Sheng Ping thought for a long time and finally shook his head.
"I've never heard of such a place, but that doesn't mean it doesn't exist."
He clicked on the jade slip again:
"Looking at the... patterns you drew, none of them are human beings, but mixed bloodlines."
"Look, this one has horns on his head, but he is a human body, and he is a half-demon. This one with black blood seems to be of the ancient demon lineage, but the ancient demon lineage has wings on his back, but he does not, so he is probably a half-demon. "
"Moreover, the lineage of pure ancient demons has long been extinct in the wasteland continent and only exists in some old ancient books."
"And this one, half of his body is hidden, but he's not a cripple, so he's half a ghost!"
"So, if I guess correctly, this is a gathering place of mixed bloodlines."
Sheng Ping closed the jade slip and made a conclusion.
"Actually, mixed bloodlines are nothing. We have quite a few of them in the Wasteland Continent. I even met such people when I traveled abroad."
"Don't you know Ji Mu? They say their family has the blood of Shen Kun."
"It is said that they got some magical powers from Shen Kun's bloodline, so the Ji family has a transcendent status in Xuanchen Sect."
But the specific magical power is one of the unsolved mysteries of the Wasteland Continent.
Therefore, having the blood of other races is actually a good thing most of the time.
At least, what Sheng Ping heard were people with half-demon bodies or half-demon bloodline, who either had great magical powers or were improving extremely fast.
Speaking of which, Sheng Ping suddenly remembered that Sheng Hongyi's cultivation speed was also extremely fast.
But the Sheng family doesn't have any demonic blood.
This idea only passed through her mind for a moment, and was rejected by Sheng Ping himself.
"A gathering place for mixed bloodlines?" Sheng Hongyi was confused.
There was also someone who was her sister. Sheng Hongyi could not convince herself that this was an irrelevant dream.
Sheng Ping stretched out his hand and said:
"First, show me what's going on with your spiritual consciousness now?"
Sheng Hongyi took a step forward, relaxed her mind, and allowed her master's spiritual thoughts to wander around in her sea of consciousness.
Sheng Ping was finally relieved at this point.
No matter how weird this thing is, the intensity of Sheng Hongyi's consciousness is indeed stronger than before. Based on Sheng Ping's rough estimation, this intensity of consciousness is actually enough for foundation building.
His eyes flashed with surprise, and he really couldn't give a reason that could convince Sheng Hongyi and himself, so he only said:
"I can't tell whether this is a blessing in disguise or some kind of epiphany."
"All in all, you've got a great opportunity. Your spiritual consciousness has reached the level of a monk in the early stages of foundation building."
Having said this, he knocked on the table with the jade slip and couldn't help but remind him again:
"Then don't worry about the dream. The days are long and I will help you find out if there is any news in this regard. Now the top priority is to build your foundation."
"Being stronger in your spiritual consciousness can only ensure that when you use the Foundation Establishment Pill to attack the foundation, your spiritual consciousness will have an extra layer of protection."
That is to say, the risk of encountering a consciousness storm has been reduced.
"In addition to the storm of consciousness, if the meridians break because they cannot withstand the strong spiritual energy, then you will still die."
"so,"
Sheng Ping smiled at Sheng Hongyi, with a superficial smile but not a real smile:
"Now that the problem of spiritual consciousness has been successfully solved, in order to prevent me from having no disciples, I will pay more attention to your cultivation in the future."
Ordinarily, the closer the cultivation level is to the foundation building, the lower the risk will be when the time comes to build the foundation.
Today's incident and the state of Sheng Hongyi's training made Sheng Ping feel that his apprentice really couldn't do anything without being forced. The more forced he was, the more surprises he might get.
In the past, he thought it was impossible for Sheng Hongyi to build the foundation within half a year, but now he no longer thinks so. It would be best if he could only use one foundation-building pill.
Sheng Hongyi sighed in her heart, how could she keep an eye on her? She was not even allowed to sleep.
She didn't know when the master's enthusiasm would pass. After all, she would have to go out to tell fortunes in the future. If the master kept staring at her, he would have to waste a lot of time.
After Sheng Ping finished speaking, he stood up. He looked at Sheng Hongyi up and down and said:
"Have you packed up? Let's go to Minyu City now."
Minyu City is one of Sheng Yunying's residences outside.
After saying that, Sheng Ping stretched out his wide sleeves, and two swords with double tassels hanging on them floated in front of the two of them.
This was the first time Sheng Hongyi saw Sheng Ping's natal magic weapon.
She knew that the master's natal magic weapon seemed to be a sword.
Unexpectedly, it was still a double sword!
The surprise in her eyes could barely be concealed.
In fact, I always feel that these rough and domineering swords are not in line with Sheng Ping's temperament.
Sheng Ping glanced at Sheng Hongyi's strange expression and asked angrily:
"What's wrong?"
Sheng Hongyi scratched her head. She didn't want to say anything, but under Sheng Ping's intimidating gaze, she still spoke hesitantly.
Of course, she was not stupid, and she still tried her best to speak in a nice and flattering way.
After hearing this, Sheng Ping sneered, mocking the traitor mercilessly, and was completely unmoved by her flattery:
"If I were to be seen through by a traitor like you, then my life would have been in vain for hundreds of years."
Sheng Hongyi: "..."
Ever since Sheng Ping activated the skill to fight her the night before yesterday, he was like a wild horse that had run wild and could never be taken back.
Sheng Ping took a look at the sky, and saw that daily tests were also difficult to resist:
"One for me, one for you, stand on the knife and let's go."
Sheng Hongyi's eyes suddenly widened.
Are you kidding me? Only foundation-building monks can control swords and fly, while golden elixir monks can stand in the air and fly away on clouds.
This knife is exposed to wind from all directions, and it cannot be regarded as a normal flying magic weapon at all.
Although she wasn't afraid of heights, this was too much.
Before Sheng Hongyi could refuse, Sheng Ping's sarcastic voice came again:
"You don't have any courage? Do you still want to build a foundation?"
"Can I still let you fall? I see, you..."
"Master, it's late, let's go!"
Before Sheng Ping could finish her words, Sheng Hongyi gritted her teeth and stood on the knife close to her!
Instead of listening to her master's thoughts, she might as well go ahead and do it directly. The result would be the same anyway. Since Sheng Ping decided this matter, she would have to control the sword by herself no matter what.
Moreover, the master is right, she has no courage at all, how can she talk about building a foundation!
Moreover, her master was so talkative that he wouldn't just watch her turn into a dead onion...right? !
Sheng Ping snorted, glared at Sheng Hongyi, said nothing, and stood on the other knife.
The two of them were in tandem.
Sheng Hongyi only felt the big knife under her feet buzzing, and then rushed upwards. Sheng Hongyi felt that all the blood in her body was rushing to the Tianling Cap, breaking through her skull, and going straight to the sky.
Instinctively, the spiritual energy all over her body surged crazily and condensed into threads, and she wanted to tie herself to the knife to stabilize herself.
She had no other thoughts at this time and no thought of relying on anyone.
Under extreme pressure, she had only one thought in her mind, and that was to save herself.
