I Just Want To Slack off In Cultivation

A familiar memory suddenly appeared in PEI Ling's mind.

The mountain peak!

A bare, barren peak, filled with countless flying swords, stood in the middle of the vast sea of clouds. It was not tall, but countless sword wills interwove and rose, shooting straight into the sky.

He was wearing a simple robe and a pair of straw sandals as he trudged through the mountain.

The material of the robe was originally very resistant to wear and tear, but at this moment, it was full of sword marks and holes, almost ragged. Even the flesh under the robe had been cut and bleeding. The bamboo crown that bound his hair had long fallen off, and his long hair was disheveled. He looked miserable, and pain came from all over his body.

With every step he took, there would be a blood stain.

Looking back at the bottom of the lone Peak, blood was flowing everywhere.

PEI Ling felt extremely weak and exhausted. Other than fatigue and injuries, there were countless swords on this Lone Peak that emitted boundless sword intent. They were constantly suppressing him, banishing him, and provoking him ...

At every moment, he felt that he had reached his limit and could not take another step. It was as if he had used up all his will and strength to take the next step.

Pain, loneliness, despair, cold ... PEI Ling quickly fell into a state of stupefaction. After an unknown period of time, a clear and melodious sword cry that was like Lightning in the Dark night cut open his muddled consciousness.

He subconsciously raised his hand, and a clear light shot from the distance. Like a swimming fish, it nimbly circled around his arm, and with a buzzing sound, it leaped lightly, transforming into a flying sword that was as bright as the frost and the moon.

The flying sword was cold and sharp, as if it could cut through wind and water and break through all obstacles. However, it was one with him, like water and milk, there was no distinction between them.

PEI Ling grabbed the hilt of his sword. He felt that all the hardships, pain, and danger were like snow meeting the sun, no longer carrying any weight. He felt an unprecedented peace and joy in his heart.

Immediately after, the scene in front of him changed. PEI Ling saw that he was carrying a long sword on his back and standing in the air. Not far away, five cultivators in white robes and golden crowns were blocking his way in a fan shape.

These cultivators had sinister and cold auras and were dressed luxuriously. At this moment, their eyes were full of greed as they looked at the long sword on his back."Of all living things, humans are the most expensive!"

"This sword Spirit's aura is pure, and it's extremely spiritual. Since I've met it today, it should be of use to my sect."

&Quot; the Arctic Dragon Sword sect has gone against the law and is willing to degrade themselves. As one of the nine great sects of the Panhu realm, they actually chose to live and die with a mere sword spirit. They deserve to die! It should be destroyed!"

"Kill this swordsman and take the sword spirit away!"

"Kill!"

The light of a spell technique bloomed and instantly swept over.

"Clang!

The flying sword was unsheathed. With a clear sound, it quickly broke through the heavy attacks.

After a long while, the swordsman's robe was stained with blood and his breath was in a mess. Only his eyes were still clear, which contrasted with the cold glint of the returning flying sword.

"Swish!"

He returned his long sword to its scabbard, and with a flick of his sleeve, he had already fled into the sky.

Behind him, five headless corpses were slowly lying on the ground. The sword intent could not be condensed. The gems embedded in the Golden crowns flickered several times but to no avail. They then helplessly dissipated and dimmed. The vitality of the corpses was completely extinguished.

Before PEI Ling could think further, the clouds around him rippled for a moment. He saw himself in a light robe with a long belt and a long sword on his back, walking on a steep mountain path.

This mountain peak was located in the middle of the mountains. The sea of clouds was vast, the spirit beasts were flying back, the mist was dense like a belt, and the misty forest added to the otherworldly atmosphere.

PEI Ling strode forward, and behind him followed a young girl in a purple and pink dress, who was also carrying a long sword.

The young lady's face was smooth and beautiful, her face was almond-shaped, and her figure was slender but strong. As she walked on the mountain path, she was like a small deer wandering in the forest. In her light and beautiful appearance, there was an unconcealable joy.

Her black hair was tied into a double spiral bun with a pair of begonia flowers. The Red Crow pendant on her ear swayed slightly with her steps, as if it was dyed with gems. The girl's cheeks were slightly pouted, making her red lips and white teeth even more prominent. Her eyes were bright and beautiful. She bit her red lips and mustached her courage, and asked in a clear voice,"Senior brother, I don't really understand the sword Art that master taught me last time. Can you come to my cave and talk about it?"

As she said that, she tugged at the corner of PEI Ling's clothes tentatively.

