I, Jiajing, successfully cultivated immortality

Chapter 593 The Flying Sword
Forbidden City, Qianqing Palace.

When he had nothing to do, Jiajing finally remembered the idea of ​​refining a flying sword that he had mentioned earlier.

At this moment, Jiajing was sitting cross-legged on the futon, his eyes seemed to be closed, and he saw a lavender mana rising up, covering a long sword in front of Jiajing.

This sword is the one worn by Jiajing. Since it is the sword used by the emperor, it has more symbolic meaning. Therefore, the decoration of this sword is extremely gorgeous.

But despite this, the sword is still extremely sharp. When the sword is pulled out of the scabbard, one's own figure can be clearly reflected.

At this moment, under the influence of the terrifying high temperature, the originally luxurious sword instantly turned into silver-white molten iron. Jiajing just waved slightly, and the ball of molten iron automatically floated in front of Jiajing.

Since entering the late stage of Qi training, Jiajing's control over his own power has reached a new level. Therefore, this level is simply a piece of cake for him.

Looking at the ball of molten iron suspended in front of him, Jiajing was immediately troubled, because before this, he had no experience in refining flying swords. All he had gotten from that secret realm earlier was information about formations. Knowledge.

"Why don't you give it a try based on those novels about cultivating immortals that you read in your previous life?"

Jiajing thought so, and immediately his mind moved. Suddenly, he saw the blue-gray Taoist robe Jiajing was wearing, starting to make a sound without wind.

The aura of his whole body began to gradually rise upwards, and a deep purple flame rose up, wrapping the silver-white molten iron inside and starting to calcine.

Jiajing's move was to try to inject mana into the molten iron through calcining. At that time, he only needed to move his mind to summon the flying sword and kill people invisibly.

Time passed slowly like this, and with the burning of the deep purple flame, all the remaining impurities in the silver-white molten iron were cleaned away, and the silver-white molten iron became more pure and flawless.

Seeing this, Jiajing immediately withdrew his magic power and stopped the calcination. Although Jiajing had already withdrawn his magic power, some deep purple flames were still lingering in the molten iron, which did not dissipate for a long time.

Immediately, Jiajing was seen making seals with his hands. While controlling the mana wrapped in the silver-white molten iron, he also took this opportunity to shape the sword.

Gradually, the silver-white molten iron changed, and its shape began to gradually change into the direction of a sword.

First the hilt, then the sword body. Seeing this, Jiajing immediately gathered his mind and began to devote himself wholeheartedly to shaping the sword.

Gradually, the degree of completion of this sword is getting higher and higher. Different from the previous extremely luxurious sword, this sword is simple and heavy. From this sword, there is no trace of the Emperor's Sword at all.

Jiajing knew that most of the success with this sword had been achieved. All he had to do next was to successfully establish contact with this sword and he would be done!

Although there was nothing special about this sword on the surface, Jiajing could vaguely sense the power contained in this sword.

Jiajing looked at the simple and heavy sword suspended in the air and began to feel the connection with the sword.

"The Tao can be Tao, it is not Tao, it can be named, it is not named, it is the beginning of the nameless heaven and earth, and it is the mother of all things that is named..."

As Jiajing silently recited the contents of the Tao Te Ching, he gradually entered a mysterious realm without sadness or joy.

Without Jiajing knowing it, a lavender mana rose up from his body and enveloped the simple and heavy sword suspended in mid-air.

As the mana wrapped around it, the flying sword suspended in mid-air became more and more restless, constantly making a crisp 'buzzing' sound, as if it was trying to escape Jiajing's control.

But the power that constitutes it all comes from Jiajing, so how can it escape?
Therefore, the sword soon stopped struggling and floated quietly in mid-air. Jiajing opened his eyes in time and looked at the flying sword floating in front of him, his face full of joy.

"This is it. I thought I had to spend my own blood and essence to establish a connection with this sword!"

Then, I saw Jiajing hand sealing seals, and with a thought, the sword began to circle around Jiajing.

"How about trying flying with a sword?"

Jiajing thought so and was ready to try it in the Qianqing Palace.

I saw Jiajing making a seal with his hand, letting the flying sword stay in mid-air, and then with a slight jump, Jiajing stepped firmly on the flying sword.

"Go!" Under Jiajing's control, the flying sword finally flew up unsteadily, and Jiajing's whole body also swayed left and right.

But gradually, after a period of flying, Jiajing also gradually mastered the skills of controlling the flying sword, and his skills became more and more skillful. In this way, Jiajing controlled the flying sword and flew around and around the Qianqing Palace. One lap.

It wasn't until most of the mana in his body was consumed that Jiajing reluctantly stopped flying.

At this moment, looking at the flying sword in his hand, Jiajing suddenly felt a sense of unreality in his heart.

Riding a flying sword and traveling freely is the dream of countless teenagers, and today, I have achieved it!

"This Qianqing Palace is still too small. Let's find a more open place to practice properly at night!"

Jiajing thought so and immediately made up his mind.

At this moment, Lu Fang's voice came from outside Qianqing Palace: "Your Majesty, I have something important to report!"

After hearing this, Jiajing immediately put away the flying sword in his hand and gave instructions.

"come in!"

After that, Lu Fang opened the door and walked in with silent steps.

As soon as Lu Fang entered the Qianqing Palace, he knelt on the ground with a plop, raised a memorial above his head, and reported it respectfully.

"Your Majesty, here are the relevant matters compiled by Yan Shifan, the elder of the small pavilion, when the examination for the clan and nobles will be held!"

"Well, bring it here!"

When Jiajing heard this, he raised his eyebrows, then looked in the direction of Lu Fang and gave the order.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

After Lu Fang responded, he immediately stepped to Jiajing's side and handed out the memorial in his hand.

Jiajing took the memorial from Lu Fang's hand, and after briefly browsing the contents, he put it aside casually.

In the memorial, the relevant matters raised by Yan Shifan were very targeted. Therefore, Jiajing had no intention of objecting. After a cursory glance, he withdrew his gaze.

"Tell Yan Shifan, I'm sure!"

After that, Jiajing asked curiously when he saw that Lu Fang was hesitant to speak.

"Lu Fang, do you have anything you want to tell me?"

Lu Fang saw that Jiajing had seen through her own thoughts, and after considering her words, she spoke carefully.

"Your Majesty, to be honest, I have received news that His Royal Highness Prince Yu's son has been ill recently!"

After Jiajing learned the news from Lu Fang, he couldn't help but frowned and asked immediately.

"Where's Taiyuan Hospital? What does Taiyuan Hospital say?"

"Your Majesty, the Taiyuan Hospital said that King Yu's son only had a cold occasionally, but because he was too young, they did not dare to use strong medicine and could only treat it slowly..."

Before Lu Fang finished speaking, Jiajing interrupted impatiently: "Okay, these bastards, send someone to tell King Yu that I will go there personally in the evening!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

(End of this chapter)