Besides the astonishing space storage bags, silk robes that never get dusty and other magical items featured in the plot, the most exhilarating aspect was undoubtedly the swords used for flying.
Cultivators in the Qi Refining stage had not yet reached the level of externalizing their qi to form a sword. They could only infuse their qi into magical weapons to turn them into flying swords.
Thus, the latest chapter, where newcomers selected their flying swords and magic weapons, left countless interstellar readers in front of their light brains dazzled and amazed.
[[“For example, this Lingkong Sword (Leap into the sky, soaring through nine heavens), has a certain speed bonus. When flying, It can increase flight speed by ten percent beyond the current qi level.”
“Then there’s the Frost Sword, which echoes the ancient saying, ‘One sword chills fourteen provinces.’ It has an amazing momentum and possesses ice-attribute spiritual attack effects.”
“And take this Feihua Sword, a favorite among cultivators with refined tastes. It scatters flower petals while flying according to its owner’s intent! The trailing light effects are magnificent. Of course, it’s not recommended for combat situations.”
On the Treasure Weapons Peak, where weapon refiners gathered, the newcomers were selecting their foundational flying sword magic weapons. The stewards provided just the right amount of enthusiastic sales pitches, making everyone’s excitement surge.
It felt as if the path of immortality was within reach.]]
“Wait, these flying swords have so many variations?”
The editors at Huanyu grew excited as they read this passage.
Previously, Fish Soup Noodles had only mentioned the cool concept of sword flying in the short story, but he had never elaborated on the variety of styles and functions.
Compared to this, the flying sword devices they had acquired earlier seemed like mere basic versions.
“When I go to a light brain specialty store, I can take half a day just to choose one. If I were really in this novel picking a flying sword, I’d probably spend ten days to half a month doing research before making a choice.”
“No, no. If I had enough spirit stones, I’d buy them all. People with choice paralysis never actually make choices.”
As everyone compared the extensive list of flying swords in the novel, they became fully immersed in the selection process.
Now, the only question was, what kind of sword would Shuyi and his junior brother, Qi Hanzhou, choose?
But, to everyone’s surprise, Qi Hanzhou ultimately chose a seemingly unremarkable flying sword.
Moreover, this sword was rather peculiar. Its blade was not even sharpened, giving off an indescribable feeling of simplicity, dullness and heaviness.
[[“Strange, I really don’t have any impression of this sword. Little one, are you sure you want to choose this one?”
The steward, who had previously been eloquent, was momentarily speechless when he picked up this sword. He scratched his head, unable to come up with any special introduction.
He glanced at Qi Hanzhou somewhat uncertainly. He had heard a little about this newcomer.
The eyes of the entire crowd also unconsciously focused on them, carrying a subtle sense of doubt.
“I actually think this sword suits Hanzhou quite well.”
“As the saying goes, ‘A Wufeng sword has no edge, and great skill is not elaborate.’ The essence of swordsmanship does not lie in the sharpness of the blade but in the depth of the swordsman’s strength. Sometimes, what appears simple and ordinary can achieve astonishing feats.”
*A Wufeng sword refers to an Edgeless sword. And the saying comes from the martial arts novel, “The Return of the Condor Heroes” meaning that true sword skills do not rely on the sword’s edge, but on personal practice.
Just as the atmosphere grew awkward, Lin Shuyi recalled an old poem and broke the silence.
“The young sect master’s words are interesting. ‘A Wufeng sword has no edge, and great skill is not elaborate.’ Thinking about it that way, this sword might indeed have its own extraordinary qualities.”
The steward hesitated for a moment before smiling and handing the sword to Qi Hanzhou. Qi Hanzhou silently accepted it while glancing at Lin Shuyi.
He found Lin Shuyi looking at him with a bright smile, as if he had never once doubted that his choice might be a mistake.
As a result, this changed the way the surrounding newcomers viewed the sword. Their previous indifference was replaced by curiosity and even envy.
Could it be that this guy had actually chosen a top grade flying sword?]]
