Chapter 162: Chapter 0162: The Terrifying Flying Sword_1
SQUEAK... SQUEAK... SQUEAK...
Little Fox took the Sword Box from Daoist Sanqing’s hands. Squeaking and gesturing, she indicated that Zhang Bin should store the Daoist’s corpse in the Space Ring.
"Xiao Qian, we should bury him. It’s time he rests in peace," Zhang Bin sighed.
Little Fox refused, shaking her head repeatedly with tears brimming in her eyes. She kept making many incomprehensible gestures, as if trying to say that Daoist Sanqing could still come back to life.
Of course, this was just a child’s naive wish.
Not having the heart to refuse her, Zhang Bin stored Daoist Sanqing’s body in the Phoenix Ring.
The Daoist’s body showed no signs of decay. It was so lifelike that he looked no different from a living person. Clearly, Daoist Sanqing had cultivated to the Golden Core Realm or even higher while he was alive, allowing his body to remain eternally imperishable.
"Where exactly did your mother go? Is she still alive?" Zhang Bin asked Little Fox again, his curiosity piqued.
Little Fox shook her head repeatedly, her face filled with sadness and sorrow. Obviously, she either didn’t know where her mother had gone, or her mother had passed away. But without a body, Zhang Bin couldn’t be certain if Little Fox’s mother was dead or simply missing.
However, Zhang Bin didn’t press the issue. He tried to take the Sword Box to see what it was, but Little Fox refused, retreating nervously.
He dropped the matter and began to consume True Essence Pills, focusing on his cultivation.
A month later, he had finally refined all one hundred True Essence Pills and had also consumed a great deal of Spiritual Water. As a result, the True Qi in his dantian had become much denser.
"Hahaha... In just one month, I’ve reached the Mid Stage of the Qi Sea Realm."
Zhang Bin laughed excitedly. Reaching the Mid Stage of the Qi Sea Realm meant that he only needed to accumulate the same amount of True Qi again to reach the peak of the realm. His progress was indeed immense.
He carefully tested himself and found his strength had improved immensely. His fist strength reached the power of seven oxen, and his speed hit seventy meters per second—the equivalent of 250 kilometers per hour.
His spiritual power had also risen accordingly. He could now make a 15-kilogram stone dance slowly in the air. After all, besides the Qingmu Longevity Technique, he had also been diligently practicing the Pure Heart Mystique.
Little Fox cheered joyfully and brought the treasured Sword Box to Zhang Bin.
"Why are you letting me see it now?"
Puzzled, Zhang Bin took the box and observed it closely, extending his spiritual power inside. A look of surprise crossed his face. There really was a sword inside.
But it was tiny, only the size of a bamboo leaf and about two millimeters thick, with no hilt. Both ends were sharp cutting edges. It was snow-white, ice-cold, and exceedingly sharp.
Could this be a Flying Sword?
A look of shock and ecstasy appeared on Zhang Bin’s face as his heart began to pound wildly. In his spare time from cultivation, he had been reading the books left behind by Daoist Sanqing. One of them was a book on Artifact Refining that briefly explained how to forge Flying Swords. Of course, it also included the secret techniques for refining them.
The methods Earth Cultivators used for Artifact Refining and refining Flying Swords were somewhat different from those on Xuanwu Star.
Suddenly, Zhang Bin had an epiphany. Little Fox had prevented him from touching the Sword Box before because he didn’t know how to refine a Flying Sword, which could be extremely dangerous. The Flying Sword was incredibly sharp. If one carelessly injected True Qi into it, a disaster could easily occur—it was very likely he could blow his own head off.
"Xiao Qian, thank you. You really are my little treasure," Zhang Bin said gratefully.
A faint smile and a blush appeared on Little Fox’s face.
Without any delay, Zhang Bin carefully took the Flying Sword from the box. He first dripped his blood onto the blade, then began to refine it according to the secret technique recorded in the book. His spiritual power entered the Flying Sword’s interior along with his blood.
Although this Flying Sword was only the size of a bamboo leaf and two millimeters thick, its internal space was vast. It was densely packed with exceedingly complex formations, arranged layer upon layer. This was why the Flying Sword was so sharp and could fly at such high speeds.
Zhang Bin’s spiritual power finally located a white, jade-like stele inside. He activated the Owner Recognition Formation on it and, using a special method, left a strand of his spiritual power behind. In this way, he claimed ownership. The Flying Sword now contained his spiritual power and his aura, so only he could command and control it.
When his spiritual power withdrew from the Flying Sword, the blade underwent a strange transformation. It released an intensely brilliant white light and a terrifyingly sharp edge. The tip of the sword spat out an afterimage that flickered like a snake’s tongue, making it look unpredictably chilling.
This was merely a low-quality Flying Sword and couldn’t be stored in the Dantian. Therefore, it had to be kept in the Sword Box.
But even the lowest-quality Flying Sword could only be forged by a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator. In the current era, almost no cultivator could reach the Nascent Soul Stage, making it impossible to forge even a low-quality Flying Sword. Thus, for Zhang Bin to have obtained one was a stroke of incredible luck.
"Go!" Zhang Bin shouted.
The Flying Sword immediately lit up with a dazzling light and began to frantically devour Zhang Bin’s spiritual power. Then, the Flying Sword shot out.
WHOOSH...
With a flash of cold light, the Flying Sword shot across the canyon, piercing through five large trees—each thick enough to wrap one’s arms around. Then, in a flicker, it flew back and returned directly to the Sword Box.
"My god, that speed is incredible! It’s terrifying." Shock filled Zhang Bin’s face. "Tutu, how fast was the Flying Sword?"
"Master, the speed was two thousand meters per second," Tutu answered.
"Two thousand meters per second... isn’t that 7,200 kilometers an hour?"
Zhang Bin was utterly dumbfounded, nearly biting his tongue. He knew that the speed of sound was only about 340 meters per second, and the muzzle velocity of the most powerful sniper rifles was only a little over 800 meters per second. However, Tutu was referring to the *average* speed of the Flying Sword, even after it had pierced several large trees.
With such a fearsome speed, who could possibly avoid it?
He estimated that only a Golden Core Realm Cultivator could possibly resist it. A cultivator in the Liquid State definitely couldn’t.
From now on, I can do as I please! As long as I don’t run into a Golden Core Realm Cultivator, I’m invincible!
At that moment, his heart was filled with joy. But when he found himself dizzy and drowsy, his joy halved. This condition meant that the single strike had completely drained his spiritual power. In other words, he only had enough power to use the Flying Sword for a single strike.
However, that was more than enough to kill Sect Master Han Tie of the Iron Sword Sect.
It’s time for me to come out of seclusion and take revenge. Otherwise, they’ll really start to think my sect is defenseless...
A bone-chilling killing intent erupted from Zhang Bin. He cultivated for one more day until his spiritual power was fully restored, and then he set out...