Chapter 6: It Turns Out to Be a Pair of ( )

After practicing sword techniques for half a day, Bai Sheng was deeply satisfied with his skills. He put away the inferior flying sword with a dull yellow glow, patted his long robe, and fell into a deep contemplation.

"It seems that although this place is different from the game in many ways, it is much more free and unrestrained, without the many restrictions of the game. There are no limits to the performance of my sword techniques. Although the cultivation of this idiot I possessed is a bit low, his foundation is not bad. As long as I have seven to eight days, not only can I restore my sword techniques to their peak, but I will definitely make some breakthroughs." Bai Sheng touched the flying sword in his sleeve and sighed inwardly, "The only problem is that this flying sword is too inferior. It can't even withstand a direct clash with another sword, and it will definitely break upon contact. I can only target the unsharpened spine of the opponent's sword, and I must be extremely cautious. But this is good. Climbing from the bottom, with one sword in hand, sweeping across the world, was always my dream in Shushan 2. Now I have the chance to realize this dream a thousand times over. This is a great opportunity given by heaven. Since I have come to this world, I will become the first sword master of Nanchanbu Continent, or even the Yanfuti World."

For a moment, Bai Sheng was filled with heroic spirit, and all the negative emotions from his穿越 (穿越 means "穿越" in Chinese, which refers to the act of traveling through time or space, often used in the context of a person from the modern world finding themselves in a historical or fantasy setting) were swept away, leaving only boundless ambition.

The Sword Immortal was a special tradition of the ancient cultivators, and one must start by learning martial arts to temper the body. Although Duan Gui's cultivation of the Chicheng Heart Method was not successful, his martial arts skills were very refined. He climbed this peak himself. Bai Sheng, possessing Duan Gui's body, still had all his skills. Now that Bai Sheng was no longer panicked about being in this isolated place, he was not in a hurry to leave. He thought to himself, "Since I have broken through the barrier of sensing the qi of heaven and earth, it's a good time to familiarize myself with this body without being disturbed, so as not to be caught off guard."

Bai Sheng and Duan Gui had one thing in common: they both gave the impression of being quiet and taciturn, and they both enjoyed practicing their respective skills in silence. Therefore, after crossing over, Bai Sheng easily adapted to his new identity. For him, changing his identity was like changing a username in Shushan 2, nothing to worry about.

However, their situations and inner worlds were vastly different. Bai Sheng was not Duan Gui.

Bai Sheng practiced sword techniques on the cliff, forgetting the烦恼 (烦恼 means "烦恼" in Chinese, which refers to worries or troubles) of crossing over. Duan Gui had brought dry rations and a water bag, so Bai Sheng had no worries about food and water for several days. He practiced sword techniques on the cliff of Tongtian Peak, losing himself in the process and forgetting how many days he had stayed. He refined his sword techniques until they were second nature, feeling that he had completely adapted to the changes after crossing over.

One must understand that sword techniques become more refined and mature with practice, which is the meaning of "learning has no end."

For example, the sword technique he used to kill Dugu Qiuyou seemed ordinary but actually consisted of three major steps: hiding the sword, drawing the sword, and accelerating the sword. Where to hide the sword so that it cannot be detected, how to draw the sword quickly and stealthily, and how to accelerate the sword to its fastest in an instant. There are twenty-seven ways to hide the sword, nineteen postures to draw the sword, and at least eight or nine methods to accelerate the sword. These three steps can be combined in thousands of ways.

Bai Sheng named this sword technique "Meteor," symbolizing "a meteor flies by, gone in a blink." The key is "sudden and unexpected," even faster than thought. By the time the opponent realizes Bai Sheng has drawn his sword, it is already too late.

On this day, after finishing his sword practice, the sky suddenly thundered, and dark clouds gathered like wild horses, about to bring a heavy rain. Bai Sheng realized that this protruding rock offered no shelter, and he had nowhere to hide from the rain.

"Getting drenched in such a heavy rain would be unbearable. I might as well go down and hide."

Bai Sheng cast a spell, and the flying sword pierced the air, creating several footholds on the cliff. He then lifted his robe and flipped down, climbing to the bottom of the protruding rock. This rock was quite large, and a pine tree grew beneath it, completely shielding Bai Sheng. Just as he thought this was a good place to shelter from the rain, he looked up and saw a black sword light accompanied by a green cloud rolling through the dark clouds, landing on the rock above him.

Although Bai Sheng knew that this world had immortals, demons, evil spirits, and heavenly devils, this was the first time he had seen flying light. He couldn't help but feel curious and surprised.

Chicheng Mountain was a place of outstanding people and abundant spiritual energy, with a vast area. Throughout history, countless immortals had cultivated and ascended here. Even now, many cultivators' caves still existed on the thirty-six peaks of Chicheng. However, the most famous was the ancestor of Chicheng, Zhu Shang, who established the Chicheng Immortal Sect on the highest peak, Jietian Peak.

Bai Sheng guessed that the two people above must be cultivators from other peaks of Chicheng Mountain. Seeing the black sword light and the strange green cloud, he naturally did not dare to shout, "Hello, Daoist friend, have you eaten today?" Instead, he held his breath and listened patiently to their conversation, to avoid encountering an enemy of the Chicheng Immortal Sect who might take advantage of his solitude and attack him. After all, this was not a game; there was no way to revive after death.

"Feathered Fairy, that old ghost Zhu Shang is cruel. Do you know the danger of trying to steal his newly refined Xuyan Pill?"

Bai Sheng muttered to himself, "This man's voice sounds like a rich businessman who keeps a mistress. I wonder what the woman looks like. Judging by the man's urgent tone, she must be quite beautiful!"

The man's persuasion did not deter the Feathered Fairy. She spoke softly and seductively, "A few years ago, I fought the twin ghosts of Chashan and lost my beauty. Without the Xuyan Pill, how can I restore my former beauty? Venerable Wuyin! I know you have long coveted my beauty. I don't ask you to help me steal the pill, but if you help me guard and lend me two magical treasures, I will let you have your way with me once I restore my beauty."

Bai Sheng couldn't help but sneer and thought to himself, "So it's a pair of lovers! Listen to their names, Wuyin! What a ridiculous name? Is the Feathered Fairy's pubic hair dyed green? The people of Nanchanbu Continent are much more fashionable than the photography-loving Mr. Chen in our world, who only likes black abalone. I wonder what the Xuyan Pill is? Is it a one-time cosmetic pill? If my cheap master has this skill, it would be quite profitable to learn!"

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