Your Immortal Cultivation World Is Not In Good Taste.

Chapter 4: Journey in the Clouds

Heavenly Mirror Sect, northwest side.

Wu You was walking along a quiet path, passing through the bamboo forest.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps between the bamboo leaves, casting scattered golden spots on the ground. The sound of rustling leaves filled the air, and the fragrance of the earth and the refreshing scent of bamboo wafted into his nostrils...

His steps were light, and he hummed a tune that no one in this world had ever heard before. His fingers brushed against the green bamboo nodes by his side, feeling a slight coolness.

At the end of the path stood a courtyard made of blue bricks and black tiles, with an elegant design, nestled in the forest.

This place was secluded, with no other buildings within a few miles. It could be considered a tranquil environment, undisturbed by anyone.

He personally chose this place to live.

On the day he became a disciple, Jiang Bing led him through the bamboo forest, stepping on a layer of soft fallen leaves that were an inch thick. At first sight, he decided to live here.

He pushed open the courtyard door.

Inside the small courtyard, there was only a stone table, two bamboo chairs, and a small well in the corner.

He pulled up the well rope, fetched a bucket of water, and then went inside to get tea leaves and tea utensils. He sat at the stone table and brewed himself a pot of tea.

He didn't need to light a fire. By simply pressing his two fingers together on the teapot, the water in the pot would boil in a few moments.

It was the basic application of spiritual power nature.

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After brewing the tea, Wu You took out the book "Basic Sword Technique" from the storage ring on his hand and slowly flipped through it on the table.

"To control the spirit with qi, and let the qi reside in the sword..."

He softly recited the sword technique from the book.

There was no bird song in the bamboo forest, only the sound of the wind rustling through the bamboo leaves.

...

After a while, a sharp sword sound suddenly broke the silence!

"Zheng!"

A flying sword shot up into the sky.

Wu You stood in the courtyard, circled his fingertips, and the sword in the sky swiftly returned. With a "clang" sound, it perfectly sheathed back into its scabbard.

He patted the scabbard and sighed.

"Ah... still not enough."

It was the sound of the sword breaking through the air.

Although it sounded good, it shouldn't actually exist.

Taking arrows as an example, when they fly through the air, there should only be a light "whoosh" sound of breaking through the air.

The sword sound was actually caused by the lack of precision in manipulating spiritual power, resulting in high-frequency vibrations of the sword within a very small range—just like a tuning fork.

If it were just the sound, it would be fine, but the flying sword was something people stood on... standing on an iron tool that vibrated so lively...

It was uncomfortable.

Even the big feet of someone in the Foundation Building stage couldn't withstand such shaking.

Adjusting the flow of spiritual power in his mind, Wu You pressed his two fingers together, held his breath, and once again controlled the sword.

"Clang—"

This time, there was only a short sound of the sword being unsheathed, and then there was no more noise.

Done!

Wu You looked at the floating sword in the air and was very satisfied.

Activating the Sword Control Technique, with a slight movement of his mind, the long sword circled around him as if it had a spirit.

Taking a step onto the flying sword, the long sword only sank slightly and stopped steadily.

"Hahaha!!!"

He was very excited.

To soar like a bird was the dream of the people in his hometown for many years, and now he had achieved it.

Looking up, the blue sky was filled with ever-changing clouds.

It seemed to be inviting him to explore together.

Pouring his spiritual power, his feet firmly fixed on the sword, the patterns on the sword's body lit up with a faint light due to the abundant spiritual power.

In the next moment, a circle of dust was stirred up on the ground.

One person and one sword turned into a streak of light soaring into the sky!

...

The trail of the flying sword twisted and turned, and Wu You controlled the sword to create holes in the clouds.

Sometimes he stopped the sword technique and let his body fall from the top of the clouds...

When approaching the ground, he flew in an arc close to the ground, passing through the bamboo forest, causing the wind to blow the bamboo branches to one side.

...

It wasn't until the sky was filled with golden-red colors from the sunset, blending with his own figure, that Wu You landed back on the ground.

Throwing the sword aside, he lay down on the chair.

Resting his head on the back of the chair, he looked up at the sky he had been playing with for a long time, his eyes absent-minded, murmuring:

"This... is too awesome..."

It felt like skipping work after hanging up on the boss's call and going to play with a swing, roller coaster, surfing, skiing... one after another.

He finally felt that he was getting closer to the cultivator in his childhood fantasies, who could fly on a crane and wield a sword to defeat demons.

No dreams tonight.

...

The next day.

When Wu You flew leisurely on the flying sword and ascended Emerald Cloud Peak, Jiang Bing sprayed the tea in his mouth three feet away.

"It's not... You, You, explain it to your master again. How long did you practice to fly like this?"

"About two hours?"

Wu You tried to recall. As someone accustomed to being able to check the time at any moment in the modern world, he really had no sense of time since he came here.

He wasn't sure.

"Good! Great!!!"

Jiang Bing slapped his thigh.

"My disciple is truly gifted!"

He still remembered that when he himself was at the Foundation Building Stage, it took him more than half a month to barely make the sword float crookedly.

Actually, for cultivators with long lifespans, this amount of time was already quite short for practicing a spell. But when Wu You practiced any technique, he spent even less time than they did.

