When a Western Fantasy Witch Traveled to the Immortal Cultivation World and Became the King of Scrol

Chapter 16 Found you
"where?"

"Southeast!" Just as Zhou Ling finished speaking, he felt his body lighten. When he came to his senses, he was already on his master's flying boat.

The flying boat is not as comfortable as the previous set of sofas, but the increase in speed is also obvious.

"You point the way."

Zhou Ling, who was originally a little afraid of heights, huddled at the back holding onto the railing, but the next second his master grabbed his collar and placed him on the bow of the boat.

The scenery in front of her eyes quickly receded, leaving afterimages. She was so scared that she almost lost her balance. She grabbed the edge of the bow to steady herself.

Fortunately, the streams of light had not completely disappeared, and many of them had just risen from the ground. As the master's flying boat approached, the locations where the streams of light disappeared gradually became clear.

Long Aotian frowned and looked in the direction his little disciple pointed, somewhat incredulous.

"Are you sure they disappeared here?"

He couldn't see any so-called stream of consciousness, but if his disciple was the destined person to inherit the Hengyue sword, then it was not surprising that she could see the consciousness of the Hengyue sword spirit.

What was really strange was that they followed the direction where the light disappeared and actually stopped above a small town in the mortal world.

The streets are bustling with people, the shouts of vendors, the laughter of children, and the full flavor of life.

Many people have speculated that the Hengyue Sword left by Fairy Hengyue was sealed in some secret place before her death. After all, only by obtaining this sword and practicing the sword techniques passed down by Fairy Hengyue, and after achieving perfection, can one mobilize the power of Heaven and suppress and seal the demon again.

If the sword is found and destroyed by someone with ulterior motives before it finds its successor, then the world will be in real danger.

Therefore, the Hengyue Sword must be in a safe place.

"I'm sure! Master, look at that, the small kitchen yard behind the Tongxin Restaurant. I saw it very accurately this time! The sword spirit's consciousness stream rushed to the backyard."

Zhou Ling couldn't understand how the legendary sword that could save the world could appear in the kitchen of a restaurant in a mortal town, but that was the fact.

"Let's go and take a look." Although he found it unbelievable, he still believed what his disciple said.

The flying spirit boat landed steadily. Long Aotian set up two barriers, and he and Zhou Ling changed into low-key mortal clothes before entering the town.

It was almost curfew time and there were a lot of people on the street, all walking hurriedly, all of them were closing their stalls and rushing home.

When the master and the disciple arrived at the restaurant, the waiter had already packed up and was ready to close the restaurant.

It's better to close the door! Then they can sneak in at night to find out what's going on without alerting others.

Long Aotian and Zhou Ling looked at each other, nodded in tacit understanding, and turned into the alley next to the restaurant one after another.

The barrier was cast to block the view of others, and then they fell into a long period of awkward silence...

In fact, she had heard from her mother that her master almost never spoke to women, but she did not believe it. After all, she was also a woman, and although her master was a man of few words, he had spoken a lot to her after he accepted him as his disciple.

Now it seems that the master is just a person with social phobia.

After waiting for a while, he heard no sound inside or outside the restaurant. Long Aotian used his spiritual sense to explore the way again. After making sure that there was no one there, he pulled his little apprentice into the small courtyard behind the kitchen.

The yard was not big, but there were too many sundries piled up in it. Long Aotian sensed that there was no spiritual object in the yard, and he suddenly got a headache.

Logically, it shouldn't be possible. The disciple said that this is where the flowing lights disappeared. If the flowing lights were really the sword spirit consciousness sealed in the sword talisman, with so many consciousness bodies gathered here, he should be able to sense the other party's breath. "Ling'er, try to sense the breath of the Hengyue sword spirit sealed in the sword talisman there."

“Ah?” There was a big question mark on Zhou Ling’s cute little face.

"I can't sense it." Although she has embarked on the path of cultivating immortals, this is only her first day as an apprentice and she hasn't learned anything yet.

"Concentrate your mind, close your eyes, and let your consciousness go outward. Think about the feeling you had when you came into contact with the sword spirit consciousness in the talisman, and follow that feeling to find it."

Although it was the first time for him to teach a disciple, he was no stranger to imparting knowledge. Fortunately, this disciple was smart and he only had to explain it once for him to understand.

After sensing for a while, the little girl suddenly opened her eyes, with a wooden face. She raised her hand and pulled out a wire-like thing from her little hair. She walked straight to the door of the kitchen, squatted down, and used some skills in the keyhole of the door lock.

With a click, the door opened.

Long Aotian was shocked. This little girl actually had such skills?
But what surprised him even more was yet to come.

Zhou Ling opened the padlock, walked in a few steps and stopped, then grabbed the iron rack next to the stove in the kitchen.

The iron rack was just a storage rack. Except for the place where the baskets were often placed, which was polished to a shine, the rest of the place was splashed with oil and rusted. It was the kind of broken thing that no one would want to pick up if thrown on the street.

"Ling'er, you, you, you...what are you doing with this?"

Long Aotian seemed to know what she meant, but he stuttered when he opened his mouth.

"The sword spirit's consciousness is all inside. If I'm not mistaken, this iron frame is most likely the sword."

Only now did Zhou Ling fully understand what it meant that the most dangerous place was the safest place, and what it meant to hide in an open and aboveboard manner!
Just look at this broken iron frame, and the thick oil stains on it. I'm afraid even a blacksmith would not be willing to pick it up and put it back into the furnace for remaking.

If this was the magic weapon that would accompany her throughout her life, Zhou Ling really wanted to cry. She might as well go back and pick up the sledgehammer prepared for her by her master!

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's not supposed to be like this."

Seeing the little girl's eyes gradually turning red, Long Aotian naturally understood why she was aggrieved, but he had no experience in coaxing children. After saying a few dry words to "stop crying", he took the iron frame from the little girl's hand, looked at it again and again, but couldn't see any clues.

"If it really doesn't work, I will refine this iron frame immediately and use it as the main material to make you a Hengyue Sword, okay?"

Even though he didn't see any clues, Long Aotian still didn't believe that the Hengyue Sword would become like this.

Many years ago, this sword became intelligent when it followed Hengyue into battle on the battlefield. As a spiritual sword with a sword spirit, its appearance can change according to the sword spirit's wishes.

It must have been intentional for it to become like this now!

Dare to scare his little disciple.

Long Aotian gritted his teeth, feeling a little angry, and ignited the divine fire in his hand, burning directly on the iron rack, as if to melt it into liquid on the spot.

The moment the flame touched the iron frame, the frame jumped in Long Aotian's hand.

With a "puff" sound, before Zhou Ling almost shed tears, the disgusting and broken iron frame that made her feel a bit helpless suddenly turned into an ordinary-looking white iron sword with its own sound effects and smoke!

(End of this chapter)