Sword riding was every cultivator's dream.
Especially those in the Qi Refining Stage.
In the eyes of Qi Refining Stage disciples, only those who could stand upon a flying sword and travel a thousand miles in an instant deserved to be called immortals.
"Let me try!"
Brimming with excitement, Xu Kunlun waved his hand.
"Expand..."
A tiny flying sword instantly grew to three feet long, then settled in the air before him.
Xu Kunlun stepped onto it. With a flick of his divine sense, he shot more than a dozen yards forward with a boom.
Then...
Bang...
Man and sword swept through the gates of Yu Ning Palace and slammed into a towering ancient tree outside.
Rustle...
Branches and leaves shuddered overhead, sending dead twigs and bark raining to the ground.
Xu Kunlun, meanwhile, crouched on the ground clutching his head, crying out in pain, "Ah... it hurts... it hurts so much..."
Yu Ning led the others out of the palace, scolding him as she went. "Why didn't that fall knock you dead... rushing around like your hair's on fire! Couldn't you let me finish speaking?"
"Waaah..."
Xu Kunlun sat on the ground with his head in his hands.
Yu Ning's heart softened again. She walked over and rubbed his head a couple of times. "Feeling better?"
"Much better!" Xu Kunlun said.
"All right, let me finish. When will you ever cure yourself of this impatience? Heavens!" Yu Ning took a deep breath. "Once you reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, your divine sense can extend over a radius of a hundred yards. Then you can learn the [Sword-Riding Technique]!"
"Only after you've learned the Sword-Riding Technique can you fly on a sword!"
Xu Kunlun pulled a long face. "Master, why didn't you say so sooner?"
"You could have given me