So what if I'm useless? I'll become a saint!

Ling Jiuan rested by the cold pond for a long time, and the throbbing in his heart and the pain in his body gradually subsided.

She looked up at the sky shrouded by the unique barrier of the Spirit Valley Abyss, knowing that it would not be easy to get out of here.

This barrier was like an invisible wall that isolated her from the outside world. Her status as a physical cultivator made it impossible for her to fly with a sword or use her luck and spiritual power to fly out like other cultivators.

She sighed softly, with a hint of indifference between her brows.

Since it is impossible to fly out directly, we can only find other ways.

She took out the low-grade iron sword from her storage bag.

Thick fog surrounded the cold pond, like a mysterious veil, covering everything around it.

Ling Jiuan stood by the pond, feeling the cold invading her body, but she didn't care.

This cold air is actually a rare aid for practicing the next level of the Sword-Drawing and Sky-Slashing Art - "One Sword Frosts Fourteen States".

She closed her eyes and began to concentrate her mind. The iron sword in her hand seemed to sense the master's will to fight and began to vibrate slightly.

Ling Jiuan took a deep breath, suddenly opened his eyes, and swung the sword in his hand!

The sword energy was as bright as a rainbow and as graceful as a startled swan. Her figure was looming in the mist, like a nimble dragon tumbling over the cold pond.

Every time the sword was swung, it brought with it a biting chill, as if it could cut through the surrounding fog.

As time passed, Jiuan's practice gradually improved.

She felt as if she had become one with the sword in her hand, and each swing of the sword became more handy.

Finally, after an hour, she suddenly opened her eyes, with a sharp light flashing in them.

"One sword frost-freezes fourteen states!"

She let out a low shout and swung her sword out with the force of thunder!

"boom!"

The next moment, countless water columns exploded in the cold pond, as if they were surging waves stirred up by sword energy.

Ling Jiuan's figure was looming in the mist, and she felt the shock and pleasure brought by the sword energy.

Become!

She put away her sword and took a deep breath to calm her excitement.

Ling Jiuan slowly put away his sword, and the tip of the sword lightly touched the ground, making a crisp sound.

She turned around swiftly and sat cross-legged on the smooth stone beside the cold pond.

At the bottom of this quiet abyss, only the gurgling water and the occasional sound of the wind accompanied her.

She knew very well that her current strength was still too weak and there was still a big gap compared to the real strong ones.

If she could break through the foundation-building stage, her physical body and spiritual power would achieve a qualitative leap.

By then, even the ferocious Akabane beast might not be able to hurt her easily; even for a master like Ling Jiuze, it would not be easy to hurt her.

Thinking of this, a strong determination surged in Jiuan's heart.

She held her breath and began to mobilize the spiritual energy around her.

Gradually, she felt streams of warm spiritual energy flowing into her body from all directions, like a trickle of water flowing into the sea.

These spiritual energies shuttled through her tendons and veins, bringing waves of soreness, numbness, swelling and pain.

As time went on, the pain became more intense, as if countless needles were piercing her body.

Ling Jiuan frowned, her forehead covered with dense beads of cold sweat, but she still gritted her teeth and persisted.

Her body was overloaded again and again, and every impact made her feel as if she was being torn apart.

However, in this endless torment, she suddenly felt a powerful spiritual power rushing towards her dantian.

This spiritual power was like a raging flood, almost bursting her body.

At this critical moment, Ling Jiuan suddenly straightened his back and a dazzling light burst out from his eyes.

She used all her strength to guide and control this powerful spiritual power.

After a long period of suffering and countless attempts, she finally succeeded.

As the spiritual energy in Dantian completely dissipated, Jiuan felt as if his body was reborn.

Her body became tougher and stronger under the impact of this spiritual power; her meridians became wider and smoother; her spiritual power became purer and stronger.

She broke through!

The first level of foundation building!

Ling Jiuan suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with excitement and pride.

She couldn't help but scream.

"what!"

The sound echoed in the abyss of the spiritual valley, as if to share this joy with the whole world.

boom! boom! boom!

As her shout fell, several columns of water suddenly exploded in the cold pond!

These water columns rushed straight into the sky, then exploded in the air, forming gorgeous water splashes.

Ling Jiuan sat beside the cold pond, his heart still immersed in the joy of the breakthrough he had just made.

She closed her eyes, feeling the wonderful sensation of spiritual energy flowing through her body, and was not aware of anything unusual around her.

However, at this moment, she vaguely felt that something was wrong.

An indescribable feeling of oppression gradually enveloped her, and she slowly opened her eyes.

In the mist, she seemed to see a pair of scarlet eyes, staring at her with heavy breathing.

These eyes seemed like those of a demon from the abyss, revealing coldness and cruelty.

Ling Jiuan couldn't see those eyes, but he soon realized something was wrong.

Ling Jiuan was shocked. He had just been immersed in the joy of breaking through the foundation building, but now he felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave.

She originally planned to continue practicing, but at this moment she suddenly felt that the atmosphere around her became weird.

It was dead silent and gloomy, as if even the air had frozen, exuding a breath of death.

what is this?

A strong sense of uneasiness surged in Jiuan's heart, and she subconsciously tightened the sword in her hand.

"Who is there?"

She asked tentatively, her voice echoing in the empty abyss of the Spirit Valley.

However, the only response she received was endless silence.

This silence made her feel creepy, as if the whole world had suddenly disappeared and she was left alone to face this unknown fear.

She looked around and suddenly realized that this place seemed to have no living creatures. It was suffocatingly silent.

This silence was different from any adventure she had experienced before, making her feel more depressed and nervous than ever before.

Suddenly, a strange sound was heard.

"Jie Jie Jie..."

The sound was like the laughter of a night owl, eerie and strange.

Ling Jiuan subconsciously tightened her grip on the sword, her heartbeat quickened, and the sweat on her back dripped like cold rain.

As the fog slowly dissipated, a huge and extremely ugly beast gradually revealed its figure.

Its body is huge and bulky, and it exudes a foul odor.

Ling Jiuan looked at this ugly monster with an extremely complicated expression.

She could feel the powerful aura emanating from this monster, a powerful enemy she had never encountered before.

The water monster slowly approached her and exhaled a foul smelling breath.

It looked at Ling Jiuan with its scarlet eyes.

"Humans? They are rare!"