Hunyuan Immortal Sect

Chapter 3 Flying Magical Instrument
After a long time, Song Xian took a deep breath, and his originally confused expression suddenly became firm.

No matter whether it is Duke Zhuang or the butterfly, we live in this world, and the experiences in the other world should be regarded as a dream!
He came to the cushion, closed his eyes and sat down cross-legged, trying to connect with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth through breathing techniques.

I don’t know how much spiritual energy is needed to cultivate to the second level of Qi Refining.

The world of cultivation is divided into four major realms, namely Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, and Nascent Soul.

Each major realm is further divided into ten levels, and the first three levels are called the initial stages.

The fourth to sixth levels are the middle stage.

Levels seven to nine are the later stages.

The tenth level is the great perfection.

He is currently in the initial stage of Qi Refining.

Judging from Yu Lian's situation, his spiritual power and consciousness power are four times that of his. The gap between the two is quite large, and this is only the difference between the first level and the fifth level of Qi Refining.

If it is a cultivator at the foundation-building level, the difference is even greater.

Thinking of this, Song Xian shook his head, trying hard to get rid of these distracting thoughts, calming his mind, breathing in and out according to the Taoist methods, trying to draw the spiritual energy of heaven and earth into his body.

Gradually, he felt some faint spiritual energy from heaven and earth pouring in through his pores and lingering in his body.

The mountain range where the Qingyun Sect is located is a second-level medium-grade spiritual vein. Although most of the spiritual energy in the underground spiritual vein is led to the caves of the sect's top figures, a small amount of spiritual energy still overflows and can be absorbed by low-level disciples with low cultivation.

Song Xian followed the cultivation method and guided the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to circulate in his body.

Just as he was trying hard to absorb and refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, footsteps suddenly sounded outside, followed by a knock on the door, and Yu Lian's voice came: "Junior Brother Song, I'm here."

Song Xian was surprised as to how he could come here so quickly. He had not yet been able to refine the spiritual energy of heaven and earth that he had introduced. If he gave up now, all his efforts would be wasted.

But since Yu Lian came to visit, he couldn't ignore him, so he had to temporarily give up refining and absorbing the spiritual energy.

Just as he opened his eyes and exhaled, the spiritual energy circulating in his body quickly dissipated and escaped from every pore of his body.

"Senior Brother Yu, who is this?"

When he opened the door of the room, what came into his sight was not Yu Lian, but a thin, serious middle-aged man, about forty years old, wearing a red Taoist robe, with several deep "川"-shaped wrinkles between his brows.

"Junior Brother Song, let me introduce you. This is Senior Brother Zhang Hunyuan." Yu Lian stood behind him, looking like a little follower.

There are four types of clothing in Qingyun Sect, representing the level of status.

Outer disciples all wear green Taoist robes, inner disciples wear black Taoist robes, elders wear red Taoist robes, and the head master wears purple Taoist robes.

This is the rule passed down by the Qianqing Sect, the largest sect in the Qin State.

The red Taoist robe on Zhang Hunyuan was obviously an extraordinary item. Not only was it extremely clean and tidy, without a speck of dust, the fabric also looked softer and smoother, with tiny exquisite patterns on it. Looking closely, one could see a faint glow flowing on the robe.

The green Taoist robe that Yu Lian was wearing was quite plain, and it was obvious that it had been washed repeatedly, with wrinkles in the tiny details.

In addition, Zhang Hunyuan has an upright figure, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, while Yu Lian is fat and fat, and their temperaments are incomparable.

Everyone in Qingyun Sect knows the name of Zhang Hunyuan. He is the son of the sect leader Zhang Shilin and also the only true disciple. Everyone calls him the deputy sect leader behind his back. Just look at his Taoist robe, you can tell it must be a precious robe.

Song Xian remembered that when he was unconscious, he heard a conversation between an old man and Yu Lian.

I think that person should be the headmaster Zhang Shilin, and Yu Lian just informed the headmaster of the news of his awakening. So it seems that he must be a disciple of the headmaster's faction.

"I have long heard of Senior Brother Zhang's name. I am sorry for not welcoming you in person today." Song Xian hurriedly bowed.

"Junior Brother Song, the headmaster wants to see you, please come with me!" Zhang Hunyuan had no expression on his face, just nodded slightly, and his tone was very calm.

"Yes." Although Song Xian didn't know why the headmaster wanted to see him, he thought there should be no harm, so he responded immediately without any hesitation.

Zhang Hunyuan put his right hand into a light blue palm-sized bag at his waist. A blue light was seen flowing from the bag's opening. He turned the bag over with his palm, and out floated a three-foot-long pure white and clean wing, shaped like a small boat.

The wing was suspended one foot above the ground like a goose feather, emitting a faint light all over.

Song Xian looked at Zhang Hunyuan's series of actions with envy on his face. This was the method of a cultivator, and it was what he had always dreamed of.

