Leaving the Sect to Roam

A spirited young man strolled along the mountain path, a sword hanging at his waist. His blue robe gleamed, his figure tall and slender, like a jade tree beside jeweled steps.

This young man was none other than Jiang Yang.

"Senior Bai, when do you think I'll be able to fly on my sword?"

Jiang Yang asked inwardly as he walked.

Bai Tang nestled inside the sword, replying in a languid tone:

"That's simple. Once you can make your Sword Qi as fine as a thread, you'll be able to soar on your sword."

"Ah..."

Jiang Yang let out a sigh, thinking that Senior Bai could certainly talk without feeling the strain himself.

Though only a little over half a month had passed, his progress had been far from slow. He could already release and retract his Sword Qi at will.

But he still had some way to go before attaining Bai Tang's absurd degree of control, condensing Sword Qi into strands as fine as hair.

Making Sword Qi as fine as a thread improved its purity and a cultivator's control over it. Even leaving sword flight aside, mastering it would give him formidable killing power in combat.

He had also only recently learned that, contrary to his imagination, sword flight did not involve standing on the blade. Instead, the cultivator's body joined with the sword, guiding it through powerful control over Sword Qi.

When Jiang Yang first raised the question, Bai Tang had even knocked him on the head and scolded him for being disrespectful, actually wanting to tread on him.

Throughout the cultivation world, apart from Flying Boats and similar mystic artifacts, no one had ever been seen flying with an artifact beneath their feet. That was simply too foolish.

"I'm here, I'm here!"

Just as Jiang Yang's