Mortal Cultivation: Portable Space

The third floor had only one room, but it wasn't small, about five or six zhang in diameter, much smaller than the first and second floors.

However, this was normal, as the three-story pavilion was shaped like a pointed cone, narrow at the top and wide at the bottom.

As soon as the two entered the room, they immediately scanned their surroundings, full of anticipation, but the result was disappointing. After a moment, they both looked dim and couldn't help but smile wryly.

Because the room was also empty, except for a table and two chairs, a futon on the floor, and a portrait.

It was still the portrait of the old man with the sword on his back, hanging on the middle wall, with a lonely futon below.

No matter how you looked at it, this room was a bedroom for cultivation.

"It seems our gains end here."

Madam Yan shrugged and said with a pout.

"It's not bad. Even if we only got these things, this trip to Dragonfall Valley wasn't a waste."

Wu Fan didn't seem to care. He was very satisfied with the gains this time.

"Well, that's true. Then let's leave and hurry to find other places. Maybe there will be some gains."

Wu Fan's words relieved Madam Yan. After a sweet smile, she prepared to leave.

But at this moment, the woman inadvertently noticed that there was a flash of black light in Wu Fan's eyes, and he was staring at the portrait in front of him.

"What's wrong? Is there anything to see in that portrait?"

The woman couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.

"Oh, it's nothing, just looking around."

Wu Fan, who was meditating, was awakened. He frowned and put away the Heavenly Demon Eyes, but then he stretched out his hand and pointed forward. As a chain flew out and rolled back, the portrait on the wall was also taken away by him.

Everything looked so casual.

"Huh…! What are you doing with this thing?"

But this scene still aroused Madam Yan's curiosity, and she couldn't help but ask suspiciously.

"I'm a little curious about who the person in this portrait is, and I'm going to go back and look up some information. Okay, let's go out, lest the things outside be robbed by them later."

Wu Fan didn't want to explain too much, responded casually, and then got up and walked out.

Madam Yan naturally didn't believe it. Her eyes flickered and she hesitated for a while, but she didn't ask any more questions, and followed out with doubts.

Until they left the pavilion and were on the outside square, the two had a simple conversation and then went their separate ways.

Wu Fan chose the east, and Madam Yan didn't know if it was intentional or unintentional, but she actually chose the opposite direction from Wu Fan.

A moment later…

In a small forest, Wu Fan glanced around, made sure there was no one nearby, took out the portrait, and at the same time used the Heavenly Demon Eyes to observe it carefully.

"Huh…! There's something wrong!"

He had really never seen anyone who could cultivate swordsmanship to such exquisite purity. That kind of artistic conception really gave people the illusion of a sword fairy descending to the world.

Wu Fan only watched with his heart for a short while, and felt a headache. Shocked, he quickly withdrew his divine sense.

However, he was overjoyed and stroked the portrait as if it were a treasure, and fell into contemplation.

At this time, he finally understood why the owner of the pavilion would hang such a portrait on the wall. It was obvious that he was studying it day and night.

Otherwise, with the cultivation of that senior, how could he worship incense like ordinary disciples? Besides, he didn't see an incense burner on the third floor.

It was precisely because of this that Wu Fan's mind moved just now, and he curiously looked at the portrait.

It was just that he had just seen some clues when he was interrupted by Madam Yan, so he simply took out the portrait.

But he didn't expect that he would accidentally get a treasure.

You know, he had also seen such portraits several times before, and observed them with the Heavenly Demon Eyes, but none of them had the strangeness of this portrait.

This can prove that only this portrait has such a magical effect.

In addition, the size and material of this portrait are also different from what he had seen before. This portrait is obviously much smaller, only three feet long and two feet wide, and it is made of some kind of beast skin, which is thick and tough. He tore it hard just now, but there was no damage at all.

But then again, although this portrait has no sword technique descriptions or cultivation methods recorded, if he can observe it every day in the future, Wu Fan's kendo will definitely gradually improve.

It's just that he was a little strange. He didn't know why, but the sword energy displayed by the old man just now gave him a sense of deja vu, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

This made him puzzled, so he pondered and tried to recall.

But soon, he shook his head, turned the portrait over, and looked at the back.

The result was the same as what he had seen before. The entire back was blank, and the paper was yellowish-white in color, without any writing.

However, Wu Fan was not discouraged, and once again used the combination of the Heavenly Demon and Divine Sense to look over.

The next moment, his eyes lit up again. There was finally a change in this blank space. Dense, tadpole-like handwriting appeared in his eyes, rows and rows covering the entire portrait.

Wu Fan was naturally overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly watched carefully.

"Azure Mystery Sword Manual!"

But unexpectedly, he was stunned as soon as he saw the first line of words.

Because he thought of something.

So he watched again, and this time, he calmed down and watched for a long time.

"So that's it, I was wondering why it was so familiar. Interesting, there really is such a coincidence in this world."

After a long time, Wu Fan withdrew his gaze, touched his chin and muttered, but his eyes were filled with excitement.

After some investigation, Wu Fan could finally determine that the set of exercises inside was exactly the "Azure Origin Sword Qi Technique" he had been practicing, but the one in the portrait was more profound and obscure, and the power of the two sword qis was also very different.

Wu Fan could conclude that the Azure Origin Sword Qi Technique he had practiced before was just a simplified version of this set, completely incomparable to it.