There is no doubt that these white wings are the flying magic tools that are well-known in the cultivation world. If Qi-refining cultivators want to fly at high altitudes, they must use flying magic tools. This thing is not cheap and is not something that ordinary Qi-refining disciples can afford.

Most low-level Qi-refining disciples still rely on their two legs to walk, and only a few wealthy Qi-refining monks can afford flying magic tools to travel.

As for the blue pocket around his waist, it was a renowned item. It was called a storage bag. While palm-sized, it held a significant amount of space, and high-end storage bags could offer even more. This item was considered a luxury item in the cultivation world, far more expensive than a flying instrument, and had become a status symbol.

Although Yu Lian's cultivation level was not too low, he had nothing on his waist and had to rely on his two legs to travel.

Zhang Hunyuan placed his hands flat on the pure white wings, and the spiritual energy in his body flowed into them. The white wings glowed faintly and then grew to a size of ten feet.

This does not mean that the wings have actually expanded to ten feet, but that the light it emits extends to the left and right.

From the outside, the white wings seemed to have grown several times larger, but in reality, it was the result of condensed light, but it looked extremely realistic. The phantom created by the condensed light and the wings themselves were so natural that they seemed to be one.

"Junior Brother Song, please come in!" Zhang Hunyuan made a gesture of invitation.

Song Xian jumped up and landed on the white wings, landing steadily on them. The place he stepped on was not the wing itself, but the tail where the light extended.

This is common sense in the spiritual world. If you ride on someone else's flying instrument, be careful not to step on or sit on the instrument itself, as it is easy to cause unintentional damage to the instrument. Therefore, try to avoid it if possible.

This is the same principle as guests in a secular home should not sit on the host's expensive wooden stools or tables.

Zhang Hunyuan also jumped up and landed in the middle of the white-winged body.

The wings slowly rose into the air, reaching a height of about five hundred feet, and then shot forward like an arrow.

It was the first time for Song Xian to step on a flying magic weapon, and he was very curious about it. At this time, the entire white wing was wrapped in light from top to bottom and left to right. A shield condensed with a faint white light formed around the wings, wrapping the two of them, so they could not feel the whistling wind.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the shield of light condensed at the tail of the wing, which was like an invisible stone barrier.

When he secretly exerted force, the barrier condensed by the faint light did not move at all.

Zhang Hunyuan sat cross-legged on the wings, his body straight as a green pine.

Song Xian also sat down like him, but secretly circulated spiritual power into his eyes. As more and more spiritual power poured in, Zhang Hunyuan in his sight turned into a pile of condensed star-like light. At the same time, a picture appeared in his mind.

Cultivation level: Eighth level of Qi training.

Spiritual Strength: 83
Spiritual power: 62
Spiritual root attributes: gold, water, and earth.

Song Xian looked at the magic weapon under him again. After a while, the white wings turned into stars in his eyes.

Top-grade magical weapon (capable of flying): twenty-six levels of restrictions.

Attack power: ? ?
Defense: ? ?
Completeness: 75
The picture that appeared in his mind made Song Xian surprised and happy. He was just trying to see if he could observe the magic weapon through the Eye of True Observation. As he expected, it worked.

But the data that emerged left him a little confused.

First of all, there are these twenty-six levels of restrictions, and he naturally knows what they mean.

In the world of cultivation, magical instruments are generally divided into several grades, and the grade is determined by the number of layers of restrictions in the instrument.

The higher the number of restrictions contained in the magic weapon, the better the magic weapon is and the greater its power is.

The restrictions contained in the magic weapon do not exceed twelve layers, and it is of low quality.

Those with more than twelve floors and less than twenty-four floors are of medium quality.

The best quality ones are those with more than twenty-four floors and less than thirty-six floors.

The best ones are those with more than thirty-six floors and less than forty-eight floors.

If there are more than forty-nine levels of restrictions, it is no longer a magic weapon. The cultivation world calls it a magic treasure. There is an essential difference between the two.

Zhang Hunyuan's magic weapon is considered a masterpiece in the world of cultivation, because flying magic weapons are more difficult to refine than ordinary magic weapons. The requirements for both techniques and materials are much higher than those of magic weapons of the same level.

Generally speaking, the price of a high-quality flying magic weapon is no less than that of an ordinary top-quality magic weapon.

What really surprised Song Xian, or rather puzzled him, was the completeness data revealed by the Eye of True Observation.

He had never heard of the concept of completeness of magical instruments and had no idea what it meant.

He wanted to ask Zhang Hunyuan, but was afraid that if he spoke too much, he would make mistakes and arouse suspicion.

After hesitating for a long time, he chose to remain silent. He had no relatives in Qingyun Sect and had suffered a lot of grievances and bullying over the years. Therefore, he did not trust other people. It would not be too late to study the secret of the magic weapon slowly later.

(End of this chapter)