In a Hurry

Now that Fang Qing had returned to the sect, he naturally went back to using the Taoyao Sword.

In truth, he could have taken out the White Dragon Sword now without much trouble. He could simply say he had found it during a chance encounter outside.

With As If in the Calculation shielding him, the Mount Shu elders could not calculate the truth. Or rather, whatever he told them would be exactly what they calculated—

Besides, a peerless flying sword like that carried a weighty burden of causality. It had not been handed down by their own masters, and they might not dare take it even if he gave it to them. With a proper flying sword and a cultivation level that now just about qualified him as a Sword Immortal, Fang Qing flew at tremendous speed.

He let out a long cry and became one with his sword. The Taoyao Sword split the air before him, sending him hurtling onward.

He was about to head to the sword platform to find Shen Yanqiu when a dragon's cry suddenly rang through the nine heavens.

A dazzling sword-light appeared, many times more brilliant than the Taoyao Sword in his hand, with a keen, murderous aura within it.

Whoosh!

Inside a cave residence, Tu Yushu of the Dragon-Slaying Sword let out a long cry. Man and sword became one as he shot into the clouds, his baleful aura already showing the first signs of mastery!

"Haha! Clouds sealed beneath my sleeve hold autumn in ten thousand ravines; thunder stirs within my scabbard and makes ghosts and gods grieve. Ten years honed this frost-cold edge; once it passes through the gate, blood will cover the hills."

Tu Yushu stood tall and straight, his voice carrying far into the distance.

"Congratulations, junior brother, on