"Whether it's true or not, won't you know once you let me refine some medicine? Why question it?"
Wang Ping looked at Zhang Yuan and spoke calmly.
"I did not mean to question you, Fellow Daoist. It was merely a normal inquiry. Even if you are not a Fourth Grade Alchemist, your cultivation alone would qualify you to become an elder of our Sword Spirit Sect." Zhang Yuan smiled and nodded, making an inviting gesture. "Fellow Daoist, would you accompany me to the Alchemy Chamber?"
"Sure." Wang Ping nodded.
"Sword Control Art: Spirit Gathering."
At once, Zhang Yuan raised two fingers, dazzling true essence fluctuations surging from them.
Then, a massive sword condensed from true essence appeared before everyone.
Looking at the white greatsword, the two mountain-guarding disciples both revealed expressions of worship and envy.
Generally speaking, only Spirit Origin Realm experts could fly through the air.
However, there were exceptions to everything.
The Sword Spirit Sect's sect-defending martial art, the Sword Control Art, could command ten thousand swords and could also be used to travel through the air. Even those in the Innate Realm, or even the Postnatal Realm, could use it to fly.
When used against enemies, its might was unmatched, and it allowed one to advance and retreat freely, giving it enormous advantages.
If they could learn it, not only would their combat strength be extraordinary, they would also be able to fly through the air—an incomparably impressive sight.
By then, what junior sister wouldn't they be able to catch?
Afterward, Zhang Yuan flew on his sword and vanished into the sky. Wang Ping also rose into the air and chased after him.
Seeing this, the two mountain-guarding disciples gaped, their faces filled with shock.
They had never imagined that Wang Ping, who looked so young, was