Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Chapter 430: Chapter 63: A Familiar Figure Returns
 

In the following days, since it wasn’t their turn to fight, Ling Yunpo spent his time strolling through Mount Tianmu with An Zhisu, thoroughly enjoying the mountain excursion and the scenic waters.

Apart from the battles among the top-notch masters from Kunlun, Shushan, and Penglai, the fights involving other cultivators were indeed not very interesting to watch.

Lin Duanshan and Duan Fenhai, being bachelors, wandered around the White Jade Capital Secret Realm, seeking out somewhat famous cultivators to spar with for entertainment.

As for Guan Shanyue, no one knew where he had gone; he was nowhere to be found.

That afternoon, An Zhisu was fishing with Ling Yunpo by a lake near Mount Tianmu.

Ling Yunpo prepared the bait in advance, scattering it near the lake to attract a school of fish before he began fishing.

An Zhisu sat beside him, warming wine over a small stove, occasionally using her Flying Smoke Sword to stoke the fire.

The sizable crucian carps kept biting, making Ling Yunpo overjoyed, and he kept putting them into the wooden bucket by Senior Sister An’s skirt, using water to keep them fresh.

“Junior Brother Ling!” Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

Ling Yunpo turned around and saw that it was Sima Changyan, ranked sixth on the Immortal Sword Ranking.

Since their last meeting in the giant wood secret realm, it had been quite a while since they had seen each other.

However, Senior Sister An didn’t like Sima Changyan; she felt that he was too engrossed in establishing connections and power, which she believed had hindered his own cultivation. Therefore, she often cautioned Ling Yunpo to minimize his contact with him.

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Behind Sima Changyan, there were two other people, a man and a woman, both of whom were acquaintances.

The man was slim, slightly pale, and he was the lead sword-casting master from Heavenly Craft Workshop, a Golden Core Realm cultivator at the Perfection of the Obscure Weave Rank, none other than Linghu Chu, their senior brother.

The woman had delicate features, pretty and adorable— if not Shi Liuli, the Miss Shi, then who could it be?

“Junior Brother Duan, Senior Sister An, let me introduce you,” Sima Changyan immediately said, “These two are friends from Yuqing View’s Heavenly Craft Workshop, the True Person Hengqiu and Shi Liuli.”

“I’ve long admired your great names,” Ling Yunpo said, giving his respects.

Hengqiu, the Taoist name of Linghu Chu after his Core Formation, though in Heavenly Craft Workshop people were more relaxed and usually called him “Senior Brother Linghu.”

“True Person Hengqiu?” An Zhisu paused briefly, “I saw you at the last sword tomb conference of the Guan Family.”

“My apologies, I didn’t expect the Sword Immortal with the Flying Smoke Sword to remember my name,” Linghu Chu said with a smile, “Miss Shi and I are here to make friends with the two of you and exchange swordplay knowledge.”

Though he said it was “exchanging swordplay knowledge,” Ling Yunpo was quite familiar with this Senior Brother’s real intention—his love for swords was driving him to see the Tenth Rank Flying Swords like Qing Ping and Flying Smoke.

But why had Miss Shi followed along? And why hadn’t Luo Yan, his future self, come?

Oh, if Luo Yan had come, it would just be to recite lines. When he had to play the part of Luo Yan in the future and recite the lines again, it really was better not to come.

“Exchanging swordplay knowledge?” An Zhisu grew interested, “Alright, let’s find a place nearby to have a match.”

Linghu Chu’s expression then stiffened—I, a Golden Core True Person, have a match with you, a Foundation Establishment disciple? Would you be able to block even one of my strikes?

“Ahem!” Ling Yunpo quickly tried to smooth things over, “How could we dare! True Person Hengqiu is a senior; it wouldn’t be appropriate to discuss on equal terms.”

This reminded An Zhisu that when a Golden Core True Person offered to exchange swordplay with you, it was meant as a humble gesture, a friendly approach, not an invitation for you to actually take it to a higher level.

Thus, Senior Sister An also felt somewhat awkward. Just as she was about to speak, she heard Shi Liuli giggle and say:

“Senior Brother, this friend is really amusing; could it be that he truly knows nothing but the sword?”

Hey, Miss Shi, you’re not exactly experienced yourself! Ling Yunpo immediately retorted internally.

