Yue Guan: How Did He Fly?!

After the two separated, Yue Guan stared at the dark blue longsword in disbelief.

This soul skill was ridiculously powerful.

Not only could it freeze his Soul Power, it could even pierce through a Soul Power shield!

One had to know, he was a Title Douluo.

Even if he released only a trace of Soul Power for defense, it was not something a Soul Elder could possibly shake.

"Kid, tell me quickly—what exactly is going on with your third soul skill?"

Jiang Liang took a deep breath and smiled. "My third soul skill, Swift Blade Piercing Clouds, can increase both my movement speed and attack speed by four times for three seconds."

"During that time, the attack power of my Martial Soul, the Cold Moon Sword, is also doubled, and it gains an armor-piercing effect."

"That's all."

"So that's how it is!"

Only then did Yue Guan come to a sudden realization.

A fourfold increase in speed for three seconds, doubled Martial Soul attack power, plus an armor-piercing effect.

No wonder it had broken through his shield just now.

Thinking of this, he could not help but sigh with emotion.

"With this soul skill, combined with your first two soul skills, you're practically unbeatable."

"Even a high-level Soul Ancestor would certainly lose as long as you landed a hit."

However, Jiang Liang seemed somewhat dissatisfied.

"Only Soul Ancestors? I thought I could fight Soul Kings now."

The corner of Yue Guan's mouth twitched slightly as he grabbed Jiang Liang's head and shook it.

"You really aren't humble at all, kid."

"Do you know how difficult it is for a Soul Elder to fight a Soul King?"

"You're so amazing—why don't you just fly into the sky?"

Jiang Liang merely snorted dismissively.

"How would I know if I don't try?"

As he spoke, his eyes shifted around, and he suddenly smiled.

"How about we go try it at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena?"

"You really do come up with whatever idea pops into your head!"

Yue Guan looked at him in surprise.

The Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena? It was not impossible.

Although this kid was only seven, with the strength of a Soul Elder, there probably would not be many opponents for him at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

It would also be a good chance to observe the kid's true strength.

Then he could report it to His Holiness the Pope.

With that thought, he immediately took Jiang Liang away from the Extreme North.

The carriage sped all the way toward Heaven Dou City.

Jiang Liang looked through the window at the Extreme North gradually receding into the distance and sighed softly.

What a pity. He had not encountered the flower-like sisters Shui Bing'er and Shui Yue'er this time.

It seemed he would have to go to Skywater Academy to see them again.

Jiang Liang withdrew his gaze and immersed his mind in his Sea of Consciousness.

"Fairy Sister, can you teach me Sword Flight now?"

Sword Mother slowly rose to her feet and smiled indulgently. "All right. Since you want to learn, I'll teach you."

"Sword Flight is the simplest technique within the Imperial Sword Technique."

"Use Sword Qi as the driving force and a Flying Sword as a vessel, and you may walk through the air."

Jiang Liang listened with great focus, his eyes wide open, afraid of missing a single word Sword Mother said.

As he silently memorized the Sword Flight incantations and mental techniques, he compared them with the circulation route of his own Sword Qi.

Every now and then, he softly asked about a detail or two, looking obedient and eager to learn.

Sword Mother smiled, then carefully explained everything to him word by word.

From regulating his breath to guiding Sword Intent, she explained it all with perfect clarity.

For a time, the Sea of Consciousness contained only her gentle voice of instruction and the figure of the boy listening intently, peaceful and warm.

Sword Mother said softly, "This technique may seem simple, but it still requires a stable foundation. Your mind must become one with the Flying Sword, and there can be no impatience whatsoever."

"Your cultivation is still shallow, and your Sword Qi has yet to become vast and powerful. If you force yourself to fly high or travel far, you will only damage your foundation."

"Rather than rushing for results, you should first commit the method to memory."

"When your realm advances further in the future, you will naturally be able to fly higher and farther."

"Okay, I'll remember that!"

Jiang Liang nodded forcefully, looking down at the Cold Moon Sword Martial Soul in his arms, his eyes full of anticipation.

