Chapter 47: The Flying Sword Technique

  On this side, the noise was earth-shattering, while on the other side, Wang Qi's head shrunk like a turtle and he couldn't sleep either. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a huge rat, bigger than a cat, lying dead in the corridor.

  Wang Qi was startled and shouted: "Big Brother Master, this store is terrible! The mice are even bigger than the cats!"

  The young man saw Wang Qi and Xuan Kong, the master and apprentice were more calm than each other, and he felt a bit embarrassed. He cupped his hands and asked Xuan Kong: "Daozhang, this big mouse, has it become a demon?"

  Wang Qi sneered: "Monster? What monster?"

  He explained to the young man that although this old mouse looks big, it has only just opened its spiritual wisdom. It can't use magic, can't transform into a human shape, and even the hyoid bone in its throat hasn't been refined yet. At most, it can only be called a spirit monster, where can it be called a demon?

  The young man uttered an "oh" sound: "I said so too. Under the sky and earth, everything belongs to the king, where can there be so many monsters running amok."

  Wang Qi let out a "heh" and laughed, saying: "Another bookworm who's read himself silly with the classics. Monsters aren't what you should be afraid of; it's yourself that you should fear."

  The young man was still arguing, but Xuan Kong had already walked out and picked up the thigh that had fallen on the corridor: "It's indeed a human leg." He approached the window, mobilized his true yuan, and threw the thigh out of the window, burying it in the soil.

  "Coldly said: 'We cultivators only know how to idle in the mountains, who would have thought that the world has become so chaotic.'"

  Wang Qikuan comforted him, saying: "What Eldest Brother said is true. It's just that there are few people in this world who have a predestined affinity with the divine and have the root bones to begin with. Moreover, Master often says that as cultivators of the Ancient Great Divine Dao, we must also guard against the three disasters."

  "If I were to encounter a monster, I would get rid of it with ease, but where is the skill to specially come down from the mountain to manage the life and death of the world?"

  Xuan Kong sighed and made a vow in his heart: "If one day I can create a Dao lineage, then my disciples must be able to travel the world." One is to facilitate the spread of the Dao lineage, and there will be more opportunities to recruit disciples with excellent roots and talents.

  Another aspect is also considered as accumulating virtues and doing good deeds, and it's better to achieve spiritual enlightenment earlier.

  This is what Xuan Kong took for granted, and this world is not the cultivation of the previous life. Accumulating good deeds is just a pretext used by Western Buddhism to spread its teachings, if one really wants to wield a sword to find trouble with monsters all over the world, the Mahābhūta of the Western Heaven would be the first to not let him off.

  Moreover, the more one walks in the world, the more entanglements with sentient beings and their causes and effects will accumulate, and the greater the accumulated karma will be.

  Karma doesn't care whether you're doing good deeds or harming others; as long as there's a causal entanglement, it will arise.

  In the end, it was a self-inflicted blow to his cultivation. When had he ever seen the Buddha from Western Heaven descend the mountain to exorcise demons?

  That young man stretched out his hand to the Xuan Kong and placed the immortal sword on the table, he seemed to have seen that it was this sword that flew out and killed the big mouse just now. Wang Qi looked at it clearly, hurriedly stretched out his hand to pat the young man, saying: "This is a treasure of the fairy family, not something that ordinary people can touch."

  Xuan Kong also nodded and said: "It's not that ordinary people can't touch the treasure, it's just that this sword of mine has some tricks to it, and it's not good for people to touch."

  Wang Qi smiled and said, "Right?", slapping away the young man's hand, and instead stretched out his own: "Elder Brother's swordsmanship is truly impressive. I see that the old mouse spirit has a hole in its throat, which seems to be exactly where this sword pierced through."

  Xuan Kong Dao: "Younger brother, you too, don't go near that sword."

  He spoke in a calm and unhurried tone, but Wang Qi's hand had already rested on the sword hilt and quickly withdrew with a cry of "Ah!" When he looked again, a gash had opened on his finger tip, and fresh blood flowed out freely.

