"Darling, can you really fly?" Cao Wuxin asked, her face sweet with affection, in a secluded spot on the mountain.
"How could I? It's a martial technique of mine," Tang Wen said, shaking his head. In truth, he had just used a clever trick.
He had released his Telekinesis Thread and tied it to a nearby pillar to hold himself in place. That was how he had stayed in the air for so long.
Otherwise, he would have fallen long ago.
Even his final walk had relied on shooting out his Telekinesis Thread, tying it to a tree outside, and pulling himself along.
"Then will you teach me?" Cao Wuxin looked eager.
"Your cultivation isn't strong enough," Tang Wen had no choice but to lie.
"Forget it, then." Cao Wuxin looked crestfallen.
"If you really want to fly, I'll take you," Tang Wen said.
"You really can fly?" Cao Wuxin was stunned again.
"Don't be surprised when you see it." With a thought, Tang Wen activated the Heavenly Insect. A pair of wings sprang out, and he carried Cao Wuxin into the sky.
"Ah..." Cao Wuxin nearly fainted with delighted surprise.
I'm flying! Flying, flying...
Tang Wen was pleased with himself too, flying beyond the mountain under cover of night.
The next day, the second round, the battle of the top thirty-six, began.
There was only one arena this time, but a strange phenomenon occurred.
Nine out of ten people matched against Tang Wen chose to forfeit outright. The only one who refused to believe it was sent straight off the platform by Tang Wen.
Finally, he faced Yang Guxue.
The two met like a comet striking the earth. Everyone eagerly awaited the sparks they would throw off.
"Tang Wen, do you dare fight me with weapons?" On the platform,