Chapter 79 – Perfecting the Flying Sword
Zhang Hu stuffed the remaining sweet potato into his mouth. After he finished eating, he said, “Teng Family City belongs to a large family of cultivators in the northern part of Zhao. It’s said that they have a Nascent Soul expert within the family. If a cultivator wants to enter the city, they have to pay one low-grade spirit stone. If they want to stay there, they have to pay one mid-grade spirit stone per month. With all the spirit stones I’ve collected, I can stay there for six months.”
Wang Lin rubbed his chin and asked, “Zhang Hu, does this Teng Family City have an exchange fair?”
Zhang Hu nodded and said, “Yes. Every month, there is a big exchange fair that all the cultivators around attend. Are you going to go exchange some goods?”
Wang Lin nodded and smiled, “What? You don’t want me to follow you? I don’t have many spirit stones, so I’m relying on you.”
The Teng family was a renowned cultivation family in the northern part of the State of Zhao. The head of the family, Teng Xingsen, had reached the Nascent Soul stage in the past 500 years, so he did not participate in the wars between the Rank 4 nations.
He was also the minister of Wu Feng Valley, so his position was very high.
Because the Teng Family had an ancestor like him, no one dared to mess with them, even though they weren’t a big sect.
The Teng Family Stock Exchange provides a place for farmers to trade. At the beginning of every month, the Teng Family City is very crowded.
In a place with many people, there will naturally be a lot of conflict. Sometimes, people will fight when they meet. Therefore, the ancestor of the Teng family, Teng Xingsen, established a rule that fighting was not allowed in the city.
Everyone in the city was forbidden to fight.
When the order came out, everyone in the city obeyed, especially after Teng Xingsen personally went out and killed several Core Formation cultivators.
On this day, two rainbows flew across the sky toward the Teng Family’s city. One of them said, “Wang Lin, flying is prohibited in this city, so we must walk from here.”
The two are Wang Lin and Zhang Hu.
Wang Lin’s gaze swept across the Teng Family City before him. This city wasn’t large. To be honest, it was more like a town than a city.
Outside the city stood two Teng Family retainers who greeted travelers with smiles and handed out tokens.
Wang Lin extended his divine sense and immediately knew that both of them were at the 3rd layer, like Zhang Hu.
Seeing the long line leading into the city, Wang Lin was in no hurry. He examined everyone in line and discovered that everyone was a cultivator, but the strongest was only at the 13th layer.
After a long time, just as Wang Lin and Zhang Hu were about to arrive at the gate, a figure suddenly appeared in the distance. The figure exuded an extremely strong aura. Wang Lin exuded his divine sense and was stunned. This person was not old at all, only about 30 years old, but had already reached the Foundation Formation stage.
This person arrived at the gate quickly. He waved his hand, creating a wind that blew everyone away. Those with lower cultivations were sent rolling to the ground.
Zhang Hu would have also fallen if Wang Lin hadn’t caught him quickly.
Wang Lin was also knocked back several steps. His expression remained indifferent, as he stared coldly at the person.
The man snorted coldly and walked toward the gate. He tossed a token, and the two guards became extremely respectful. One of them even followed the man into the city.
Zhang Hu revealed an envious expression and asked, “What cultivation level is that person at, to be able to possess such great power with just a wave of his sleeve?”
Wang Lin said lightly, “Foundation Establishment.”
When it was their turn to enter the city, Zhang Hu immediately handed over two low-grade spirit stones and the two of them entered the city.
Zhang Hu had been here many times before. He led Wang Lin around the city before paying two mid-grade spirit stones to get them a room.
Zhang Hu smiled at Wang Lin. “We don’t have much money left. I hope this 500-year-old ginseng sells well. We’ll split the profits evenly.”
The two talked for a while before returning to their own rooms.
Wang Lin returned to his room and sat cross-legged. He took out Master Zhang Hu’s flying sword and sword sheath. After looking at it for a while, his eyes lit up and he threw the flying sword into the air. He formed a seal with his hand and pointed at the flying sword. Golden light flew out of the flying sword. Then, the flying sword suddenly moved as if it had come to life and tried to fly away.
Just as the sword shot toward the center of the room, it seemed to hit an invisible wall. It changed direction and shot forward again, but stopped once more. After shooting in several directions, the flying sword stopped, let out a hum, and shot toward Wang Lin.
Wang Lin’s expression was calm as he took out a life-saving treasure and sent out a golden symbol. The flying sword seemed to fear the symbol, so it retreated.
Wang Lin waved his right hand, and the golden symbols began to revolve around Wang Lin’s body. The sword didn’t seem to dare to attack Wang Lin anymore and began to rush around the room wildly and faster.
Wang Lin didn’t even blink. He spat out spiritual power to surround the flying sword. The flying sword suddenly disappeared and reappeared in front of the door, about to charge out.
At that moment, the flying sword turned from black to blue and its hum became much weaker.
Without a word, Wang Lin pointed with his right hand and the golden symbol charged towards the flying sword.
The sword’s hum revealed a hint of fear as it retreated as the golden symbol drew closer. Then, the sword suddenly disappeared again and reappeared near the window.
The sword’s color suddenly changed from blue to green. It now looked exactly as it did before it was sheathed.
Wang Lin’s eyes swept across the room. He realized that the sword’s teleportation ability had something to do with its color. Without a master, its teleportation seemed to consume a lot of spiritual power.
Situ Nan said softly, “The more consciousness a treasure has, the harder it is to refine it. Even after killing its master, it will still take a lot of effort to make it your own treasure.”
Wang Lin narrowed his eyes. He knew that this flying sword had consciousness and even possessed teleportation abilities. The harder it was to refine, the more he wanted to make it his own.
Seeing the flying sword about to escape, Wang Lin waved his hand, and two golden symbols flew out. The golden symbols blocked the flying sword’s path and were positioned so that even if the sword teleported again, it wouldn’t be able to escape.