Chapter 127

Sword flight is the dream of every cultivator.

Especially for Qi Condensation cultivators.

In the eyes of Qi Condensation disciples, only those who can step on flying swords and travel a thousand miles in an instant can be called immortals.

"Let me try!"

The excited Xu Kunlun waved his hand.

"Open..."

A small flying sword instantly grew to three feet long and then landed in the void in front of him.

Xu Kunlun stepped onto it, and with a movement of his spiritual sense, he flew out more than ten zhang with a boom.

Then...

Bang...

After he and the sword swept past the gate of the Master Yu Ning Palace, he slammed hard into an ancient tree outside the gate.

Clatter...

On the tree, branches and leaves trembled, and many withered branches and bark fell to the ground like rain.

And Xu Kunlun, at this moment, was curled up on the ground holding his head, shouting in pain: "Ah... it hurts... it hurts so much..."

Yu Ning led everyone out of the palace, grumbling: "Why didn't you break your neck... you're so impatient, couldn't you have listened to me finish?"

Sob...

Xu Kunlun sat on the ground holding his head.

Yu Ning felt sorry for him again, walked to his side, rubbed his head twice, and asked: "Feeling better?"

Xu Kunlun said: "Much better!"

"Alright, listen to me finish; when will you ever change this impatient habit of yours, heavens!" Yu Ning took a deep breath and said: "After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, your spiritual sense can reach a hundred zhang in radius, and then you can learn this 【Sword Flight Technique】!"

"Only after learning the Sword Flight Technique can you fly on a sword!"

Xu Kunlun made a bitter face: "Master, you should have said so earlier!"

Yu Ning said: "You have to give me the chance to finish!"

"Enough!"

She glared at Xu Kunlun, took a paper book out of her storage bag, and said: "This is the method for sword flight; take it and make a copy..."

"Linger, you make a copy too!"

"Then bring the original back to me!"

"And you two!" Yu Ning looked at He Pingsheng and Tian Xiaoqing: "You two go and make copies too; once you break through to the Foundation Establishment stage later, you'll avoid crashing into trees again!"

Tian Xiaoqing muttered: "I wouldn't!"

"Tian Xiaoqing, what are you muttering about?" Yu Ning said: "Hurry back and cultivate properly, and strive to raise your cultivation base as soon as possible!"

"Yes, Master!"

The four bid farewell to Yu Ning, ran to Zhao Linger's boudoir, took out paper and pens, and began to copy the 【Sword Flight Technique】.

He Pingsheng had an idea.

Master just said that after reaching the Foundation Establishment stage and expanding one's spiritual sense to a hundred zhang, one could fly on a sword.

Well, although I haven't reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, my spiritual sense has already reached a hundred zhang.

Then... can I fly on a sword now?

Hmm...

That's worth a try.

After returning to his room with the copied Sword Flight Technique, He Pingsheng tossed it directly into the Treasure-Gathering Basin, hoping the basin would strengthen one for him the next day.

It did indeed strengthen it the next day.

One became two.

However, the content hadn't changed.

The Sword Flight Technique was still the Sword Flight Technique.

He Pingsheng was surprised, but after thinking about it, he roughly guessed the reason; it was probably because this Sword Flight Technique was too simple and had no room for strengthening, so the Treasure-Gathering Basin didn't strengthen it, but just turned one into two.

Time to go into seclusion!

Half a year later, He Pingsheng learned the 【Sword Flight Technique】.

Of course, during these six months, he didn't just learn the Sword Flight Technique; he also learned the 【Great Flag Thunder-Rolling Art】 and refined the 【Sacred Wood Shield】.

He did three things in total!

Then, He Pingsheng walked out of the courtyard.

He hooked his little finger, put it in his mouth, and blew hard; a long, clear whistle instantly resounded through the sky.

Two snow-white birds suddenly flew over from the white clouds and landed around He Pingsheng, affectionately circling him.

These two birds had grown quite a bit, and the golden feathers on their heads were even brighter.

Moreover, over these six years, He Pingsheng had fed them many heavenly treasures, and both of them now had cultivation bases equivalent to about the seventh layer of the human Qi Condensation stage.

Carrying weight in flight was no problem at all.

"Big White, take me away..."

He Pingsheng jumped onto Big White's back, and Big White flapped its wings hard, rushing into the sky with a speed much faster than the strengthened paper cranes.

And He Pingsheng didn't need to use his spiritual sense to control it.

In just a dozen breaths, the pair of snow rocs carried He Pingsheng out of the range of Xiuzhu Peak and arrived at a nearby mountaintop.

He Pingsheng landed on the mountaintop!

The two snow rocs stood beside him.

Let's try it!

Let's see if a Qi Condensation disciple like me can fly on a sword.

"Open..."

He Pingsheng gave a light shout.

The top-tier magic treasure small sword was expanded to three feet long and three inches wide.

Then it floated in front of He Pingsheng.

He Pingsheng carefully stepped onto it while expanding his spiritual sense to control the flying sword using the method from the 【Sword Flight Technique】.

The flying sword was exceptionally stable.

"Go..."

He Pingsheng controlled the flying sword and slowly flew forward.

The flying sword wobbled as it flew out from the mountaintop.

The two white snow rocs flew out simultaneously, right under He Pingsheng's body, fearing he might fall off the flying sword.

Of course, he wouldn't be afraid if he fell, as the two snow rocs were there to catch him.

Fortunately, he didn't fall off.

Although He Pingsheng's sword flight speed was very slow, it was very stable.

After about half an incense stick of time, he became increasingly proficient with the Sword Flight Technique.

His speed naturally became faster and faster.

Whoosh...

He Pingsheng and the flying sword became one, turning into a stream of light as they swept through the valley.

With a single thought, mountains and rivers flowed backward.

Traveling between the white clouds and the void, He Pingsheng felt an unprecedented sense of exhilaration; this was a different feeling from riding the paper crane.

This feeling was: more controllable.

It felt more like he was flying himself.

This is great.

He Pingsheng flew on his sword, instantly sweeping past countless mountains.

The two snow rocs accompanied him, weaving left and right between the peaks.

From afar, it truly looked like an immortal descending to the world, ethereal and transcendent.

"So refreshing!" He Pingsheng shouted, then landed back on the back of a snow roc.

It's fun, but it consumes a lot of spiritual sense.

He Pingsheng estimated that with his current spiritual sense strength, he could only support two hours of flight at most.

But that was enough.

He could fly to the Matou Mountain market in one hour.

"Big White... stop at that cliff ahead!" He Pingsheng directed the snow roc, and soon they landed on a mountaintop.

He didn't come out today just to test the Sword Flight Technique.

He also had to test the 【Great Flag Thunder-Rolling Art】.

Standing on this unnamed mountaintop, He Pingsheng's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked into the distance.

He still remembered that when he learned his first spell, the Fire Crow Art, he had walked alone in the snow-covered mountains for days and nights just to find a secluded place to practice the spell.

Time flies; in the blink of an eye, twelve years have passed.