CHAPTER 551: 548. FLYING SWORD! FLYING SWORD! (PART 2)

Joy and comfort simultaneously struck!

Wen Ping displayed a satisfied smile, even though his clothes were drenched with sweat and a puddle of sweat pooled beneath his aching feet. But all of this was worth it; the pain endured wasn’t in vain, and his power had grown stronger.

Wen Ping said, "System, we’ll talk later, I need to rest a bit first."

With that said, Wen Ping closed his eyes.

He wanted to lie down and have a proper rest!

However, at the moment he closed his eyes, his spiritual power suddenly extended outward. It traversed the entire Sect and entered Cangwu City. On the streets of Cangwu City, the breathing of the vendors, the footsteps of the City Lord’s Mansion patrol, and the sounds of the city’s ordinary household’s poultry... that imagery emerged in Wen Ping’s mind.

It was like having a pair of eyes that could see a thousand miles.

Until this point, it didn’t cease; instead, it continued to release outward to the wider world, extending continuously.

The sound of beasts walking in the forest, and the rustling of tree leaves all seemed to be right at his ears.

At this moment, Wen Ping was amazed!

In the Immortal Sect territory, perception was difficult to extend; Long Ke’s perception could reach several miles in the outside world, but within the Immortal Sect range, her perception was restricted to a few hundred meters.

However, his current perception not only traversed the Immortal Sect but also spread far outside. Wen Ping couldn’t dare to imagine just how far it was. Nevertheless, based on the width of Cangwu City and the places it reached, Wen Ping understood that his perception at this moment could extend at least 30 miles!

He believed if not within the Immortal Sect, his perception would certainly extend even further, definitely ten or twenty miles more.

Suddenly, the system’s voice came, "Remind the host again, this time the host is lucky, it’s fortune in disguise. But luck doesn’t always accompany, next time if you jump into the Qu Realm recklessly, not only will you not find such opportunities, but you might also lose your life."

Wen Ping nodding with a smile responded, "You’ve said that so many times before. Don’t worry, I won’t do it again! By the way, about what you’ve said—the second stage of spiritual power has another use, can I use it to kill Mountain Suppression Realm?"

The system replied, "No! Currently, your spiritual power just entered the second stage, it can only kill those in the same realm as the host or in Half-Step Mountain Suppression Realm. Against Mountain Suppression Realm, at best, it can interfere with their use of Vein Technique. However, it can appear in another form, then killing Mountain Suppression Realm becomes simple."

Wen Ping asked, "Another form?"

The system said, "Host might as well try Sword Control again, not 200 swords, not 300 swords, just a single sword!"

Wen Ping asked, "What do you mean?"

As he spoke these words, Wen Ping could faintly feel some excitement, because his perception could reach out twenty or thirty miles.

If the sword could also fly that far...

To this, Wen Ping couldn’t dare to imagine.

Sword Control Skill would then transform into Flying Sword Skill!

The system said, "You’re right, your sword indeed transforms into a flying sword. But it’s not Flying Sword Skill; Flying Sword Skill is highly advanced in magic, possessing many transformations and techniques, it’s not merely about flying!"

Wen Ping asked, "Is there really Flying Sword Skill?"

The system replied, "Of course, if the host is lucky, the built-in shop in the current level dormitory can display it. The probability isn’t very high, but it’s not too low either. Upgrade seven or eight times in a row, and there should be a chance."

Wen Ping said, "Understood! I still remember that popular saying from the previous world—’Sacrifice a flying sword from the Dantian, target the enemy’s head from thousands of miles away’. Imagine that scene, two words—astonishing!"

The system said, "Currently, if the host controls the sword alone, the sword can become a flying sword."

Wen Ping said, "I’ll give it a try!"

With that, Wen Ping stood up from the sofa. It wasn’t until he stood that he realized he was still dizzy. Stabilizing himself at the same place until he recovered a bit, Wen Ping changed out of his sweat-soaked clothes.

Holding the Long Yue Sword he took from the Storage Ring, Wen Ping stepped outside, and as he moved, his spiritual power slowly enveloped the sword sheathed inside. That feeling was completely different from before.

Two words—effortless!

It was like playing with a needle in his hand.

Upon opening the door, Wen Ping was startled; a crowd was waiting outside, Yun Liao, Yu Mo... even Long Ke had arrived. Yang Lele and the others naturally didn’t need mentioning, as they had long been waiting to enter the Cultivation Land.

Wen Ping asked, "At this late hour, instead of resting and cultivating, what are you all doing here?"

"Sect Leader, are you alright?"

Compared to Yun Liao and the other men, Zhantian Qingxuan was better at expressing his emotions, hurriedly stepping forward to inquire. After all, Wen Ping was the backbone of this sect, and no one wanted him to experience any harm.

