Book 2: Chapter 27.1: You Are Forcing Me Too Much!
Bai Qiuran has always had a pain in his heart.
As a cultivator in the 66,664th… no, the 66,665th layer of the Qi Refining stage, although after three thousand years, he tried to make up for all his shortcomings, there were always a few aspects that he could not make up for it.
One of them was the True Qi. The Qi Sea within Bai Qiuran was almost infinite. Even if he had an immeasurable amount of Qi right now, the goal of filling the Qi Sea was still out of reach, so the thought of compressing his Qi into True Qi has become a luxury.
Without the True Qi, he couldn’t perform some of the most basic postures for the Foundation Establishment stage, such as flying by the sword or casting spells.
Although Hand Seal could be used to make up for spells, in the end, one kind of Hand Seal could only make up for one attribute of the spell. Some spells even needed to use the true Qi to mobilize the vitality of several attributes at the same time. For such a spell, Bai Qiuran could only stare in jealous.
Riding the flying sword was even more painful in Bai Qiuran’s heart. In his youth when his master hasn’t ascended yet, his senior brother has a hobby: to take the girlfriend out for a ride, and Bai Qiuran could only stand on the mountain, watching enviously.
So after the old man said something like “You are a Qi Refining stage cultivator” and “How can you have True Qi”, Bai Qiuran felt that his blood was boiling.
However, adhering to the principle that a gentleman should speak first before use violence, Bai Qiuran was still patient, and persuaded the group of disciples who worshipped the moon worship:
“You better not do it … you will regret it, really regret it.”
“Ha, little friend, I have seen such this kind of bluff more times than the number of meals in your life.”
The Golden Core stage old man waved:
“Okay, I’ll give you a chance: if you can release a flying sword, I will consider this is your win and let you go.”
Bai Qiuran’s expression collapsed as if someone just forced him to eat s.h.i.t.
“Haha, you can’t, can you?”
Behind the old man, a disciple of Moon Worshipping Sect pointed at Bai Qiuran and smiled:
“You can’t even release a flying sword, you really are bluffing. Brothers, come, let this young buy in the Qi Refining stage see what the flying sword looks like!
The disciples of Moon Worshipping Sect laughed together, and then released their respective flying swords, and some even manipulated the flying sword, deliberately dangling in front of Bai Qiuran’s nose, teasing his nerves.
“You’re forcing me too much! A group of Foundation Establishment stage cultivators combined to bully me, a Qi Refining stage cultivator. This is so unfair!”
Bai Qiuran lowered his head, his face was as black as ink, but suddenly raised his head again, and showed a cold smile to the disciples of Moon Worshipping Sect.
“Huh, who said I don’t have a flying sword? Don’t regret it.”
His hand flicked, and he took out a bundle of ropes made of demon’s tendon from the storage bag.
“I will show you now. I have a sword!”
Bai Qiuran raised his hand, and the rope flew out, entwining the huge stone sword in the hands of the stone statue of the first emperor of the Ding Kingdom. When he pulled hard, the palm of the statue shattered, and the huge stone sword was suddenly torn up by him, thrown in the air, and the wind gusted out loudly.
“Oh my G.o.d!”
All disciples’ faces changed the time, and even the face of the old man became extremely pale.
As a Golden Core cultivator, if he tried his best, he was able to break the mountain and open the valley, but a feat like this “pulling a heavy stone sword that was 30 to 40 meters long and thicker than the waist of two people and waving it like a whip by physical strength alone”, that’s outside his ability.
“Fellow Daoist… no, senior!”
The old man quickly raised his hand:
“Please calm down!”
“f.u.c.k your calm down!”
Bai Qiuran’s Qi permeated the stone sword, and the stone sword suddenly emitted a magnificent glory. He snorted and pulled the stone sword, patting the group of disciples.
“I am most annoyed when someone talk about the flying sword in front of me! Do you like flying sword that much? Good, a flying sword is coming!”
The sword was full of energy, like a stone wall pressed towards the disciples of Moon Worshipping Sect. Only the Golden Core stage master could react. A tactic, a golden light appeared all over his body, his palms pushed towards the body of the stone sword.
With a loud bang, the old man’s energy barrier, which looked like an indestructible shield, was overwhelmed by the endless Qi, and almost instantly shattered. The old man him was pressed by the stone sword and spit a big mouthful of blood.
With a loud bang, a deep sword-shaped crater appeared near the stone statue, and the disciples of Moon Worshipping Sect, like their masters, spit out blood and were beaten out.
Although none of them died, they were seriously injured and lay on the ground, groaning in pain.
“How do you like my flying sword?”
Seeing this, Bai Qiuran snorted coldly, pulling the rope back, and inserted the stone sword back into place without any errors.