[Who understands? Shuyi’s personality is really so good. If I were Hanzhou, it’d be hard not to like him, right? QAQ]
[No, if I were to transmigrate into the book and meet Shuyi, I’d be a little bolder. I’d just grab him and give him a big kiss (blushing, but I feel like his father, the Sect Master, would beat me to death).]
[And that line was really interesting…’A Wufeng sword has no edge, and great skill is not elaborate.’ Thinking about it, life is often like that too.]
As everyone basked in the warmth of Shuyi, the little sun, they also subconsciously took note of this ancient saying and found it increasingly profound.
Even the name “Wufeng Sword” became particularly unique.
[Now I’m really curious about what kind of flying sword Shuyi has. Will Teacher Fish Soup Noodles write about it?]
After seeing everyone else’s flying swords, naturally, Shuyi’s sword became the center of curiosity.
“The young sect master’s sword is no ordinary one. It is the Jinghong Sword, personally forged by the sect master back in the day.”
The steward smiled as he answered the question lingering in the minds of both the characters and the readers.
After selecting his sword, Qi Hanzhou soon witnessed Lin Shuyi personally demonstrating how to fly on a sword as a senior brother.
Even after seeing so many wonderful flying swords earlier, Shuyi’s sword still shocked everyone.
Because this sword could transform into streaks of dazzling light in midair!
As the main sword flew, it split into seven parallel sword shadows, forming brilliant shooting stars in the sky.
The phrase from “Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River”, “Graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a wandering dragon,” had never seemed more vividly embodied than in this moment.
Standing atop the sword, Lin Shuyi exuded an indescribable sense of agility and brilliance.
Because this was undoubtedly his favorite moment since transmigrating into the book…soaring through the skies, gazing down upon vast lands, and truly experiencing the boundless expanse of the world.
Perhaps this was what made the path of cultivation something so many pursued for a lifetime.
“Besides, this level of control is only possible with a Heavenly Spiritual Root. Most people struggle just to maintain a single flying sword, let alone seven.”
The steward sighed as he looked up at the sky.
These seven auxiliary swords could also change formations, allowing for acceleration, maneuvering, offense, and even concealing the wielder’s presence from enemies.
Unfortunately, heaven was jealous of geniuses. Though his Heavenly Spiritual Root possessed immense qi, his body was extremely frail.
“Sigh, I wonder if the young sect master will become the first person in a thousand years to ascend to the upper realm from Miao Xuan Sect.”
If not for his frail constitution, this would have been something everyone was certain of.
Unbeknownst to the steward, his casual remark planted a seed deep in Qi Hanzhou’s young heart.
Ascend to the upper realm.
It was an unreachable concept, but when it came to the person in front of him, Qi Hanzhou suddenly felt that it was entirely possible.
Then how far could he himself go on this path?
If he failed to establish his foundation, his lifespan would be limited to around one hundred fifty years.
The divide between mortals and immortals was precisely this.
Family and friendships would all be severed by this inevitable barrier, leaving only bones and dust when they met again.
“Well? Do you want to try for yourself?”
As Lin Shuyi guided his sword down, he looked at the silent Qi Hanzhou, his presence still brimming with sword intent.
“Mm.”
Qi Hanzhou rarely nodded his head so decisively, which made Lin Shuyi smile happily.
He knew that the little guy, like any young protagonist, would naturally be interested in flying on a sword.
But in fact, Qi Hanzhou was only thinking: Though his right arm was injured, he still had his left.
Moreover, as he gripped the sword tightly in his hand, Qi Hanzhou suddenly felt that he should do everything in his power to live up to that evaluation.
A Wufeng sword has no edge, and great skill is not elaborate.
It did not matter if others mocked him, he refused to let down the unreserved trust and expectations placed in him.]]
And from this moment, the plot of “The Vast Immortal Path” and Qi Hanzhou’s entry into the Miao Xuan Sect officially began.
The orphan whom no one initially had high hopes for gradually revealed his potential, drawing the attention of many within the sect.
No one had expected this boy to be able to use his weakened left arm to wield such astonishing power.
