Chapter 122: Sword Flight

Lu Yang spent three days on Hundred Refining Peak, during which he constantly discussed with Li Haoran how to better refine the flying sword attachment.

"It must be as light as possible, otherwise it won't fly, or it will fly too slowly."

"Do you think we should install an ejector seat? Something that automatically launches upward to escape danger?"

"A flying sword mounted on the top of the head? No, no, this is proper flying sword technique. Have you ever seen a sword cultivator mount their flying sword on their head?"

Hard work pays off. After three days of effort, the attachment was finally perfected.

"How about a name?" Li Haoran suggested Lu Yang name it.

"It's shaped like a carriage and can fly in the sky. How about 'Flying Carriage'?" Lu Yang came up with a rather simple name.

"Senior Brother Lu, want to try it?" With the attachment refined, Li Haoran felt satisfied and wanted to see how Lu Yang would fly.

Lu Yang nodded, somewhat excited. He sat in the carriage, hands gripping the steering wheel, and didn't move for a long time.

"What's wrong?" Li Haoran asked.

Lu Yang scratched his head. "I just remembered, I haven't learned flying sword techniques yet."

Li Haoran was speechless.

*I've been excitedly refining this for ages, and it turns out you can't even fly?*

"Don't worry, don't worry, I'll learn it now," Lu Yang said unhurriedly, asking the Immortal Fairy to teach him flying sword techniques.

Flying sword techniques are essential for sword cultivators and are widely practiced. The Immortal Fairy naturally knew this basic skill.

To be honest, the Immortal Fairy wasn't particularly eager to teach Lu Yang flying sword techniques. If he learned it incorrectly, her reputation would be ruined forever.

"So-called flying sword technique involves using the sword as a medium to carry divine consciousness. The stronger the divine consciousness and the higher its compatibility with the sword, the faster the flying sword will travel..."

The Immortal Fairy was more than a level above Senior Sister in teaching; she explained things profoundly yet simply, making them easy to understand. Soon, Lu Yang mastered the flying sword technique.

The Qingfeng Sword floated freely in the air, moving as it pleased. Lu Yang felt that even if an elephant stood on the Qingfeng Sword, it could still fly smoothly.

Lu Yang's talent in swordsmanship was undeniable.

Lu Yang had an epiphany: perhaps this was the effect of the sword spiritual root, ensuring that his sword arts and techniques wouldn't go astray.

There was a groove underneath the Flying Carriage, where the Qingfeng Sword fit perfectly, preventing it from falling and making it exceptionally stable.

Lu Yang got into the carriage again, gripped the steering wheel, and activated the flying sword technique. The Flying Carriage actually lifted into the air, propelled by the Qingfeng Sword!

The Flying Carriage first hovered slowly. This wasn't because the Qingfeng Sword was slow, but because Lu Yang hadn't fully adapted to this new way of flying.

Once the Flying Carriage hovered high in the sky, Lu Yang gradually mastered the flying techniques. Its speed increased, and it soared in figure-eights. By the end of his practice, he could even make sharp turns—it was truly incredible!

With a physique at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, issues like hypoxia and pressure had no effect on Lu Yang.

"Haha, so I, Lu Yang, also have my day of flying on a sword!" Lu Yang burst out laughing. He knew that there was always a solution to any problem.

Who said I wouldn't dare to fly?

The Immortal Fairy found this sensation quite novel.

On Hundred Refining Peak, countless people looked up, dumbfounded, watching Lu Yang fly on his sword.

The Flying Carriage, an advanced mode of transportation, was considered groundbreaking even on Hundred Refining Peak, which had always prided itself on progressive thinking and leading the trends of the era.

"Look, what's that?!" Junior brothers and sisters from Lu Yang's generation watched the iron shell flying in the air with astonishment.

"I saw this yesterday when I was asking Senior Brother Li Haoran questions. It's a magic treasure refined for Senior Brother Lu!"

"Senior Brother Lu? You mean Senior Brother Lu Yang, who joined at the same time as us, possesses a sword spiritual root, ranked first, and successfully became the Sect Master's disciple?" A junior brother's eyes widened, showing great admiration for Lu Yang.

Those who hadn't directly interacted with Lu Yang would be astonished by his lifetime achievements, considering him a safe, stable, and reliable senior brother.

Of course, there were also those whose initial impression hadn't changed even after prolonged direct interaction with Lu Yang, such as Man Gu.

"Yes, that's him! Senior Brother Li said it's Senior Brother Lu's flying sword technique!"

"How amazing! This is completely different from any flying sword technique I've seen. It gives a strange sense of security! No need to buy insurance at all!"

Among the insurance policies offered by the Landfall Money Guild, there was a flight insurance, which could be further categorized into flight loss insurance, third-party liability insurance, and so on.

"Senior Brother Lu is clearly the same age as us, yet he can already create his own unique flying sword technique. That's the difference!"

"It's a shame I'm not a sword cultivator, otherwise I'd learn this flying sword technique no matter what!"

Lu Yang flew to his heart's content in the sky before landing, looking as if he wished for more.

After dismounting, Lu Yang noticed Li Haoran standing respectfully to one side. Fifth Elder Zhou Xin had arrived at some point.

"Fifth Elder," Lu Yang saluted respectfully.

"Heh heh, Lu Yang, isn't it? Hao Ran told me all about it. Your idea is excellent. It might even become a mainstream mode of transportation in the future."

"You flatter me, Fifth Elder."

"Those who know me know I don't usually flatter people. This 'Flying Carriage' thing could bring you considerable profit."

"Profit?" Lu Yang was puzzled.

The Fifth Elder turned his head and said to Li Haoran, "Since you've just come out of seclusion, it's time you familiarized yourself with Hundred Refining Peak's main business. Our Hundred Refining Peak often produces never-before-seen artifacts. To protect our invention rights and secure profits, we regularly apply for patent registration with the government."

"The same applies to Alchemy Peak. This is the main source of income for both Hundred Refining Peak and Alchemy Peak."

"Coincidentally, some of your senior brothers will be going down the mountain to register in a few days. Organize Lu Yang's invention ideas and go with them."

The Fifth Elder then said to Lu Yang, "Your talent is excellent, and your mind is sharp. You are naturally suited for our Dao Seeking Sect. Learn well from Yun Zhi. Dao Seeking Sect will be yours in the future. Just keep your distance from that old scoundrel, Old Nine."

Lu Yang shrugged his shoulders. Logically, as a disciple, he should have stood up and argued with the Fifth Elder for insulting his master, but he thought adopting the Immortal Fairy's optimistic spirit of "surrender if you can't win" wasn't a bad idea right now.

The Immortal Fairy frowned. She felt Lu Yang was thinking something very disrespectful, but she had no proof.

"How is Master doing now?"

The Fifth Elder sneered, saying nothing.

Heavenly Gate Peak, Pine Forest.

The seal on the cave dwelling was finally broken. The First Elder to the Eighth Elder had already left, leaving behind only the Silent Daoist, who was unwilling to depart.

The Silent Daoist was tied up like a bug, wriggling on the ground. Yellow paper was stuck to his forehead, and his mouth was gagged with a sock, emitting muffled sounds.

The ropes were top-tier treasures, preventing the Silent Daoist from breaking free by brute force, and the yellow paper sealed his spiritual power, making him unable to cast spells.

As for how long it would take the Silent Daoist to wriggle free, that would depend on his luck.

This was the punishment for the Silent Daoist, who had been banging gongs and drums while eight people were trying to break the seal through focused meditation.