Everything is too complicated, Chen Nan can't think it through.

  Zhao Han looked at him and said, "I heard that you once single-handedly destroyed the Ling family, and at that time, your cultivation was far inferior to that of the head of the Ling family. What you relied on should be this Heaven-Defying Demonic Technique, right?"

  Chen Nan nodded and said, "That's right, if it wasn't for this magic skill, I would have died at the Ling family a long time ago."

  "It's truly unexpected, that there would be such an overbearing technique in the world." Zhao Han sighed and said: "The more powerful a technique is, the greater its side effects will definitely be. I think, unless absolutely necessary, it's best if you use this demonic technique as little as possible."

  Chen Nan said, "Of course. Wait a minute, I'll go get some help."

  "What about the chicken?" Zhao Han asked.

  "You guessed it."

  Chen Nan turned around and quickly ran back in the direction of her home.

  Two minutes later, a black chicken like a giant bird of prey, carried Chen Nan flying in from the sky at high speed.

  Zhao Han's hand seals the technique, driving the flying sword to soar into the high sky, and together with Chen Nan and Hei Mao Ji, they fly northwest.

  "Brother, with your current spiritual state, you can fully utilize your mental power to interfere with and even control the opponent's magic treasure in battle against us cultivators," Zhao Han said.

  Chen Nan turned his head and looked at him, saying: "Specifically, what should I do?"

  Zhao Han pointed at his brow and said, "Open your sea of consciousness, I'll transmit a thought about control techniques to you using my spiritual power."

  Chen Nan's spiritual power retreated from defense and opened up the sea of consciousness.

  Zhao Han's spiritual power surged forth, and he transmitted some of the control techniques for the magical artifacts used by cultivators to Chen Nan through his mind.

  "This is the superior control technique of my Tai Xuan Dao Gate, but the gate rules stipulate that disciples within the gate are not allowed to pass on their skills externally, so I only chose a few key moves for you. The specific movement and mental method were not given, this way it doesn't count as violating the gate rules."

  Chen Nan said seriously: "Thanks."

  Zhaohan shook his hand and said, "Don't talk about these useless things now. We are still far away from the Mystic Forest. You should practice first, maybe it will play a crucial role when we fight for treasure later!"

  "Alright, who knows, it might even save your life later!"

  Chen Nan sat down on the back of a black-feathered chicken, borrowed a flying sword from Zhao Han and placed it beside him, attempting to control it with his spiritual power.

  At first, the flying sword just trembled slightly and was very difficult to control.

  However, with Chen Nian's continuous practice, he was soon able to control the flying sword and even make some simple attacking moves. However, the speed of his attacks was far inferior compared to Zhao Han.

  "How can you fly so slowly? This speed is even inferior to that of a Qi Refining stage cultivator." Chen Nan said.

  Zhao Han shook his head and smiled: "Of course, it's not comparable. The control of the flying sword by a cultivator is based on the addition of a spell, which is naturally not something that can be compared to your pure spiritual power control. Unfortunately, my sect clearly stipulates that all spells are not allowed...