Chapter 26 Ling Yunpo, You’re In Big Trouble!

“Qingping Sword?” Ling Yunpo frowned. “That’s right,” said the Qingping Sword. “Ah Jing!” Ling Yunpo ignored her and asked the Kunlun Mirror, “Is what she said true?”

“Otherwise, how could it be fake?” The Qingping Sword said. “Don’t you think so, Yaoyao?”

“What the hell is Yaoyao?!” The Kunlun Mirror protested.

“In the Queen Mother of the West’s Palace, on the mirror at the Jade Pool. What’s wrong with calling you ‘Yaoyao’?” The Qingping Sword said with a smile.

“According to your nickname, I should call you ‘Jianjian’.” The Kunlun Mirror ridiculed.

“Alright. Although it’s not as nice as Qingping, it’s not a problem,” the Qingping Sword said indifferently.

Seeing that the Kunlun Mirror didn’t refute, Ling Yunpo asked again, “Qingping, what’s your level? What are your attributes? What Dharmic Dao do you have?”

“Level?” The Qingping Sword said in surprise, “Isn’t it an immortal sword?”

“The Heaven Stems Forging Sword Technique only became popular eight thousand years ago. According to that algorithm, you should be considered a Level-Ten now,” the Kunlun Mirror reminded her.

“Then I’m a level-ten flying sword.” The Qingping Sword adapted very quickly. “As for the five elements, they are actually Heaven River water.”

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“The Natal Yin Five Elements are no longer popular now,” the Kunlun Mirror said again. “All you have to do is say that you are of the water element.”

“Oh, oh. A level-ten water-type flying sword.” The Qingping Sword followed smoothly. “As for the Dharmic Dao, it’s temporarily kept secret.”

“What do you mean by temporarily keeping it a secret?” Ling Yunpo said unhappily. “You’re my flying sword, how can you keep it a secret from me?”

“Little Brother,” the Qingping Sword reminded him. “I’m not your flying sword. I’m only playing with you because I’m bored.”

Ling Yunpo: ?

He turned to ask the Kunlun Mirror, “Ah Jing, it’s not too late to throw this slut back to the Sword Pool and exchange her for a proper flying sword, right?”

“Of course,” the Kunlun Mirror said. “And I strongly suggest you do so. She’s not an easy target to tame.”

“Alright.” Ling Yunpo left.

“Hey, wait a moment, wait a moment!” The Qingping Sword hurriedly cried out. “I was just joking. I have already pledged my life to you. How could I easily betray my Sword Master?”

“I’ll give you one more chance. Whose flying sword are you?” Ling Yunpo asked coldly.

“It’s yours, it’s yours, alright?” The Qingping Sword said in a coquettish tone. “Yaoyao and I belong to the Lord Sword Master ~”.

“Don’t drag me into this.” The Kunlun Mirror, which was watching the show, expressed its displeasure.

“Continue to talk about your Dharmic Dao,” Ling Yunpo interrupted them.

“You won’t be able to use most of the Dharmic Dao.” The Qingping Sword pretended to hum for a while. “How about you play with this?”

“This technique is called ‘Green Mist Green Range’. It transforms water-type Quintessential Essence into a large fog that spreads for thousands of kilometers. When the enemies are within it, the enemies’ six senses would be sealed, their body would become sluggish, and the power of all non-water-type magic techniques is greatly reduced.

“When activating it, you only need to recite the incantation, ‘Dense Fog, Floating Mist’. You can recite it or recite it silently.”

“Alright.” Ling Yunpo nodded and said, “I’ll give it a try first. If it’s not good, you can go back to the Sword Pool!”

“No!” The Qingping Sword began to sob. “I don’t want to leave the Lord Sword Master. Can’t the Lord Sword Master give me some trust? As long as the Lord Sword Master becomes stronger, I will provide more and more useful Dao techniques!”

“Qingping,” Ling Yunpo said coldly. “You have to remember that it’s not you who chose me, but me who chose you.

“It is not that the weak choose to follow the strong, but because the strong are existences that are superior to the weak, the weak have no choice but to follow him. Followers who are too weak will only be left far behind by the strong. On this point, whether it’s you or me, it’s the same.”

Qingping Sword: ..

“If you don’t want to be unable to catch up to me, then work hard to become stronger,” Ling Yunpo said finally and walked out.

“Yaoyao, I’m starting to like him.” The Qingping Sword didn’t answer. It avoided Ling Yunpo’s divine sense and said quietly to the Kunlun Mirror, “What should I do? This is the first time I’ve encountered such an interesting Sword Master.”

“Are you planning to take human form and fall in love with him?” The Kunlun Mirror asked.

“No, no, no. There’s no meaning in being a human. It’s better to be a sword.” The Qingping Sword shook its head.

Ling Yunpo ignored their criticisms and left the Daoist temple. He went to the empty space outside and raised his sword finger. His divine sense interacted with the Sword Spirit, and the Qingping Sword floated in the air, trembling slightly.

“Dense Fog and Floating Mist.” Ling Yunpo recited.

In an instant, endless mist surged out of nowhere, instantly covering the surrounding empty space.

Ling Yunpo scanned his surroundings and found that everything was white as far as the eye could see. It was as if there were endless snowflakes on the old-fashioned television screen that couldn’t receive the signal.

Unable to see or hear anything, the thick fog seemed to have absorbed all color and sound, leaving only pure white in the world.

His body seemed to become heavy. Ling Yunpo looked down and realized that his clothes were already drenched. Water dripped down the corner of his shirt. Ling Yunpo tried to use his divine sense to circulate his sea of vital energy, but he found that his divine sense was blocked less than half a meter from his body. His True Qi circulation also became stagnant.

He connected his vital energy to the Qingping Sword, and the weight on his body immediately lightened. His divine senses also spread along the large fog without any stagnation.

In this dense fog, every drop of water could become a part of his spiritual sense.

Ling Yunpo stopped circulating his True Qi and dispersed the surrounding mist. Then, he put away the Qingping Sword and sat down in a shade. He started to wait for Senior Sister An to return.

At the same time, he was thinking about how to use this Sword Dao technique to build a flexible combat system.

For example, when he was competing with his fellow Mount Shu disciples in swordsmanship, a large fog would rise up to obscure their senses. Then, he would use the Qingping Sword to stab them in the back.

Well, his train of thought was still a little conservative.

Since the thick fog suppressed the opponent’s divine sense, the opponent would definitely withdraw the flying sword to stand guard.

For example, he brought two swords with me and deliberately threw the flying sword at his opponent from the front. At the same time, he would control the Qingping Sword to circle around the opponent’s back and stab him.

If the enemy’s reaction was fast enough to block the frontal throw of the sword, he would definitely miss the back stab..

Just as he was thinking this, Ling Yunpo suddenly looked up and saw an unfamiliar, short, and fat youth pressing down the sword light and descending on Green Spiral Peak. “Ling Yunpo, Junior Brother Ling?” The other party looked over.

“That’s right. May I know who you are?” Ling Yunpo asked with cupped hands.

“Lou Zhizheng.” The pudgy youth’s gaze turned and landed on the Qingping Sword behind him.

“Wow! This person’s gaze is so disgusting!” The Qingping Sword yelled in his mind. “Quickly hide me! I don’t want him to see

me!”

“Is Senior Sister An here?” Lou Zhizheng confirmed.

“She’s gone out,” Ling Yunpo said calmly. “Senior Brother, please come in and have a seat to wait for Senior Sister to return.”

“There’s no need.” Lou Zhizheng lifted his chin and sneered with a certain stubborn and regretful tone.

“Junior Brother Ling, do you know?” “You’re in big trouble!”