Three Days Later, and Wudang's Cloud-Treading Vertical Leap

"Could you stay a few days before leaving? It would let me play the proper host, and it would sound better if word got out."

The Qianyuan Sect Master was sincere. The other party had only just arrived, his seat barely warm, and now he was already leaving the mountain again. It would not look good if word spread.

Besides, the sun outside the window was already about to set. Leaving the mountain now would look even worse.

Chen Xiaofan turned to glance at the sky, then nodded. "All right. I'll stay for three days."

After all, he had learned that sect's powerful internal cultivation method. Refusing them to their face now would make it hard for them to save face.

That evening, the Qianyuan Sect Master laid out a banquet in the inner hall, welcoming Chen Xiaofan and treating him with the utmost hospitality.

In the blink of an eye,

three days had passed.

Chen Xiaofan's strength had risen greatly once more, and his cultivation had completely stabilized, solid as bedrock.

That was because Li Daoyi had prepared many spiritual pills and wondrous medicines for him, allowing him to firmly consolidate his foundation.

At the same time, Li Daoyi had personally taught him step by step, deepening his understanding of the Qianyuan Gong.

It turned out that the Qianyuan Gong had one final move, a trump card kept at the bottom of the chest, one that was ordinarily never passed on.

This move was on the final page of the Qianyuan Gong. It had been torn out and stored separately. Unless someone was being groomed as the next sect master, it would be taught separately to them; otherwise, there was absolutely no chance.

Beyond that, Li Daoyi had also brought out the scriptures left behind by the Qianyuan Sect's founding patriarch and patiently explained them to Chen Xiaofan line by line.

It was a thick tome, its yellowed pages ancient and elegant, as thick as a dictionary.

Thanks to his Heaven-Defying Comprehension, Chen Xiaofan rapidly grasped everything, even drawing inferences from one instance to another. Li Daoyi was delighted beyond measure.

Li Daoyi now felt as though he had discovered a new continent. The joy in his heart was beyond words.

You have learned the final page of "Qianyuan Gong," analyzed its essence, extracted its core, and created the Qianyuan Internal and External Arts!

You have studied the scriptures left behind by the Qianyuan Sect's founding patriarch, thoroughly comprehended them, and fused them into Po Jun Swordplay!

You have fused Po Jun Swordplay with the Thunderclap Sword, successfully obtaining an even more powerful sword art—Thunder Po Jun Windfire Sword! Its power has increased tremendously!

Three days was not much time—one could even say it was very little—but Chen Xiaofan's gains were considerable. Not only had his strength risen greatly, he had also created new cultivation arts. It was a tremendous improvement and a tremendous harvest!

"Sect Master, the three days are up. It's time for me to leave."

That morning, Chen Xiaofan rose early and came to the main hall to bid Li Daoyi farewell.

Over those three days of contact, he had found the man to be a kind-hearted old soul, as benevolent as a grandfather.

But he was terribly afraid of his wife.

Li Daoyi's wife was an old woman in her sixties. Every day, she stood with her hands on her hips, cursing and ranting. Many disciples would hurry far away the moment they heard her voice.

As for him, the instant he heard his wife's voice, his whole body would shudder as if struck by lightning. He would stand frozen in place, too frightened to move.

"Very well. In recent years, the Qianyuan Sect has withered in talent. If the day ever comes when we face the calamity of sect destruction, I hope you will lend us a hand!" Li Daoyi clasped his hands, speaking reluctantly.

Though sect-destruction calamities were relatively rare, they were not unheard of. The Canghai Sect was one such example.

Li Daoyi feared that if he passed away one day, there would be no pillar left in the sect. If a powerful enemy came knocking then, the consequences would be unthinkable.

"Please rest assured, Sect Master." Chen Xiaofan naturally knew to repay kindness.

With nothing else to do, he turned and left.

"Wait," Li Daoyi suddenly said with concern. "It would not be proper for you to go down the mountain like this. Mount Wudang is a long way from here, and walking all that distance would wear you out. Two days ago, I already sent someone down the mountain to buy you a fine horse. It can travel a hundred li a day. Come, bring out the horse."

A disciple immediately led over a white horse from outside. It was tall and majestic, an imposing steed.

Chen Xiaofan took one look and immediately determined that the horse was exceedingly valuable.

It seemed Li Daoyi truly was a good man.

But he did not need it. He appreciated the man's goodwill.

"Why should the Sect Master spend so much? I can simply fly there."

Chen Xiaofan spoke lightly, then drew his longsword. With a swish, he rose into the air on his sword.

In an instant, a figure shot into the sky, leaving only a trail of white radiance with the charm of an immortal in its wake!

"What?!"

Li Daoyi was thunderstruck, his face changing in shock!

He nearly fell from his chair!

That person... could actually fly?

"Sect Master, Sect Master! Could this senior brother be the reincarnation of an immortal?!" The disciple holding the horse was also aghast, his expression changing sharply as he cried out in shock!

Li Daoyi's eyes were wide as saucers, unable to believe it!

What kind of person did one have to be to achieve Sword Riding Flight?!

Once he came back to his senses, his heart was filled with boundless relief. Thankfully, he had latched onto a powerful patron!

Half a day later, Chen Xiaofan stood aboard a small boat as the boatman worked the oars, taking him toward the far bank of the great river.

Although Sword Riding Flight was exhilarating, Chen Xiaofan sometimes wanted to enjoy the feeling of traveling by boat as well.

Soon, they reached the opposite shore. After paying the fare, Chen Xiaofan continued on his journey.

Nothing happened along the way. His travels were peaceful, carefree, and unrestrained.

At night, he found inns to stay in; by day, he continued onward. His days were incomparably free.

That day, Chen Xiaofan was flying through the air when he suddenly spotted a figure rushing ahead at incredible speed, as though aided by the gods!

His eyes lit up, and he blurted out, "Cloud-Treading Vertical Leap!"

The Lightness Skill the other person was using was none other than Wudang's Cloud-Treading Vertical Leap!