Flying Sword Gang
Hu Mang raised his head and looked at the large screen in front of him that displayed various flight schedules.
The large screen was split in two. The left side showed the various flight paths he remembered, while the right side displayed various names and cultivation levels, with the lowest being the Golden Core level.
"Private airline? So this is what private law is all about, like piloting a flying sword?"
Hu Mang had heard before that there was a policy to allow high-speed flights, but he didn't expect it to be done in this way.
It is not opened within a blessed land for spiritual practice, but rather to provide long-distance flights between blessed lands.
Is that how it's done?
"So, if I want to use a private flight route, I can just find any Golden Core cultivator?"
"For all cultivators possessing the ability of 'flying,' we will examine their qualifications, flying Spirit Artifact, Law Power strength, and physical condition and Law Power reserves before taking flight."
Similarly, we will also record your load capacity, cultivation level, and number of people involved.
Hu Mang glanced at the long queue of people boarding the plane and the various detection Law Artifact, then looked to the other side.
"So, can we switch from a public line to a private line now?"
"Of course," the server replied.
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"Your application has been submitted. Please wait in the private lounge for a moment, and someone will contact you shortly."
"Okay, but don't we need to check for lethal magical Law Artifact when using flying paths?" Hu Mang asked curiously.
The waiter hesitated for a moment, then finally smiled and said:
"Our flying frigate monks will provide relevant security checks and protection."
Hu Mang laughed heartily.
Although he was skeptical of Heavenly Gate Golden Core's martial prowess, no matter what, he was still a Golden Core cultivator, not someone Foundation Establishment cultivator could easily provoke.
Unless you're also a Golden Core.
In the lounge, Hu Mang glanced at his cheap father a few times.
The cheap old man remained very calm, even flipping through cultivation magazines in the lounge with great interest.
Judging by his appearance and demeanor, he is no different from a stranger.
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Hu Mang blinked, then noticed that the other man's white goatee seemed a bit too white, as did his hair.
"Brother Xiao, did you dye your hair?"
"Yeah, doesn't it give off a bit of an ancient sword immortal vibe?" Xiao Hu blinked, looking smug.
Hu Mang then realized that, judging by his appearance alone, this man was at most in his forties.
So this guy is actually cosplaying a sword immortal?
Still doing cosplay at such an old age?
However, Hu Mang quickly realized that the other party wasn't playing cosplay; they were playing with flying swords, or more accurately, modified flying swords.
Xiao Hu stood on the edge of the takeoff platform and casually flicked his sleeve—a beam of azure light flew out from his sleeve, growing longer in the wind and transforming in the blink of an eye into a giant sword about two palms wide and twelve feet long; the sword was bluish-gray, with fine silver runes flowing across its surface, a streamlined Spiritual Qi thruster added to the hilt, and two rows of heat dissipation fins embedded at the tail.
"Come on up." Xiao Hu took the lead and stepped onto the sword, standing at the front with his feet firmly planted on the spine.
Hu Mang followed the other's example and stepped onto the sword. The feeling under his feet was unexpectedly stable—a faint spiritual light adhered to the surface of the sword, preventing him from slipping even without any handrails.
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As soon as he finished speaking, Hu Mang felt the flying sword beneath his feet suddenly tremble. It was a vibration that came from deep within the sword, like a bowstring being fully drawn and then suddenly released.
The wind suddenly roared.
Immediately afterwards, the surrounding scenery began to rush backward at a completely different speed than before.
At first, it was a low whistling sound, like a long wind blowing through a valley. As the speed increased, the whistling sound became sharper and more intense, eventually turning into a continuous roar, like thunder rolling across the ground— the Sword Qi Thunder Sound!
The Hu Mang's field of vision narrowed rapidly, the scenery on both sides was stretched into blurry bands of color, and the boundary between the sky and the ground became indistinct; he could feel an invisible barrier of air being torn apart and then recombine in front of the flying sword, and the air around the sword was tinged with a pale white halo under high-speed friction, which was the ionization phenomenon caused by the intense friction between Spiritual Qi and air.
At the same time, the center of Hu Mang's brow lit up, and soon the effect of "Sword Qi Thunder Sound" was largely neutralized. Not only did it have no impact, but it also looked around with great interest.
Xiao Hu, who was secretly observing the passengers behind him, let out a soft "hmm".
The panic he had anticipated did not occur; he was prepared to slow down at any time.
"Brother, you're quite something! Have you been practicing some kind of State of Mind Cultivation Method? You're so calm. How about you, brother?"
Hu Mang glanced at his "cheap old man" behind him; clearly, Dao Law Intelligence wasn't experiencing motion sickness.
After glancing around, Hu Mang turned to the other man and chuckled, "Brother Xiao, could you perhaps be the legendary Flying Sword Gang?"
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