Wen Ping said, "I’m fine, I could even go to Wind Valley now and have a fight with Wind Demon."

Zhantian Qingxuan asked, "But Shi Hua said you..."

Wen Ping directly interrupted Zhantian Qingxuan, explaining, "It’s nothing, just suddenly had a breakthrough in Sword Control Skill. You all can continue with what you need to do. Tomorrow is the opening day of the Thousand Layers; those who wish to enter should arrive early." Wen Ping didn’t want to explain more, he just wanted to quickly collect funds and let everyone enter the Cultivation Field for nighttime cultivation, then he could try the flying sword.

After accepting the White Crystal for everyone’s entry to Wind Valley, Wen Ping hurried towards Jianmu Forest, holding the Long Yue Sword, already eager.

Little did he know, upon his departure, everyone actually hadn’t entered Wind Valley. Halfway there, they all stopped.

Qin Shan first questioned, "The Sect Leader is rather anxious today, and how can a realm-breaking Sword Control Skill cause such pain that sweat pours down?"

Yun Liao responded, "Elder Qin Shan makes a valid point, today’s Sect Leader is quite unusual compared to usual days."

"Shall we go and inquire?" Zhantian Qingxuan paused for a moment, "What if the Sect Leader has matters he can’t discuss in front of disciples, hence he brushed it off? We should go ask clearly, perhaps to share the burden, after all, we are all elders of the Immortal Sect."

Several people simultaneously looked towards Long Ke; Long Ke originally didn’t want to go, but with everyone watching her, she could only nod her head.

The group immediately followed Wen Ping’s departing direction slowly, and saw from a distance Wen Ping standing on a small mound far away. As they were about to approach, they suddenly witnessed a white light shoot out from Wen Ping’s hand.

In the dark night, it appeared like a meteor suddenly streaking across the silent night sky, vanishing into the boundless universe. Originally, none thought anything of it, but as it traveled further, expressions among them began to change.

The white light was a sword!

As it flew from Wen Ping’s hand, they clearly saw it.

How can Sword Control Skill let the sword fly such a distance?

At the same time, in the deep forest thirty miles away, two men and two women were galloping on scaled steeds into the night. All four wore similar clothing, likely from the same faction.

The four looked fairly young, but they weren’t lacking in power, each having opened their first Meridian Gate. In East Lake, they were among the higher echelon. Normally, they should be composed in this dark night.

But they were not.

The four wore faces of fear, and the horses beneath them were desperately racing, eyes wide in terror.

Because behind them, a pack of black panthers with glowing red eyes were chasing them, along with various demons. The levels of strength varied, with only a few reaching Profound Realm among them. Yet, their number was overwhelmingly vast, a dense swarm certainly numbering in the dozens.

The four and their horses, in comparison, were exceedingly small.

A race between horses and panthers; being caught was only a matter of time.

The distress on the four’s faces stemmed from this fact.

"Run faster! Run faster!"

The woman at the rear was on the brink of tears, continuously slapping the horse beneath her.

She occasionally glanced back, seeing the approaching beast horde, her face growing ever paler, as though nearing death under the white starlight.

She wanted to call the three ahead to help her, but she knew, at such a time, who would stop, who would help? Just like when the whole convoy was devoured and swallowed by them, she could only choose to flee alone.

Help, but only walk the path of death!

Hundreds of demons, and among them, a few comparable to Profound Realm, this force was enough to raze a city.

They, in comparison, were merely insignificant!

She truly wanted to cry now!

Had she known, she wouldn’t have chosen this route to trade in Cangwu City!

Still, with around twenty to thirty miles away from Cangwu City, the city’s people could not possibly arrive in time to assist them, nor could Cangwu City even detect the events happening here.

The convoy was gone!

Now, they too were doomed!

As the roars drew near, not only the one at the back, but a chill ran down the spine of the three ahead, an overwhelming sense of despair enveloping them.

All... was about to end...

As tears unwillingly welled from her eyes, suddenly a cacophony emerged from behind, as though many objects collided into tree trunks, along with swift cries that faded instantaneously, like meteors across the sky.

The four turned around, utterly shocked!

The demons behind had fallen dead, lying silently without a single breath of life among them.

"All dead!"

"In the blink of an eye!"

The four stopped in their tracks, the astonishment on their faces rendered them speechless for quite a while.

Who saved them?

Silently and swiftly annihilating so many demons!

Yet, no matter how hard they racked their brains, it was fruitless, as this went beyond their scope of understanding. Much like a frog at the bottom of a well, never imagining the life of an eagle in the sky.

Neither could they conceive, this was done by a sword from miles away!