120: Chapter 120 Mastery of Sword Control

After grasping the incantations and the method of circulating spiritual power for the Sword Flight Technique, Qin Changsheng slowly stood up and retrieved the black wind sword from his Storage Pouch.

This black wind sword was a treasure Qin Changsheng had obtained after slaying the leader of the Black Wind Stronghold.

Although this Magical Artifact was not of a high grade, it was sufficient for him to use as a Flying Sword to practice the Sword Flight Technique.

He gripped the black wind sword, and following the records in the Jade Slip, he slowly circulated the remaining spiritual power within his body, guiding it through his Meridians and into the long sword.

"Rise!" Qin Changsheng gave a low shout, focusing his mind intently as he controlled the sword infused with spiritual power, attempting to make it hover and carry his body into the air.

However, the scene he envisioned did not occur; although the sword trembled slightly and emitted a faint glow of spiritual power, it remained stuck to the ground, unable to hover; even when he exhausted most of his internal spiritual power, it was still to no avail.

Qin Changsheng did not feel discouraged; he adjusted his breathing, circulated his spiritual power according to the incantations once more, and cautiously controlled the sword.

This time, the sword finally lifted slowly from the ground, hovering half a foot in front of him, swaying slightly and appearing extremely unstable.

He took a deep breath and moved slightly, attempting to step onto the Flying Sword, but as soon as his foot landed, the sword shook violently, his spiritual power instantly turned chaotic, and it could no longer bear his weight.

"Bang!" With a dull thud, Qin Changsheng lost his balance and fell from the Flying Sword, crashing heavily onto the bluestone ground.

Qin Changsheng slowly climbed to his feet and rubbed his numb knees, his eyes showing not a hint of discouragement, but only a trace of determination.

The path of Cultivating immortality is full of thorns, and learning the Sword Flight Technique is no exception—how could there be any shortcut?

He gripped the sword again, circulated his spiritual power, and repeated the previous actions.

Take off, wobble, fall; take off again, wobble again, fall again.

Within the small courtyard, the dull thuds of Qin Changsheng falling and the sounds of the sword vibrating echoed incessantly.

At first, he could not even stably control the Flying Sword, and even if he managed to make it hover, it would not last a moment; every time he stepped onto it, he would fall heavily.

Qin Changsheng gritted his teeth, rested for a moment to recover his spiritual power, and then threw himself back into Cultivating, refining his sword control techniques over and over, familiarizing himself with the rhythm of spiritual power manipulation, and correcting his mistakes.

He gradually discovered that when first learning to fly a sword, the most difficult part was not the injection of spiritual power, but the connection between his mind and the Flying Sword, as well as the stable circulation of spiritual power.

His mind had to be highly focused without any distracting thoughts, and the circulation of spiritual power had to be steady and orderly without impatience; otherwise, it would cause the Flying Sword to become chaotic, and he would fall as a result.

His frequent failures before were all because he had been too impatient, his mind was unsettled, and his spiritual power circulation had been too hurried.

Having found the key to the problem, Qin Changsheng adjusted his mindset, calmed his heart, and no longer sought quick success.

He first sat cross-legged to stabilize his internal spiritual power and calm his mind, then slowly manipulated the Flying Sword, practicing hovering, ascending, and descending bit by bit, before attempting to step onto the sword and practice standing.

This time, he did not pursue Speed but proceeded step by step, refining every movement repeatedly and being cautious with every circulation of spiritual power.

In the blink of an eye, several days passed, and the figure Cultivating in the small courtyard never stopped.

Qin Changsheng did not know how many times he had fallen, but his eyes grew increasingly determined, and his technique for controlling the Flying Sword became more and more proficient.

Gradually, he could make the Flying Sword hover steadily, and he could step onto it firmly; even if he stood for a moment, he would no longer fall easily.

Gradually, he could manipulate the Flying Sword to carry him slowly into the air; although the altitude was not high and the Speed was not fast, he could barely maintain his balance, no longer as embarrassed as he had been at the beginning.

"Hoo—" Qin Changsheng controlled the Flying Sword, hovering three feet above the courtyard, and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, a faint smile appearing on his face, his heart full of gratification and joy.

He looked down at the Flying Sword beneath his feet, watching his figure standing steadily, and felt a multitude of emotions in his heart.

From the frequent falls at the beginning to being able to barely hover on the sword now, this short few days of Cultivating, though arduous, had been full of rewards.

He manipulated the Flying Sword to descend slowly, landing steadily on the bluestone ground, retracted his spiritual power, and wiped the sweat from his face.

At this moment, his whole body was exhausted, but he was still in high spirits.

He knew very well that he had only just entered the door; he could barely control the Flying Sword to hover and fly short distances, and there was still a long way to go before truly mastering the Sword Flight Technique, but this was already a good start.

Qin Changsheng sat cross-legged and took out a Spirit Stone, beginning to recover the spiritual power he had consumed, while silently pondering his insights from today's Cultivation.

