Flying Sword Miles Slay Great Demon

Just like that, a great disaster was nipped in the bud.

Otherwise, if the Founder's Shrine were destroyed, it would certainly have caused a massive uproar within the Feathering Sect.

Although Lin Xiaoyao would not be blamed, he had been lying low here for ten years and had developed an attachment to the place. Moreover, it was a truly remote, quiet, and comfortable spot for checking in.

If it were gone, where would he find a place to settle?

Lin Xiaoyao naturally could not allow such a thing to happen.

That fellow truly had the guts of a bear; he actually dared to come to his territory to stir up trouble.

Lin Xiaoyao glanced at the demon cultivator he had just finished off and snapped his fingers lightly.

Instantly, the corpse weathered into sand and merged with the night, as if it had never appeared in this world at all.

"This matter isn't over yet. As long as the Black Python Demon King lives, he will be a hidden danger sooner or later."

Faced with his sage-like might, the demon cultivator had known he was doomed and dared not lie or conceal anything.

He had clearly recounted the cause and effect.

It was actually quite simple.

A certain demon king held a blood feud against the Feathering Sect.

Well, it was a matter from several thousand years ago.

Back then, a certain big shot of the Feathering Sect had roamed the world with a sword, subduing demons and devils, and had slain many evil spirits.

However, there were inevitably some who slipped through the net.

For instance, a small black snake from back then had somehow consumed some exotic fruit, obtained an astonishing immortal destiny, and was now a high-level demon of the Profound Realm, known as the Black Python Demon King.

With his cultivation increased, the fellow had become restless and actually wanted to come and take revenge on the Feathering Sect.

However, the opponent was cautious and had first sent a subordinate skilled in concealment to scout the path.

Thus, today's scene had unfolded.

"The fool who wanted to stir up trouble at the Founder's Shrine has already been dealt with, but the demon king is still alive. Although he has suffered a setback, he may not necessarily give up."

Lin Xiaoyao muttered to himself, as if analyzing the situation: "Hmph, there is a saying that one can guard against a thief for a thousand days, but there is no such thing as a thief who keeps trying for a thousand days."

"It seems I must find a way to eliminate this hidden danger, otherwise, he will come here to cause trouble again."

It didn't matter if he came to bother the Feathering Sect, but Lin Xiaoyao was worried about collateral damage, which would affect his grand plan of lying low here, checking in every day, and being a happy slacker.

Therefore, the danger had to be removed.

The hidden threat had to be nipped in the bud.

But the problem was, how to eliminate it?

Should he find an opportunity to send an anonymous letter to the Sect Master to report the situation?

No, no, Lin Xiaoyao shook his head. That would only alert the enemy, and might even bring about greater variables.

He remembered clearly that last time, he had casually told a pear tree to bloom, which had triggered unimaginable consequences within the sect.

Even now, the fairies in the sect still had stars in their eyes whenever they spoke of that mysterious immortal.

Many disciples also liked to practice under the fruit trees, and the pear tree was considered the best of them all.

One such butterfly effect was enough!

So, it was better not to disturb the Sect Master; he should find a way to solve this trouble quietly himself.

However, that Black Python Mountain was ten thousand miles away...

And Lin Xiaoyao did not want to make a long-distance raid, nor did he want to go out right now. He was just a small cultivator, and it was safer and more comfortable to lie low in the sect.

Fine, he admitted he was actually just lazy.

So what should he do next?

Lin Xiaoyao looked up and glanced ahead. About ten steps in front of him stood a large locust tree.

The tree cast dancing shadows, and its branches and leaves were very dense.

"You'll do."

A hint of a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of Lin Xiaoyao's mouth.

Then he walked slowly forward and came to the side of the locust tree.

He reached out his right hand, gently stroked the huge trunk of the locust tree, and smiled: "Old locust tree, old locust tree, while I clean the Founder's Shrine, I've often watered you in my spare time. As the saying goes, a drop of water in need should be repaid with a gushing spring. Would you mind doing me a favor now?"

Lin Xiaoyao used a tone of negotiation, as if he were not facing a huge locust tree, but an old friend he was very familiar with.

I don't know when, but the moonlight became clear. Even though there was no wind, the branches began to tremble, causing the leaves to rustle, as if they were truly responding to him.

Lin Xiaoyao smiled and patted the trunk: "You agreed. Knowing how to repay kindness, you are indeed a good tree."

"How about this, lend me one of your branches. You don't need to give much, just three feet long will do."

"Snap."

No sooner had the words left his lips than the branches overhead suddenly snapped off, despite the lack of wind, and fell perfectly into Lin Xiaoyao's palm.

Lin Xiaoyao examined the gnarled branch; it was about three feet long, upright and straight.

He couldn't help but clap his hands and laugh, "Truly a fine branch."

Although it possessed not a shred of spiritual power and was merely a piece of ordinary wood, what did that matter?

Lin Xiaoyao toyed with it for a moment before running his hand over it. Wood shavings fell away, dissolving into the night, and in his hand, a wooden sword had appeared.

The sword was not antique in appearance; it looked entirely unremarkable.

It was even somewhat crude!

It looked as if it had been crafted by a carpenter's apprentice; let alone being used to slay demons and subdue devils, it might even be rejected if given to a child as a toy.

"Sigh, for a first attempt, this craftsmanship is truly a bit..."

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head.

Though he sighed, his eyes showed he didn't really care.

It was just a wooden sword; why bother with fine carving? As long as it had the general shape and could be used, that was enough.

He then picked up the wooden sword and studied his handiwork.

Although it was a bit rough, he was barely satisfied.

Qin Yan stroked the blade, knowing that the upcoming task of slaying demons and subduing devils to eliminate his hidden threats would depend on it.

As for what to do next?

That was nothing to fret over; after all, he had already given his "Word of Power" a trial run.

Should he look solemn, project an imposing aura, and command it to slay demons?

Lin Xiaoyao shook his head.

How boring would that be?

Although it sounded impressive, he was the only one here. Showing off without an audience was completely meaningless.

So...

He lifted the Locust Wood Immortal Sword, laid it flat on his palm, and smiled as he instructed, "You are now a mature immortal sword; you must learn to slay demons and eliminate devils on your own."

The moment the words fell.

Hum!

The air vibrated.

The immortal sword, carved from a mere piece of ordinary locust wood, suddenly took flight on its own.

It turned its blade toward Qin Yan and dipped it gently, as if bowing in respect.

"Alright, go on. Don't disappoint me!"

Lin Xiaoyao nodded with a smile, clearly very satisfied with the result.

An ordinary "Word of Power" could not achieve this, but when combined with his Saintly Fruit Status, he could turn decay into magic.

Thus, the incredible miracle before his eyes was born!

Hum...

The air vibrated once more.

Then, the Locust Wood Immortal Sword transformed into a streak of light, shot into the sky, and pierced the clouds.

In an instant, it reached the nine heavens, harnessing the power of the gale winds to travel at extreme speeds, covering a thousand miles in a blink—it was impossibly fast.