The Immortal Cultivation World of Male Inferiority and Female Supremacy-Chapter 92 - : 92. Falling Objects from a High Altitude
Chapter 92: 92. Falling Objects from a High Altitude
The shuttle hovered above the clouds.
When the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect announced that the first trial was to jump off the shuttle, there was a moment of complete silence on the deck, followed by an uproar.
Those with courage questioned the sect’s disciples, while the timid stood in place, unsure of what to do, either exclaiming in shock or whispering among themselves, making the whole scene chaotic.
The Heavenly Sword Sect disciples, however, did not offer any explanations, but merely emphasized that jumping was the trial, and those who did not jump would soon be sent back.
Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong were still looking at Fang Zhou; they had just taken the Heart Demon Oath, and now it was coming true, and their 2 points of righteous reputation could not hold up against it.
Fang Zhou, feeling utterly awkward, could only change the subject: “Didn’t you all do your homework before coming to participate in the entry-level trials? Don’t even know what the trials are about?”
If the Heavenly Sword Sect had held so many entry-level disciple recruitment trials, then the content of the trials should have long been known.
Chu Yunfei looked at him in surprise: “The content of the entry-level trials by the Heavenly Sword Sect is different every time.”
Ah, it seems the person who didn’t do their homework beforehand was myself.
But I wasn’t here to participate in the first place, so why do any homework at all.
Fang Zhou coughed awkwardly: “What’s the problem? Just jump, is the Heavenly Sword Sect really going to let these nearly a thousand trialists all fall to their death? There must be some kind of protection below.”
“The young master is right.”
Chu Yunfei flattered first and then looked outside the shuttle with a fearful gaze: “That’s right, but this is high above the clouds, who would dare to jump rashly?”
This is a height of ten thousand meters; though they know the Heavenly Sword Sect wouldn’t let them travel thousands of miles just to die, not everyone has the courage to jump.
Not to mention, some people are naturally afraid of heights; they feel their legs turning to jelly just by looking down, let alone jumping.
“Damn it… Damn it…”
Li Yunlong’s face was pale, and he was muttering to himself, his legs shaking involuntarily.
Well, here’s someone with a fear of heights.
For such a terrifying thing, someone needs to lead the way, or else no one will dare to be the first to jump.
The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect were in no hurry and took out a stick of already lit incense from behind, announcing loudly: “You have the time of one incense stick; the shuttle will return to base. Please make your decision soon.”
The trialists looked at each other, but no one dared to move.
Suddenly, a light laugh sounded, and everyone looked over—it was the centre of attention, Xia Wenqiu.
There was no sign of panic on her face; instead, she wore a confident smile, arrogantly taking out a paper fan and walking towards the edge of the deck.
Another figure also stepped forward at almost the same time, Xia Wenqiu’s arch-rival, Ji Congfeng.
Ji Congfeng’s face was indifferent, her steps neither hasty nor slow, displaying a calm composure.
Both reached the edge of the deck, Xia Wenqiu flicking her paper fan, smiling at Ji Congfeng: “Sister Ji, if you fear this height, you can come back in ten years. Your little sister will wait for you in the Heavenly Sword Sect?”
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Ji Congfeng snorted coldly, and amidst countless exclamations, she leapt into the sea of clouds.
Xia Wenqiu laughed out loud, closed her fan, and then jumped off the shuttle just after.
With these two Heavenly Prides leading the way, soon after, other people followed suit and jumped, but the majority were still watching and waiting.
“I’m going first.”
Fang Zhou said to Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong.
Without waiting for a response, Fang Zhou took a light leap; he was already standing at the edge of the deck, and with that leap, he had already moved beyond the deck.
Outside the shuttle, a gust of wind suddenly rose, which instantly blew away Fang Zhou’s mask from his face.
He couldn’t afford to reach for it and could only reveal an awkward smile to the dumbstruck Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong as his figure rapidly fell.
But in Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong’s eyes, Fang Zhou seemed to lightly hop down, like an immortal man soaring through the sky.