He could feel that with each practice session, his control over spiritual power was becoming more precise, and the connection between his mind and the Flying Sword was becoming increasingly tacit.

He believed that with just a few months of hard work, he would be able to successfully master the Sword Flight Technique.

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In the blink of an eye, several months passed.

Over these months, Qin Changsheng had cut off almost all outside contact, immersing himself wholeheartedly in the Cultivation of the Sword Flight Technique, day after day, refining it repeatedly without ever stopping.

From the initial frequent falls and the inability to even stably control the Flying Sword, to later stable hovering and short-distance flight, and finally to the current state of ease and freedom, stepping on the sword as if riding the wind, Qin Changsheng, relying on his tenacious Heart-Nature, precise control of spiritual power, and the subtle enhancement of the Golden Trait, had finally cultivated the Sword Flight Technique to the realm of Major Achievement.

At this moment, Qin Changsheng stood in the open space of the small courtyard, spiritual power surging slightly around his body, and the black wind sword instantly unsheathed, turning into a streak of light, hovering steadily before him.

Qin Changsheng leaped lightly, the tips of his feet landing on the Flying Sword with a smooth and natural movement, without the slightest hesitation; his spiritual power and the Flying Sword were perfectly linked, his mind and the sword as one, as if the Flying Sword were a part of his own body.

"Go." Qin Changsheng gave a low shout, his mind moved slightly, and the Flying Sword beneath his feet instantly erupted with a dazzling glow of spiritual power, carrying his body straight into the clouds like an arrow released from a bow; the Speed was so fast that it far exceeded his initial learning days months ago, and was even slightly more ferocious than the sword flight Speed of some Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment Late Stage.

The strong wind whistled past his ears, and the clouds retreated rapidly beside him; Qin Changsheng stood steadily on the Flying Sword, his robes flapping loudly, his expression calm and composed, his gaze as sharp as an eagle's, overlooking the mountains and earth rapidly passing below.

He could clearly feel that after the Sword Flight Technique reached Major Achievement, not only had his flight Speed significantly increased, but his spiritual power consumption had also decreased greatly; even if he flew with the sword for a long time, he would not feel too exhausted.

Coupled with the enhancement of the Golden Trait, Source of Mana, even if Qin Changsheng flew for an entire day, his mana would not be exhausted.

Qin Changsheng's heart stirred, and he thought of Qingyun Town, where he had stayed when he first arrived at the Heavenly Sword Sect.

That Qingyun Town was over a thousand li away from the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Back then, in order to slay that evil Cultivator, he had traveled to Qingyun Town on foot, taking a full three days.

With this thought, Qin Changsheng's mind moved slightly, and he manipulated the Flying Sword beneath his feet, changing direction and speeding toward Qingyun Town.

The Flying Sword cut through the sky, leaving behind a faint trail of spiritual power, its Speed astonishingly fast; mountains, rivers, and villages flashed by rapidly beneath his feet, and the journey that originally took three days now felt as leisurely as a stroll in a courtyard.

In just a moment, Qin Changsheng felt the rich atmosphere of human life below; he focused his mind slightly, manipulated the Flying Sword to descend slowly, retracted his spiritual power, and landed lightly, standing steadily in Qingyun Town.

At this moment, the hawking of shops and the sounds of conversation on both sides rose and fell; the rich atmosphere of human life rushed toward him, completely different from the cold isolation of the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Qin Changsheng was all too familiar with this town; back then, when he was new to the world, full of longing, and determined to find a master to learn from and step onto the path of Cultivating immortality, it was in this town that he had spent the last period of his mundane life before entering the Heavenly Sword Sect.

Qin Changsheng slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the shops on both sides, watching the pedestrians weaving back and forth, a faint trace of emotion flashing in his eyes.

In just over a decade, things had changed and people were different; the ignorant and green youth who had walked here on foot was now a Foundation Establishment Cultivator with the Sword Flight Technique at Major Achievement.

Qin Changsheng did not linger; he tapped his toes on the ground again, leaped lightly, stepped onto the Flying Sword hovering beside him, and with a slight movement of his mind, the Flying Sword took to the air once more, speeding toward the Heavenly Sword Sect.

This time, he did not deliberately slow down; the Flying Sword was like a streak of light, cutting through the sky, its Speed so fast that only an afterimage remained.

The journey of over a thousand li now seemed so short; in less than a few minutes, Qin Changsheng looked up and saw that at the summit of the distant mountains, amidst swirling clouds and mist, a majestic mountain gate stood imposingly, with blue bricks, black tiles, and upturned eaves.

Above the gate, the three characters "Heavenly Sword Sect" were ancient and vigorous, with powerful strokes, exuding a faint Pressure, and having weathered the vicissitudes of time, they still shone brilliantly.

"Now that the Sword Flight Technique has reached Major Achievement, it is time to go to the Scripture Pavilion to choose a Cultivation Technique!"

"And then see how to craft a Lifebound Treasure!" Qin Changsheng had made his decision.