereign

In the month of Silver Rabbit, Yuan Dynasty had entered the early autumn season. Because Tianyuan City was a hilly landform, the weather was pleasant and picturesque at this time, which was the most beautiful time of the year.

And just a month ago, the number of great cultivation sects in the Yuan Dynasty announced that this year's newcomer competition will be held in Tianyuan City, and there were still three months before it will be held.

In a detached house in the east of the city, a young girl was scrubbing clothes in the courtyard. A gust of autumn wind blows, and the girl couldn't help but shiver, looking up at the sky. The hair on her forehead was being blown by the wind. If it could be frozen, this scene was indeed a soft and beautiful scroll.

It was just that there was a trace of sadness in the girl's eyes, or perhaps nostalgia.

At this moment, the door behind the girl was pushed open, and a sturdy, long-haired boy came out, looked at the girl's somewhat lonely back, sighed lightly, stepped forward, and put a cloak on the girl's body. "Sister, Master is gone, it's important to take care of your body..."

These two people were Lin Xiaoyu and Fei Hong, Wu Daozi's apprentices.

In the previous half a year, Fei Hong followed Wu Daozi to learn the art of refining tools. Wu Daozi's craftsmanship was indeed unique. He combined many elven craftsmanship with human craftsmanship to create a unique set of craftsmanship.

The foundation of this tactic was not how to refine the weapon, but how to control the fire of nature. This was the same as Fei Hong's thoughts, but Fei Hong only thought of using other functions of fire when refining, but did not expect to adjust the fire to a very special position before refining.

This made Fei Hong very addicted to the teachings. He followed Wu Daozi's practice of refining countless times in half a year, coupled with his own original foundation. At this time, he was the best refining master outside the realm of cultivation in the Yuan Dynasty. It was not an exaggeration.

In the past six months, Fei Hong and Lin Xiaoyu got along with each other gradually. Fei Hong learned that Lin Xiaoyu was also an orphan, but because of her natural physique and aptitude, she was too weak to practice cultivation. She was not suitable for training at all, so she went to learn the art of refinery. 

But just a few days ago, Wu Daozi's deadline had come, and he passed away in the thatched cottage. After burying his master, Lin Xiaoyu originally wanted to stay in the thatched cottage, but Wu Daozi had talked to Fei Hong before his death, asking him to take Lin Xiaoyu away after his death. Fei Hong persuaded her in every possible way and brought Lin Xiaoyu back to his home.

Now, there were still three months before the newcomer competition, and in the previous six months, Fei Hong had not given up on training. In the joy of refining art and the sorrow of the people around him, his mind had gained a lot. In cultivation, he was about to break through the bottleneck and advance to the imperial realm.

Therefore, in the next three months, Fei Hong would once again enter a state of retreat, take that pill, and let himself step into the threshold of the gate of the imperial realm!

At this time, he had a strong desire in his heart. He wanted to be strong! Strong enough to let the cherished people around him stay away from old age, sickness and death, and be able to live a happy life with themselves! To be strong enough to coexist with the sky and to perish with the earth!

He felt that what he wanted to protect was always far away from him. This was not a destiny, but a trampling on life and dignity.

The killing of his grandfather, not seen his parents who were off to fight true demons, the tears of Li Ling, the unwillingness of Mo Yu, the violent death of Miss He's family, the departure of his teacher Wu Daozi, these were all deeply engraved in Fei Hong's heart and could never be erased.

"Fei Hong, didn't you say you want to retreat?" Lin Xiaoyu turned to see Fei Hong and smiled at him.

There was sadness and helplessness in this smile, and Fei Hong knew that he would never be able to give Lin Xiaoyun the kind of solid security like Wu Daozi did. "Well, I have arranged the refining room. The inside is all left to us by the master. If the senior sister wants to see the master, you can go in and take a look."

"I see... you have a heart."

The departure of Master also made Lin Xiaoyu grow up a lot. She learned the craftsmanship since she was a child and claimed to be a craftsman genius. When she was twelve years old, she came to Wu Daozi to challenge herself, but only refined a semi-finished product. Since then, she had become Wu Daozi's apprentice. After more than ten years, they had been in a sort of father and daughter relationship.

The next day, Fei Hong decided to concentrate on his cultivation, and after giving Lin Xiaoyu a few words, he entered the retreat room.

This time, he was very nervous because there was only one spirit pill left in his hand. How much this spirit pill would improve his cultivation level, he was looking forward to it. So, he was afraid that he would disappoint himself this time...

Also, the time to meet Ling'er was getting closer. Bai Daxia also came to find him a few days ago, and she had also entered the fourth stage of the Embryonic Realm, and she was also ready to participate in the Yuan Guo newcomer competition. All this made him look forward to his secluded cultivation, but with nervousness.

After adjusting his body, Fei Hong took out the spirit pill and put it in his mouth, and slowly swallowed it.

Soon, a violent aura gushed out of the meridians again, sweeping and washing along the upper and lower chakras and meridians of Fei Hong until it merged into the dantian! Fei Hong hurriedly grasped the Dragon Palm, and then bit his tongue, greatly improving his physical function in a short time!

Then, he meditated silently on the second layer of the Golden Heavens Technique, trying to guide that powerful breath. But after a week, Fei Hong was sweating coldly. The second layer of the technique couldn't guide that powerful aura! At this time, all the breath slowly turned into true energy, continuously pouring into the dantian!

Fei Hong was horrified. If this continued to happen, in less than half an hour, he would be violently killed here!