“Well,” Linghu Chu pondered for a moment, then decided to be direct, “I am a sword-casting master from Heavenly Craft Workshop. I’ve heard the two of you possess Tenth Rank Immortal Swords, and I couldn’t help but be thrilled. Hence, I’ve come to request a glimpse of them… just a glance, nothing more.”

Upon hearing this, An Zhisu’s frown deepened, as lending out swords was considered highly impolite; what if you ran away with the sword? What if you tampered with it?

Ling Yunpo didn’t think too much about it, because he was very familiar with Linghu Chu’s temperament and knew that he had no ill intentions.

Even if he did have any ulterior motives, under Ah Jing’s scanning surveillance, what could he possibly do to my Qing Ping?

Therefore, he took out his Green Duckweed Sword and said generously,

“What’s so difficult about that? Please have a look, senior.”

“Scumbag!” The Green Duckweed Sword suddenly accused.

Ling Yunpo: ?

Linghu Chu looked at the Green Duckweed Sword in his hand but didn’t rashly touch it, just carefully examined it and said,

“How curious. It is said that the Intercepting Cult’s Green Duckweed Sword is supposed to be three feet and six and a half inches, in accordance with the number of seasons, but Brother Ling’s Immortal Sword is only three feet and six inches… It must have been recast.”

“Does recasting have any effect?” Ling Yunpo asked, puzzled.

“Not much of an effect,” Linghu Chu said with a smile. “Being five parts short actually makes the sword more condensed. It’s just that it isn’t as aesthetically pleasing as one that’s three feet and six and a half inches.”

“Bullshit!” The Green Duckweed Sword immediately cursed, “So longer means more beautiful, huh? A sword-casting master with such aesthetic standards understands swordsmanship only to this extent!”

“Brother Ling…” Linghu Chu hesitated, and Ling Yunpo immediately understood, so he took out the Thunder Punishment Sword and the Myriad Bamboos Sword as well.

“The Nine Heavens Thunder Execution Sword.” Linghu Chu sighed, “In the past, True Person Puhua wielded it to commit atrocities, and even the Heavenly Tribulation couldn’t do anything to him. Now that it’s in Brother Ling’s hands, I’m sure it will be brought to even greater heights.”

“The Thunder Punishment Sword can deal with the Heavenly Tribulation?” Ling Yunpo asked, surprised.

“I heard that the Thunder Punishment Sword was originally forged with Heavenly Thunder. In True Person Puhua’s hands, it could attract Heavenly Thunder, thereby weakening the intensity and power of the Heavenly Tribulation…” Linghu Chu said wistfully, “just don’t know how he did it.”

“Oh?” Ling Yunpo immediately became very interested.

“Ah, this…” The Thunder Punishment Sword also spoke in astonishment, “I can weaken the Heavenly Tribulation? I didn’t know that.”

“No worries.” Ling Yunpo comforted it, “When we get back, we’ll help you recall, and maybe you’ll remember.”

The Thunder Punishment Sword: ………..

Ling Yunpo put away the Thunder Punition Sword and then took out the Myriad Bamboos Sword.

“The Myriad Bamboos Sword,” Linghu Chu marveled, “the beloved sword of True Person Ping’an from Mount Beimang in the past.”

“The refinement technique of this sword is very peculiar; even I haven’t figured it out. However, in my opinion, a flying sword doesn’t necessarily have to be designed to be strong or fast. Being innovative in the mechanism is also excellent…”

Seeing that Linghu Chu was about to ramble on, Shi Liuli, who was already impatient, quickly interrupted him,

“Enough, Big Brother! We’ve looked at the swords now, it’s my turn to talk about important matters!”

“Alright, alright, Little Sister, you speak.” Seeing that An Zhisu was also clearly irritated, Linghu Chu knew he had been a bit over-the-top and promptly stepped aside.

“So, you are Ling Yunpo?” Shi Liuli asked doubtfully.

“That’s me.” Ling Yunpo nodded.

I haven’t changed my name or surname; it’s not Ling Poyun, it’s Ling Yunpo!

Unbelievably, Miss Shi the unreliable hadn’t gotten the name wrong, which was curious indeed.

The next second, the words that came out of Shi Liuli’s mouth made Ling Yunpo startle, and An Zhisu’s expression changed abruptly.

“Ling Yunpo? Have I met you somewhere before?”