  Xuan Kong smiled and said, "I just figured out a way to control the sword's killing intent. It requires relying on the true yuan on the sword to manipulate it. I used my refining technique to temper this sword, but unexpectedly, it became incredibly sharp, naturally releasing a sword aura."

  Young people were originally dissatisfied with Wang Qi and Xuan Kong, calling them ordinary people. Just as they were about to speak out in refutation, they saw Wang Qi covering his finger and retreating back.

  Only then did he realize that it was indeed a divine artifact, and not something he could get close to.

  "Haha, fortunately your cultivation has improved a bit, brother disciple, and you can produce protective true yuan. Otherwise, this sword energy would have cut off your fingers."

  Wang Qi heard this and hastily retreated a few steps, looking at Xuan Kong with a lingering fear. Master brother is getting more and more sinister, originally it was just himself being reckless, but now he's become someone who can drag the people around him into being reckless together.

  Young people have not yet seen the essence of Xuan Kong, and they are yearning for his means: "Is Dao Chang a disciple of the Immortal Gate? But I don't know which immortal family he belongs to?"

  For this opportunity to make a name for the Xialing Sect, Xuankong has always been one who would not let it slip away. With a smile, just as he was about to speak, his heart suddenly skipped a beat without warning, and his originally calm and composed mind violently throbbed several times.

  Xuán Kōng took a deep breath, and as one would expect at his level of cultivation, every move he made was in perfect harmony with the heavens.

  He hastily covered his mouth, pinched his fingers to calculate, and Wang Qi on the side was also infected by Xuankong. Seeing that Dashi didn't show off his signboard, he took the initiative to introduce himself: "I am Wang Qi Daochang of Lao Mountain Sect, and this is my senior brother Xuankong."

  He didn't know "Daozhang" was a respectful term for others, so he called himself Daozhang.

  The young man reported his fist and cupped his hands, saying: "Ah, it's the immortal master of the Lao Mountain Sect. I've long admired you." To be honest, he didn't even know where Lao Mountain was, let alone the name of the Lao Mountain Sect. Anyway, he wasn't familiar with these immortal families' sects and didn't know that the Lao Mountain Sect was a newly established small sect.

  The young man's face was still radiant with enthusiasm as he asked Wang Qi about the stories on Mount Laoshan.

  Wang Qi was the latest to ascend the mountain, and he did all the hard work. Among his fellow disciples on Lao Mountain, except for Xuan Kong, who had ever given him a good look? But at this moment, in front of young people, Wang Qi's self-image has completely changed.

  He was born with a silver tongue, vividly describing the majestic Mount Lu and his cultivation journey in the Lu Sect. In reality, apart from doing some odd jobs, he spent most of his time meditating and practicing internal energy for five hours every day; how could he have so much free time to go through all that?

  All these days, listening to Xu Kong's oral stories, now recalling and adding some of my own views to weave together, is just right for fooling young people.

  Young people don't know what's true or false, they just yearn for the fairy world in Wang Qi's mouth: "The North Sea is so big, can it really be maintained by a single spring eye to keep the sea water from drying up? And on top of the spring eye, there is really a Dragon Palace? And also the Dragon King, the Dragon Prince, and the Little Dragon Girl?"

  Facing the curious young people, Wang Qi puffed himself up and boasted: "Of course it's true, I'm not cheating you, my relationship with the little princess of Beihai is very close."

  The cowhide is too big, Wang Qi stumbled and stuttered, what if a young man like Wan Yi really had to take him to the North Sea Dragon Palace? He touched his head and explained: "Uh, it's my senior brother, he has a good relationship with the little princess of the North Sea."

  The young man's face lit up: "Yes, in this world, only the Dragon King's daughter is worthy of me!"

  Wang Qi said, feeling thirsty and drinking tea, heard the young man muttering under his breath, "Good grief, he wasn't choked to death by a mouthful of tea water." He reached out and slapped the back of the young man's head, angrily saying: "Grandma's, is there anyone more shameless than me, more self-loving?"

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