He did not rush to try Sword Flight. Instead, he first practiced Qi Refinement, strengthening the Sword Qi in his Qi Sea.

Only when they stopped to rest that night did he begin following Sword Mother's method and make his first attempt at Sword Flight.

Night had fallen over the wilderness forest.

The campfire crackled, illuminating the surrounding area brightly.

After Jiang Liang had eaten his fill, he began cultivating.

With a buzz—

The Cold Moon Sword swiftly rose into the air, hovering there as it trembled lightly. Strands of condensed Sword Qi coiled around its icy blue blade.

Yue Guan, who was sitting on the carriage beside him gnawing on dry rations, immediately widened his eyes as if he had seen a ghost!

No, what was this kid doing?

How was that Martial Soul flying by itself?

What happened next seemed even more incomprehensible to him.

He did not even notice his dry rations falling to the ground.

Jiang Liang gave a light leap and actually landed steadily on the flat of the sword!

When he first stepped on it, he had not yet found his balance, and the blade swayed slightly.

Jiang Liang immediately focused his mind and adjusted his breathing, steadying himself along the pull of the Sword Qi.

The next moment, the Cold Moon Sword slowly carried him into the air.

He really—flew!

Yue Guan's mouth fell wide open at the sight.

He sprang up from the carriage, his wide robes flapping loudly in the wind, even causing the carriage beneath him to sway three times.

"No, how did this kid start flying just by standing on a sword?!"

"Isn't he only a Soul Elder?"

The requirements for a Soul Master to fly were extremely demanding.

Either one had to be a Title Douluo, or one's Martial Soul had to possess flight ability, with a flight-type soul skill as well.

Otherwise, one could only rely on an External Soul Bone.

Just like His Holiness the Pope. Although his Martial Soul itself did not possess flight ability—

With the External Soul Bone, the Six-Winged Purple Light Wings, he could still fly.

It was not as though Yue Guan had never seen Sword Flight before.

Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, also relied on his third soul skill, Sword Wings Like Flight, to fly.

But what did Jiang Liang have?

He was neither a Title Douluo, nor did his Martial Soul and soul skills possess flight ability, nor did he have an External Soul Bone.

So how was he flying?

Yue Guan watched Jiang Liang stride through the air atop his sword, his throat bobbing several times.

Just how many more shocks did this kid still have in store for him?

"Ohu~~~~~~"

Jiang Liang let out a delighted shout, leaning forward slightly as he controlled the Cold Moon Sword to circle low through the night.

The evening wind lifted the hem of his clothes, while the icy blue blade beneath his feet carried him steadily across the night sky.

So this was Sword Flight!

I did it!

I finally did it!

Jiang Liang was so excited that his foot slipped, and he nearly fell off the Flying Sword.

He hurriedly urged his Sword Qi to stabilize the blade, fumbling for a long while before barely regaining his footing. His face still carried some lingering embarrassment from the fright.

"That was close. I almost fell."

He chuckled, then controlled the Flying Sword and continued forward.

One hundred meters!

Two hundred meters!

Five hundred meters!

When he reached nearly a thousand meters, he suddenly felt an emptiness in his Qi Sea.

His Sword Qi had been exhausted!

Jiang Liang's heart jolted. Before he could react, he crashed to the ground along with the sword.

"Ow!"

Yue Guan's heart skipped a beat at the sight, and he hurriedly rushed over.

Sword Mother also anxiously called out within his Sea of Consciousness, "Xiao Liang, are you all right?"

"I'm fine. My nose just hurts a little from the fall." Jiang Liang climbed up from the ground and rubbed his faintly aching nose.

Sword Mother softly sighed at that and said gently, "It's good that you're fine, but Xiao Liang, you must be more careful in the future."

Jiang Liang chuckled. "I know. It was my first time, so I got excited."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Yue Guan arrive beside him and pull him up from the ground.

"Kid, are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

Jiang Liang smiled and waved his hand. "Don't worry, Uncle. Other than a little pain, there's nothing wrong."

As he spoke, he moved his arms and legs on the spot.

Seeing how lively he was, Yue Guan finally sighed in relief.

"You little brat, you nearly scared me to death!"