56: Chapter 56 The Art of Flying on a Sword: Riding the Sword Through the Wind for Nine Thousand Miles!

"AZhu, why don't you stay with Master with me for now?

You have seen Master's abilities; this is the safest place to be."

Wang Yuyan was utterly disappointed in Murong Fu.

He killed a trusted confidant who had followed him for over twenty years without a shred of loyalty.

The group that chased her last night was likely connected to Murong Fu as well.

AZhu's mind was in turmoil, and she couldn't make a decision immediately.

Although she was clever and quick-witted, she was still young and had never experienced such a life-or-death matter.

After hearing Wang Yuyan's suggestion, she finally nodded gently and agreed.

The next morning, Wang Yuyan woke up early with AZhu.

The two young women looked exhausted, clearly having rested poorly the night before.

As soon as they walked out of their room, they saw Su Rui emerging from his own room.

Wang Yuyan immediately stepped forward and bowed respectfully.

"Master, AZhu is now without support; please take her in!"

Su Rui's gaze swept over AZhu behind Wang Yuyan. Seeing her slightly shy expression, he nodded slightly.

"Very well."

Such a small matter naturally required no refusal.

"Thank you, Master!" Wang Yuyan felt a surge of excitement.

AZhu recalled what Wang Yuyan mentioned last night—that the Martial Arts Hall Master had personally checked her wound. Her face instantly turned red, with faint blushes spreading across her earlobes and neck.

Su Rui looked at the bloodstains still on AZhu's clothes and said after a moment of thought:

"Hanyi's figure is similar to yours; you should be able to wear her clothes.

I will have her accompany you to buy some new clothes later."

"Yes, Master, thank you for your consideration."

"Thank you, Young Master Martial Arts Hall Master!" AZhu said in a low voice.

Wang Yuyan initially wanted to decline; she truly lacked interest in practicing martial arts.

But before the words left her mouth, she was stunned by the gazes of the people around her.

"Junior Sister, what are you thinking? Only by practicing martial arts can you do what you want to do.

Otherwise, you will be powerless in the Jianghu!" Sikong Qianluo saw that she was still hesitating and immediately spoke up, her tone carrying a hint of Senior Sister's authority.

Wang Yuyan listened and nodded gently, a flicker of determination flashing in her eyes.

"Master, I wish to learn. Please instruct me!"

Su Rui nodded slightly and raised his finger. He had intended to teach her the Sacred Heart Art.

After all, Wang Yuyan knew martial arts theory inside out, and her Moves were familiar, but she lacked the Internal Energy to support them.

Su Rui originally planned to use his own True Qi to help her open her Meridians.

But as his fingertip lightly touched her glabella, his expression suddenly changed, and he quickly withdrew his hand.

Wang Yuyan looked puzzled, and Li Hanyi and Sikong Qianluo also looked over, not understanding what technique Su Rui had just used.

"You actually possess a trace of Innate Qi within you. That is quite rare."

Su Rui appeared quite surprised.

Normally, every person is born with a breath of Innate Qi, but it usually dissipates within one or two years.

For Wang Yuyan to still retain this Qi now was indeed a strange occurrence.

He extended his index finger again, and this time, he directly transmitted the Art of Sword Control Flight into her body.

Wang Yuyan's beautiful eyes instantly widened, her face filled with shock, almost unable to comprehend what she was witnessing.

Although she was not skilled in martial arts, she had read extensively and possessed deep knowledge of the martial arts of the Great Song Dynasty.

She could name at least one or two things about almost every famous Cultivation Technique.

However, the technique Su Rui transmitted at that moment left only one thought in her mind—

This was the method of an Immortal!

What shocked her even more was that after she briefly comprehended this Cultivation Technique, her entire being froze.

The Art of Sword Control Flight.

Riding the wind for ninety thousand miles!

How could a Mortal possibly Master this? This was clearly the method of an Immortal flying on a sword.

And the Wushuang City Sword Control Art in the Mortal world was not worth mentioning in the face of this technique.

["Ding, transmitting the Art of Sword Control Flight to Disciple Wang Yuyan, triggering a hundredfold critical return. Congratulations to the Host for obtaining the Kunpeng Dragon Subduing Art."]

"Kunpeng Treasure Art?"

Su Rui was slightly startled.

"The Great Peng rises with the wind one day, soaring straight up for ninety thousand miles."

The Kunpeng Treasure Art was extraordinary, but unfortunately, it was not suitable for him to absorb right now.

He was quite curious that Wang Yuyan had triggered two returns from her body.

The next moment, he suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he understood something.

Transmitting Cultivation Techniques or Opportunities to a Disciple can yield returns.

Is the Cultivation Technique considered "Technique," and are Medicinal Pills and weapons considered "Opportunity"?

As this thought arose, he couldn't help but slap his forehead again.

The people nearby were instantly startled.

"Master?"

Li Hanyi looked at him with concern.

"It's nothing, nothing."

Su Rui waved his hand, his expression returning to normal.

Su Rui then responded, his gaze slowly falling on Wang Yuyan's face.

At this moment, a look of astonishment still lingered on Wang Yuyan's face.

"Qianluo, go and bring the peerless sword casket."

Hearing this, Sikong Qianluo happily skipped into Su Rui's room and soon returned, carrying a peerless sword casket that was a full size larger than she was.

Everyone exchanged glances, a bit confused.

Although they had seen the peerless sword casket before, none of them had ever seen anyone actually use it; they only considered it a rare object.

Bang!

Sikong Qianluo placed the sword casket heavily in front of Su Rui, unable to hide her excitement.