He revealed a breathtakingly beautiful smile to them. In that moment, it was as if time stood still, the whole world lost its color, and only the radiance of his smile shone brilliantly, warm as the spring.
When Fang Zhou’s figure vanished from sight as he plummeted down, it seemed as if he took the hearts of the two on the deck with him.
Li Yunlong closed her eyes, and when she reopened them, determination filled her gaze, and her hands no longer shook, nor were her legs weak.
“Yunfei, pull me down!”
Her tone was filled with resolve: “Damn it, I refuse to believe jumping down would kill me, and even if it does, I’ll accept my fate!”
Chu Yunfei laughed heartily: “Sister Yunlong, I’ll join you!”
The two held hands and leaped off the deck together.
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After jumping down from the shuttle, Fang Zhou still felt a twinge of nervousness.
After all, this was his first experience with high-altitude free-fall in both his lives.
The wind nearly pierced his eardrums with its fierceness as the temperature plummeted, making it hard to breathe the air into his mouth. Ordinary people might find this unbearable, but Fang Zhou’s body, having been enhanced by the system and nourished by Spiritual Energy, was far beyond ordinary and felt no discomfort at all.
Surrounded by clouds and without any point of reference, he had no idea how fast he was falling.
Fang Zhou looked up, and the shuttle had already disappeared into the clouds.
The reason he dared to jump was not only his conviction that the Heavenly Sword Sect wouldn’t let the trialists plummet to their deaths but also his own protective measures.
In his heart, Fang Zhou silently recited the incantation for the Sword Control Technique, and immediately a streak of light shot out from the Sword Box on his back, spiraling to position itself under Fang Zhou’s feet, raising him up.
Indeed, Fang Zhou’s protective measure was the Xuanyuan Sword with the Sword Control Technique.
For cultivators to fly is not simple, as the Flying Technique is something only those above the Golden Core Realm can learn. Below the Golden Core, one could only resort to Artifact Control Flight, and Ling Xiaoyue’s liquor flask was one such method.
Of course, most cultivators favored Sword Flight, probably because it looked cooler.
Sword Flight doesn’t have a fixed pose or action; essentially, it all comes down to using Spiritual Energy to manipulate the Magic Treasure to fly, so there is no set standard. Whether standing, sitting, prone, supine, or trailing behind, or even flying with the sword pressing against your backside, any action is possible.
Fang Zhou was at the Perfection of Qi Refining and had plentiful Spiritual Energy within his body, but without being able to extend it outward, he couldn’t achieve Artifact Control Flight.
However, the Sword Control Technique was different, as it connected and communicated with Fang Zhou’s mind and body, similar to Little Seven’s gourd treasure.
Little Seven’s gourd had a specific name in the Cultivation World, known as the ‘Bloodline Treasure’ or ‘Consort Magical Treasure,’ usually found with demons. The treasure is linked to the owner’s bloodline, and it can be used even without Spiritual Energy.
The Sword Control Technique probably mimicked this method, linking the Xuanyuan Sword to Fang Zhou’s bloodline, allowing easy Sword Flight without needing to externalize Spiritual Energy.
Of course, it still fell short of a true Bloodline Treasure. If Fang Zhou had no Spiritual Energy within his body, he wouldn’t be able to control the Xuanyuan Sword.
Supported by the Xuanyuan Sword, Fang Zhou’s descent slowed down. Now, he could easily fly back up to the shuttle standing on the Xuanyuan Sword, but doing so would blow his cover.
After a while, Fang Zhou saw people plummeting past him, accompanied by faint cries of terror, akin to raindrops falling.
He also spotted Chu Yunfei and Li Yunlong, with Chu Yunfei shouting at the top of her lungs, and Li Yunlong with her eyes tightly closed.
Seeing the two holding hands, Fang Zhou couldn’t help but wonder if aside from their long night chats, the two did something unspeakable last night.
To avoid getting hit by people falling above him, Fang Zhou had no choice but to deactivate the Sword Control Technique and continue falling.
Before long, he passed through the cloud layer and saw the landscape below.