Oh no!! How can his insight be so good?

Thinking of this, Jiang Bing slapped his thigh again.

With a loud explosion, the cups and vases in the Cave Mansion shook three times.

In his excitement, he forgot to hold back his strength.

If it weren't for the fact that these things were not ordinary objects, they would have already been shattered on the ground.

Calming his mind with the technique, Jiang Bing looked at Wu You with a burning gaze and said, "Ahem, Youyou, do you have any techniques you want to practice? Don't try to figure it out on your own, let me personally guide you!"

"Master."

But Wu You had already walked to the meditation cushion, sat down cross-legged, closed her eyes as usual, and began her daily practice of the Heavenly Qi Scripture.

"The practice of cultivation cannot be rushed. When the mind is calm, the path will naturally appear; when the mind is chaotic, the path will be difficult to discern."

"Alright, alright..."

Jiang Bing could only sit back on the cushion, but he didn't practice. He just closed his eyes and nurtured his spirit.

He had reached a bottleneck and couldn't make any progress.

And with Wu You's cultivation speed, even if she surpassed him, it wouldn't take more than a hundred years, which was just a blink of an eye for a cultivator at the Soul Formation Stage.

He didn't want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity because of that moment of closing his eyes.

...

Today was a clear and pleasant day.

Qiu Yunqing was in charge of cleaning the front hall this time.

He held a wet cloth and carefully wiped the last porcelain vase. This task was finally completed.

"Finally done."

He breathed a sigh of relief and put away the cleaning tools.

[Young Master...]

A thought came from the ring hanging on his chest.

[Don't talk to me.]

Qiu Yunqing responded with his thoughts, but he was not in a good mood.

[Young Master, you have to understand me.]

"I understand you?!"

With no one around, he couldn't help but blurt out, his tone full of embarrassment.

"Look at the techniques you've chosen! Senior Brother Wu must think I've read too many mortal books to choose such techniques!"

The voice of the old man in the ring sounded wronged:

[But... but the names of the powerful techniques in the past were really domineering!]

"Then can you come out and create an illusion? I've called you so many times!"

[This... cough...]

The old man had nothing to say. He had a feeling that the Foundation Building Stage disciple from the Heavenly Mirror Sect had already seen through him, making his spirit body stand on end.

But he had no evidence, and when he came back to his senses, he felt more like it was his own illusion.

[Young Master... I'm sorry, please calm down...]

"I'll spare you for now, but don't let it happen again!"

Qiu Yunqing was already on his way to the management pavilion, and after registering, it was the free practice time for the miscellaneous disciples.

...

The rooms for the miscellaneous disciples were very small.

There was only a set of wooden table and chairs and a bed, and that was all that could fit.

Qiu Yunqing sat cross-legged on the bed, circulating the "Peerless Dragon Emperor's Infinite Technique" he had obtained from the Sutra Pavilion. A layer of golden light enveloped him, giving off a divine and extraordinary aura.

According to Qin Yu, the spirit in the ring, this technique was a derivative of an ancient technique. Although its effects couldn't compare to the original, it was still far superior to the current techniques.

There were faint patterns appearing on the walls and door, indicating that Qin Yu had set up restrictions to prevent sudden intrusions and to show the extraordinary nature of this technique.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

Scales gradually appeared on Qiu Yunqing's skin, and his face showed signs of pain.

"Old Qin..."

He called out in pain.

A black-haired old man quickly condensed from the ring on the table. This was Qin Yu, the spirit servant sealed in the ring by the Qiu family.

Qin Yu quickly approached Qiu Yunqing and lightly touched his brow with his finger, forcibly suppressing the scales.

Qin Yu's spirit body looked serious. "It happened so quickly..."

On the bed, Qiu Yunqing finally recovered, panting heavily and sweating profusely. He looked up and asked, "What's going on?"

Qin Yu frowned and explained, "This Peerless Dragon Emperor's Infinite Technique can give the practitioner a physical strength and spiritual power density far beyond the same realm. However, each level of cultivation requires the assistance of the blood of a dragon-like Demonic Beast. I was planning to gather some dragon blood myself in a while."

At this point, Qin Yu shook his head.

"But I didn't expect that the Young Master would be so compatible with this technique, and his body's demand for Dragon Race bloodline would erupt so quickly."

Qiu Yunqing rubbed his forehead. "What should we do then?"

He didn't want to experience the pain and the feeling of his consciousness being invaded again.

"Leave tomorrow, leave the sect, and find a Jiao Beast to kill."

...

Jiang Bing was dumbfounded.

This afternoon, it was supposed to be Wu You's time to practice the "Mountain-Breaking Sword Technique" that he had arranged for her, but he insisted on personally guiding her.

So...

At the Heart Reflection Cliff of the Heavenly Mirror Sect, Jiang Bing was now looking up at the northern sky at a forty-five-degree angle.

His eyes were empty, and he muttered to himself.

"It can't be so soon... This can't be... It can't be like this..."

The Mountain-Breaking Sword Technique was intended to break through obstacles.

Not far away, a young man in white swung his sword.

A piece of black basalt over ten feet high broke apart with a sound.

The cut surface was as smooth as a mirror.

(End of this chapter)