"Is Master going to open the sword casket to release the swords inside?"

When she was in Wushuang City before, the old City Lord had demonstrated the Flying Swords in the sword casket. Although they couldn't compare to Master's power, that scene was dazzling enough.

"Not me, her."

Su Rui pointed at Wang Yuyan.

"Me?"

Wang Yuyan looked bewildered.

She had personally witnessed Zhao Guyan use the peerless sword casket to perform the Sword Control Art. She had also heard others discuss that the sword casket had been silent for a hundred years in Wushuang City before it was opened.

The first time it appeared, it was taken by Master.

Now, Master was actually asking her to open this legendary sword casket?

She looked utterly lost, clearly having no clue.

How could she possibly have the ability to do that?

Although Sikong Qianluo was confused, she obediently carried the sword casket over to Wang Yuyan.

"Junior Sister, hold it steady!"

Wang Yuyan subconsciously reached out. As soon as she touched it, Sikong Qianluo let go, and the heavy sword casket almost pulled her down.

"..."

The other girls present were stunned.

This new Junior Sister didn't even have a trace of Internal Energy, so how could she control such a heavy sword casket?

"Activate the Art of Sword Control!"

Su Rui reminded her in a low voice. The words, falling into Wang Yuyan's ears, sounded like a thunderclap.

She instinctively executed the Art of Sword Control Flight.

Although this incantation was just the most basic Sword Control Technique, in the current world, it was an incomprehensible existence.

The Sword Control methods contained within it far surpassed the scope reachable by mundane martial arts.

Just as the sword casket was about to slip, it suddenly opened automatically, and two Flying Swords emitting red and green light flew out, steadily supporting Wang Yuyan's body.

Simultaneously, the peerless sword casket seemed to be held by an invisible hand, hovering in mid-air.

"..."

Sikong Qianluo and the others stared, dumbfounded.

What... what was going on?

Su Rui, however, looked thoughtful.

The trace of Innate Qi he had previously bestowed upon Wang Yuyan had already given her the potential to control the sword casket.

Now, as soon as she mobilized it, the Innate Qi would grow along with it.

Although her power was shallow now, its essence far surpassed ordinary internal breath and True Qi.

This was why others practiced martial arts while he walked the path of cultivation—after Innate, one could be called an Immortal.

The two Flying Swords slowly circled around Wang Yuyan. After she stabilized her stance, they moved as freely as fish in water.

A hint of curiosity appeared in Wang Yuyan's eyes.

She could clearly sense the existence of the swords.

Her gaze shifted to the peerless sword casket floating beside her. With a thought, the sword casket stabilized itself and hovered in front of her.

She gently reached out to touch it.

With a slight mechanical sound, the sword casket slowly unfolded.

Twelve Treasure Swords flew out from within, dancing in the air, even more agile than when Zhao Guyan controlled them.

Su Rui remained calm, but everyone else was already too shocked to speak.

This was too outrageous, wasn't it?

Yesterday she was just a young girl who couldn't fight at all, and today she could control the peerless sword casket?

Just then, the Great Ming Vermilion Bird Sword, hidden deep within the sword casket, also leaped out, joining the array of Flying Swords amidst everyone's astonishment.

Thirteen Flying Swords arrayed themselves neatly, weaving dynamically above the Martial Arts Hall, resembling a visual feast.

Wang Yuyan looked like a child who had received a new toy, her face filled with excitement and curiosity.

And this scene was clearly seen by the crowd watching outside the Martial Arts Hall.

"That is..."

"It's the Flying Swords from the peerless sword casket! I saw the Wushuang City Lord use it on the Jingwu Platform before!"

"Could the Wushuang City Lord still be here?"

"Impossible, he must have left long ago. The one controlling the sword casket now must be that Martial Arts Hall Master!"

"As expected of the person who defeated the Wushuang City Lord in one Move; he really can command Flying Swords!"

Many Jianghu figures had gathered outside the Martial Arts Hall, hoping to become Disciples.

Although no one had succeeded yet, they were unwilling to leave, all wanting to see who would eventually become the Master's Personal Disciple.

Seeing the sword shadows dancing in the sky now, they were both excited and disappointed.

Fortunately, the Flying Swords did not dance for long, otherwise, the commotion would have been even greater.

One by one, the Flying Swords flew back into the sword casket like swallows returning to their nests.

"This sword casket was entrusted to me by Wushuang City for temporary safekeeping. You can use it until they can take it back."

Hearing this, Wang Yuyan looked at the huge sword casket with a troubled expression.

However, she still tried to hoist it onto her back and was surprised to find it exceptionally light.

Its weight was clearly different from before.

Seeing Wang Yuyan turn sideways and place the peerless sword casket on her back, Su Rui nodded with satisfaction.

"You can actually control it!"

Sikong Qianluo's tone was full of astonishment.

"I'm not sure either. It's all thanks to the Art of Sword Control Flight Master taught me!"

Li Hanyi immediately recalled the scene that night when they were attacked, and Master summoned the Cheng Ying Sword to bring her and Qianluo back to the Martial Arts Hall.

"Master, I want to learn this too!"

Sikong Qianluo's eyes lit up.

"No. You must focus entirely on comprehending your Spear Intent right now. Until you have completely mastered it, I will not teach you anything else!"

Su Rui flatly refused, waved his hand, and led his Disciples toward the door.

Sikong Qianluo pouted but dared not say anything more.

When the door of the Martial Arts Hall opened, the nearby people all cast their gazes over.

Seeing Su Rui step out, regardless of what others were doing, they all cupped their fists in salute.

This was respect shown to the strong.