Seeing that he did not stop, PEI Ling said in a calm voice,"Master's cultivation is profound and he's busy. He took the time to teach us, but you didn't take a picture?"

The young girl was stunned for a moment before she said with a lack of confidence, " "I ... I accidentally broke my visual recording."ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀʀᴇ ᴘᴜʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ᴏɴ Noᴠelꜰɪre.nᴇt

"Damaged?" When PEI Ling saw it, he immediately frowned. His tone was displeased. &Quot; why are you so careless when it's such an important item? "

&Quot; senior brother ... &Quot; the young girl grabbed the corner of his clothes with both hands and twisted her delicate body slightly, trying to act coquettishly.

However, the next moment, she was pushed away. PEI Ling said coldly, " &Quot; you're not remorseful even after breaking the recording. Such frivolity is simply an insult to the sect! &Quot;

"Go to the back cliff and reflect on your mistakes for a month."

"The next time master comes out of seclusion, we'll report to him and await his punishment!"

The young girl's expression stiffened, and her eyes instantly glistened with tears."Senior brother, you ..."

"What's wrong? Unconvinced?" PEI Ling shouted coldly, " my Arctic Dragon Sword sect is the Holy Land for sword cultivators in the world. For you to be able to enter the sect to cultivate and become master's disciple is something that countless sword cultivators dream of but for various reasons, it is something that they can not wish for! &Quot;

&Quot; not only did you not focus on your cultivation and study the Tao of the sword, you even damaged the recording of your master's teaching. How can you be so careless and idle? how can you be worthy of your flying sword and your sword heart? "

"Since this is your first offense, I'll give you a lighter punishment."

"If there's a next time, I'll personally throw you to the sword fiend Valley!"

As he said this, he saw the young lady standing still and staring at him in a daze with tears streaming down her face. PEI Ling became even more indifferent and said,"If you don't go to the back cliff within ten breaths, you'll be even more guilty!"

"... The visual recording isn't broken." When the young girl heard this, her tears started to flow more violently. Her voice choked as she said, " I ... I just ... Just wanted to stay with senior brother for a while longer ... &Quot;

As PEI Ling listened, he was not moved at all. He stared coldly at the young girl and said,"If you disturb me with such meaningless things again, don't blame me for throwing you into the sword fiend Valley!"

"Senior brother, you ..." The girl's mouth was slightly agape.

Her chest heaved up and down violently, and her cheeks, which were originally red from embarrassment, turned as pale as paper in an instant. However, she did not say anything more and turned to leave quickly.

As he watched the young lady's figure quickly disappear into the mountain Mist, PEI Ling nodded slightly and muttered to himself,"It's finally quiet ..."

Soon, he arrived at a deserted hillside and began to practice his sword.

The sword light scattered like snow, and as it fluttered, PEI Ling saw himself flying above the vast forest in his blue robe, carrying a long sword on his back, searching for devil cultivators and killing them all. Sometimes, the stars would fly through the night, reversing natural disasters and saving countless mortals. Sometimes, he folded his clothes and meditated in a secret room, comprehending his swordsmanship. Sometimes, he would sit on a high platform and talk with his fellow cultivators, exchanging their cultivation experiences. At other times, he would have a stern expression as he gave instructions to several young disciples and taught them everything he knew ...

One day, he stood up in the secret room and opened the array on the door. A long wind blew across the mountains of the sword sect, bringing with it the moisture of the sea of clouds and the unique cold of the sword sect. It rolled up a corner of his Indigo robe.

Several young men and women of different heights knelt on one knee outside the secret room. Their postures were respectful, and they said in unison,"Welcome, master!"

PEI Ling looked around and nodded slightly. The aura around him was restrained, and the surging power in his body was unrestrained. He could pluck the stars and moon, move mountains and drain seas with a single thought, but he had already entered the Dao integration stage.

He asked a few questions about everyone's cultivation and pointed out the oldest male cultivator to be the leader of his line. &Quot; "I have a sudden impulse and already know where the Tribulation is."

"However, there are great opportunities and great dangers on this trip."

&Quot; I'll make arrangements for my funeral today. If I don't return, all of you should be self-reliant. Cultivate diligently and don't ruin my reputation! &Quot;

The disciples were shocked and were about to persuade him when PEI Ling flicked his sleeves and his body turned into a sword light. His traces were fleeting and he was already a thousand miles away.

... In the lobby of the drowsy relay station, PEI Ling suddenly regained his senses.

He remembered!

Wei duanju, he was Wei duanju of the Arctic Dragon Sword sect!