Chapter 116: Flying Sword-Dedicated Sword Sheath

If I had the aid of a flying sword, my combat ability could improve greatly.

Just as Lu Jing was preparing to close his eyes and rest, the driver ahead suddenly hit the brakes.

Screech—

Lu Jing suddenly opened his eyes and looked ahead in confusion.

Seeing the driver turn his head, staring at Lu Jing with a delighted look, he said: "Lu Jing, it's really you!"

"It's me! Do you still remember me? Last time I picked up your order at the Provincial Martial Association and took you back to Anwu City!"

Seeing the taxi driver's excited appearance, Lu Jing immediately recalled it.

Last time I returned home from the Provincial Martial Association, it was he who gave me a ride.

Moreover, he kept pestering me for a photo together...

What a coincidence, we meet again.

Seeing Lu Jing not speak, the driver started talking on his own: "Lu Jing, you left in such a hurry last time, I still have a lot to say to you!"

Why are you going to the martial association again? Has your strength improved again?

Didn't I say last time I wanted to introduce my daughter to you? Have you seriously considered coming to my house for a meal?

My daughter has always liked you; you're her idol!

Moreover, I had our photo framed and hung in the living room; many people have come to see it.

Hearing the taxi driver show no sign of stopping, Lu Jing sighed, opened the car door, and prepared to get out.

Upon seeing this, the driver immediately turned his head, started the engine, and said: "Lu Jing, don't go, I'm about to leave—I just got too excited seeing you!"

"Besides, you don't need to pay this time—could you give me an autograph?"

Lu Jing was really annoyed and had no choice, so he reluctantly said: "Fine, as long as you stay quiet along the way, I'll give you an autograph when we arrive."

The driver promptly nodded and agreed.

Fortunately, the distance from the martial association to Tianyi Martial Hall wasn't far, and we soon arrived at our destination.

Lu Jing casually wrote his name on a piece of paper, then opened the car door and got out.

The greeter stationed at the entrance of Tianyi Martial Hall saw Lu Jing's appearance and his eyes lit up immediately.

One of them hurriedly bent forward and, with a respectful attitude, invited Lu Jing inside.

The other ran toward the interior.

Soon after, the hall director of Tianyi Martial Hall, Zhang Qingyang, walked over with a beaming smile.

"Brother Lu Jing, did you come out early from the training camp? How did the rankings turn out?"

After saying that, he felt it was somewhat disrespectful of Lu Jing's privacy, so he quickly shut up and gave Lu Jing an embarrassed smile.

Lu Jing gave a slight nod; it seemed Zhang Qingyang's information was quite well-informed, knowing he had participated in the genius training camp.

"Well, earlier I asked you to forge the flying sword....."

Zhang Qingyang looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar youth before him and felt his aura was even more terrifying than before.

"Brother Lu Jing, the flying sword you had us forge is already finished; I'll have someone deliver it straight to your home later!"

"Come, sit here."

Zhang Qingyang finished speaking and greeted Yu Mei to bring tea.

Not long after, Yu Mei came running with a freshly brewed cup of hot tea and respectfully placed it on the table beside Lu Jing.

"Please have some tea."

After Lu Jing finished thanking her, Yu Mei did not leave but instead stood behind him and began massaging his shoulders.

Strands of hair fell down, drifting onto Lu Jing's neck, making him feel itchy.

"Young Brother Lu Jing, after removing the impurities from that piece of secret silver, we managed to forge three swords with blades twenty centimeters long, which exactly meets your requirements!"

Lu Jing nodded; the over-fifty-year-old Zhang Yang kept calling him "brother," which made him feel a bit awkward and uncomfortable all over.

"Hall Director Zhang, just give me the sword directly; I'll take it myself."

Zhang Qingyang hesitated for a moment, then had a staff member fetch the sword.

After a while, the staff member came out holding a long, narrow wooden box.

This wooden box is exquisitely crafted, overall an ancient red, its corners wrapped in gold foil, and its surface painted with gold lacquer depicting a fierce five-clawed golden dragon.

It's clear that just this wooden box cost the martial hall a lot of effort.

"Young Brother Lu Jing, take a look—are you satisfied?"

Zhang Qingyang stood up, took the wooden box, and placed it upright on the table.

Immediately afterward, he pressed the switch on the box.

Click—

Both sides of the box opened.

The three uniquely shaped swords fanned out outward.

Zhang Qingyang proudly introduced: "Brother Lu Jing, this is a sword case we made especially for these flying swords—do you like it?"

"Hmm, not bad..."

Lu Jing nodded in satisfaction, reached out and drew a sword, then made blossoms of sword flowers in his hand.

Three stars protrude from the hilt; overall it is more than half shorter than an ordinary long sword, and the blade is also narrower.

It presents a bright silver color, dazzling the eyes, flashing and reflecting.

Weapons made of secret silver are extremely sharp; although they cannot match the sharpness of the Thousand-Blade Demon Sword, compared to ordinary mundane weapons outside, they are already several grades stronger.

Although Lu Jing has always used a long saber, he finds the sword just as easy to handle.

These flying swords can not only be controlled by mental power for long-range attacks, but can also be used in close combat.

After all, an inch shorter means an inch more peril.

In Lu Jing's eyes, this is a flying sword, but to others it looks more like a dagger.

Zhang Qingyang asked doubtfully, "Lu Jing brother, I've had a question I've wanted to ask: why do you call this a flying sword? Could it actually fly?"

Lu Jing smiled, "Since I used mithril to forge this weapon, Director Zhang must have guessed already."

As his words fell, Lu Jing looked at the remaining two flying swords, and his mental power attached to the blades.

The next moment.

The flying swords emitted a soft silver light all over, trembled, and with a whoosh shot up into the air.

The three flying swords flew and darted like brilliant rainbows, chasing each other.

"Hiss—"

Everyone present widened their eyes, sucked in a breath of cold air, feeling their scalps go numb, as if struck by a heavy stick.

Many of them were seeing a Talent Endowed for the first time, each as if they had witnessed a miracle.

"Lu...... Lu Jing brother, you really are a mental-system Talent Endowed!"

Zhang Qingyang also became excited, looking at Lu Jing with an almost reverent gaze, his voice turning stammering.

It's too terrifying.

Simply a monstrous prodigy!

Even before, Lu Jing already had a halo about him, a monster-like existence.

Now he has added another layer of identity as a mental-system Talent Endowed, simply dazzling to the point of being unbearable to look at.

"Yeah," Lu Jing nodded, "otherwise why would I use such expensive materials to forge a weapon?"

After testing control of the flying swords, Lu Jing directed them to fly back into the sword sheath.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—

The three flying swords steadily inserted into the sword sheath.

Lu Jing closed it, satisfied, and stored it in his ring.