Sword Control

The natives are not like monsters, which drop items after being killed by players. However, the natives carry items, and the same is true when touching their corpses. There may even be unexpected gains.

When the green-clothed guard fell from the sky, Zhang Yuhe did not go to check immediately. Instead, he happily began to search the body.

After a while of searching, Zhang Yuhe found a ring on the white-clothed boy. This guy had actually strung the rings together with a chain and hung them around his neck. If you didn't look carefully, you might have missed it.

"This should be a storage ring," Zhang Yuhe muttered to himself. He took a glance at the ring, then picked up the flying sword on the ground and ran quickly to the place where the green-clothed guard had landed.

He wasn't in a hurry to check the items in the ring. Now was not the time for that. It was obviously inappropriate to stay at the scene of a murder and check the stolen goods. Who knew if there were any accomplices nearby? He needed to run first.

After a short while, Zhang Yuhe reached the place where the green-clothed guard had fallen.

"Uh, he's not dead yet," Zhang Yuhe said, surprised.

The situation at the scene shocked him. The green-clothed guard hadn't died on the spot; he was struggling to crawl forward. He had been pierced through the chest by a long knife but still wasn't dead. Was the vitality of a cultivator really so tenacious?

Upon seeing Zhang Yuhe approach, the green-clothed guard's face showed despair. He knew Zhang Yuhe wouldn't let him go.

Everyone knew the principle of killing to silence others, but the guard could only curse his bad luck. He had followed a psychopathic young master. If it weren't for the impulsiveness and ignorance of the Sixth Young Master, they wouldn't have provoked a master like Zhang Yuhe.

This was the reality in the cultivation world. Strength was everything. Weak and arrogant people didn't tend to live long.

But it was all too late now.

The green-clothed guard shouted at Zhang Yuhe, unwilling to give up.

"You killed the Sixth Young Master. The Wu family of Feiyun City won't let you go."

"You're so talkative when you're about to die," Zhang Yuhe remarked, too lazy to waste time with him. He threw a punch to finish the guard off.

Zhang Yuhe took a small bag from the green-clothed guard before quickly fleeing the scene. As for the flying sword of the green-clothed guard, it had fallen somewhere, but Zhang Yuhe didn't have the time to search for it now. He had to leave quickly. Who knew what methods these native cultivators would use? What if the Wu family of Feiyun City sensed the death of the white-clothed boy and decided to track him down? That would be a huge problem.

Of the thirty-six strategies, running away was the best. As long as he ran fast enough, trouble couldn't catch up with him.

Zhang Yuhe made up his mind to run first.

While fleeing, he checked the storage ring in his hand. Cultivators' storage equipment had special seals that could only be unlocked by the cultivators themselves. As for the green-clothed guard's storage bag, he put it aside for now. The young master was bound to be richer than the guard.

Under normal circumstances, to unlock someone else's storage equipment, you would need to spend time and use spiritual sense to slowly break the seal. Of course, the items of the dead were an exception. Once a cultivator died, the seal on their storage equipment weakened significantly, making it easier to unlock.

Zhang Yuhe had learned this common knowledge through the chat channel.

As he ran, he separated a wisp of spiritual consciousness and slowly probed into the storage ring.

After a few minutes, a space of five or six cubic meters appeared in his mind's eye.

The first thing he saw was a neat pile of spiritual stones.

"Haha, as expected of a young master, he's really rich."

Zhang Yuhe glanced at the pile and estimated that there were about three thousand spiritual stones. Killing people and setting fires to get a golden belt—this saying was not wrong.

If you relied solely on killing monsters, how long would it take to earn that much? It was far faster to make money by killing people—a quick way to get rich.

The sight of the growing pile of spiritual stones in the storage ring made Zhang Yuhe smile. However, although the spiritual stones were dazzling, they weren't his main focus. Spiritual stones could be earned slowly.

Compared to the natives of Yufantian, it was easier for players to make money. After all, when players killed monsters, in addition to the monster corpses, they also got explosives, effectively a double reward. The natives didn't have that luxury.

"Let's see if there are any other valuable items."

What Zhang Yuhe really needed were skills or magic techniques. If that didn't work, any books about the common knowledge of cultivation would suffice. The feeling of being illiterate in cultivation was uncomfortable.

Aside from the spiritual stones, the storage ring of the white-clothed boy also contained various other items—personal belongings, bottles and jars, talismans in wooden boxes, and even some women's clothes.

It was clear that this Wu Laoliu was a playboy.

Zhang Yuhe's consciousness quickly scanned the space of the ring, and soon he found a crystal-clear jade slip.

"Let's see what's recorded in the jade slip. I hope it's a skill."

Zhang Yuhe took out the jade slip with anticipation.

"It's actually a sword-controlling technique."

"Well, that's fine."

"Let's see if I can learn it."

In the ring of the young man in white, the only item found was a jade slip—no other skills or magic techniques. Sword-controlling technique was a common skill among cultivators; it wasn't just about flying on a sword.

It was a general term for controlling magical tools. Cultivators had to learn sword-controlling techniques if they wanted to control flying and attacking magic tools. This was a very practical skill, and Zhang Yuhe planned to try it first.

As his spiritual consciousness entered the jade slip, the method of using the sword-controlling technique appeared fully in his mind.

"It doesn't seem too difficult."

After a while, Zhang Yuhe finished reading all the contents of the jade slip. He wasn't sure if it was his confidence or something else, but the technique felt very simple—he felt he could learn it at a glance.

"Let's try it and see."

Zhang Yuhe took out a flying sword—the one from the young man in white—and held it in his hand, inspecting it carefully.

There were four small characters engraved on the hilt: Feiyun Wu. Liu.

When not in use, the flying sword was only about a foot long. It was a low-grade magic weapon, a bit shabby for Zhang Yuhe's current cultivation level, but still a magic tool. He wasn't picky.

He refined the flying sword while running. After a while, the flying sword was fully refined.

Zhang Yuhe stopped and waved his right hand. A small flying sword, emitting streams of light, hovered in front of him.

"Go…"

Zhang Yuhe waved his hand, and the flying sword flew away in a stream of light.

Boom…

Under his control, the flying sword cut through a tree as thick as a barrel in the distance.

"Return!"

The flying sword instantly returned to his hand.

"Haha, it's very simple."

With Zhang Yuhe's control, the flying sword quickly darted around him. Originally, he thought it would take a long time to comprehend this spell, but it turned out to be much simpler than he imagined. In just two or three minutes, Zhang Yuhe had mastered the sword-controlling technique and could control the flying sword as easily as using his arm.

"How could it be so easy? Is it because I have such a high level of comprehension, allowing me to learn magic so quickly?"

He speculated to himself.

Normally, learning a new magic should take longer. For example, Mr. Wu must have spent quite some time learning it. But when Mr. Wu used the flying sword to deal with the wild boar monster, he appeared clumsy. If the green-clothed guards hadn't intervened, he would have been killed by the wild boar monster.

"Am I not only a genius in cultivation, but also a genius in magic?"

"Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it. Anyway, it's not a bad thing."

Zhang Yuhe shrugged it off. As long as he learned it, there was no need to think too much about it.

"Let's try the flying effect."

Zhang Yuhe summoned the flying sword again, stepped forward, and stood steadily on it.

"Let's go."

The flying sword flashed with light and took him forward quickly.

"Haha, I can finally fly."

Zhang Yuhe laughed wildly as he stood on the flying sword.

At that moment, wearing a ring on his finger and flying through the air, he truly looked like an immortal.

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Wu family in Feiyun City, a middle-aged man wearing a silver crown roared angrily.

"What did you say? Liu'er's soul light has gone out?"