The Flying Sword had been shooting straight at Tang Changsheng. Less than a mile away, it suddenly veered and plunged into the woods.
Cracks rang out without end. Wherever the sword light passed, trees that had grown for decades, even a century, snapped one after another.
"Phew..."
Tang Changsheng let out a soft breath. "Good thing that wasn't a sword controlled by a Primordial Spirit. Otherwise, my trick wouldn't have worked at all!"
When Tang Changsheng first saw the Flying Sword shooting toward him from miles away, his heart had gone cold. He had taken it for a sword controlled by a Primordial Spirit—an attack equivalent to a personal strike from a Yin Spirit master, delivered with the devastatingly sharp Flying Sword.
He would not even have had a chance to flee, let alone save himself with a little trick of substituting a plum for a peach.
But the Flying Sword had been lured away. That meant it was no sword controlled by a Primordial Spirit. Whether it tracked a divided thought or sensed his Qi Mechanism, his little trick could fool it.
Most likely, it sensed his Qi Mechanism!
At once, Tang Changsheng drew in every trace of his Qi Mechanism and sealed every pore on his body. Even his Heavenly Heart Primordial Spirit ceased its fluctuations and withdrew into his Sea of Consciousness.
Had anyone been able to see it, they would have found that the spiritual glow around him had faded to that of an ordinary person.
Sure enough, the Flying Sword turned and nimbly rose into the air again. Below it, tree after tree continued to fall...
The Flying Sword circled twice, as though puzzled that it could no longer sense Tang Changsheng's Qi Mechanism. After one more circuit, it flew back the way it had