The Sword of the Taoist Priest

"How am I not honest?" Changqing was a bit confused.

"I taught you the Qingyun Kung Fu, Qingyun Sword, and Qingyun Step. Do you know what that means?" "I don't know..." "It doesn't matter if you don't know. Let me ask you, is it real?" "It's real..." "But the spell you taught me, the Lao Jun Sword, is fake!" "This is impossible." Changqing immediately denied it.

The girl in white was so angry that her chest surged with rage, her silver teeth gritted, wanting to possess Changqing and take over his body. But, of course, she couldn't do that. "Show me again!" the girl in white said angrily. Changqing had no choice but to comply. He continued using a wooden stick as a sword, chanting words. "Heaven and earth, the nine orders of the law..."

As the long incantation finished, a brilliant divine light truly appeared on the wooden stick. The divine light illuminated the world but disappeared in an instant.

Changqing gestured towards the girl in white. "See? It's real, right? Before I trained in Qingyun Kung Fu, it was the same. Now, after training, I can control it more finely." Changqing continued, "I feel like the Lao Jun Sword can not only kill evil spirits. Without using true qi, it can attack evil spirits. But with true qi, it seems to increase my attack power, but... it consumes a lot of true qi. Maybe I still don't have enough true qi."

The power to surpass opponents! The strength of this spell was as crushing as the girl in white felt. Especially when she saw that Changqing had improved, and this improvement was due to the techniques she had taught him! Her heart became even more unbalanced.

"Where's the problem?" The girl in white stared at Changqing intently. "Well..." Changqing also thought for a moment. They had agreed to exchange teachings, and he had soared while she gained nothing. This made Changqing, who was usually kind-hearted, feel a little guilty.

Changqing thought seriously and eventually came to a conclusion. "I think I know where the problem lies." The girl in white became excited, looking at Changqing expectantly. Changqing awkwardly said, "So, is it possible that..." "Hmm?" "Old Jun, the great one...?" "Hmm?" "Doesn't want to pay attention to you?" "???" The girl in white was stunned. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. Suddenly, she clenched her fists in frustration, but when she looked at the divine light emanating from Changqing's wooden stick, she felt powerless again. "I thought you were a good person." "I am." "No, you're not." "..."

No matter how Changqing explained, the girl in white couldn't listen. She looked up at the moon, her expression filled with indescribable loneliness and desolation. She was originally a beauty of the nation, and in this mood, she looked even more enchanting. Her soft sigh made one's heart ache.

"If demons and monsters rise, bringing disaster to the country and people, would you help?" The girl in white suddenly asked.

"Of course I would." Changqing responded without hesitation. "Riding the sword and flying through the wind to eliminate demons between heaven and earth is my dream. Exterminating demons, catching ghosts, and offering them to the heavens is my responsibility."

"Because you're a chicken tyrant priest?" "..."

Changqing's face darkened. "I believe in you." The girl in white smiled slightly. This smile made the silver moon above shyly hide behind the clouds, not daring to look directly.

Changqing pursed his lips, feeling parched. If only she weren't a ghost...

"My name is Dongfang Lan, remember the technique you learned, it's called Qingyun Kung Fu." The girl in white said, her figure starting to fade.

"What's wrong?" Changqing suddenly became anxious. He felt like Dongfang Lan was about to vanish. "I am going to die." "How can you not die?" "I must die." "Why?" "Because your Lao Jun doesn't want to pay attention to me." "..."

Changqing was speechless. Just as Dongfang Lan's figure was about to completely disappear, Changqing said, "I can help you." Dongfang Lan's eyes flickered, "Really?" Changqing nodded seriously and raised the wooden stick in his hand. Dongfang Lan frowned, looking at him in confusion. "I can send you on your way." "???" Dongfang Lan's mouth opened slightly, stunned. In a hurry, her body suddenly solidified. Changqing was calculating in his mind, a ghost in the Condensing Qi realm had twice the lifespan of a human, about 400 years. If he were to kill chickens, at least fifty or sixty chickens would be needed.

"I've suddenly decided to die later, after all, there are still nine years." Dongfang Lan said, stepping forward and directly entering Changqing's body. Changqing's face changed, and he immediately blurted out, "Spiritual Treasure of the Celestial Lord, calm the form, disciple's soul and five organs, clear and mysterious. Azure Dragon, White Tiger, counteracting each other. Vermilion Bird, Black Tortoise, protect my body. Urgent as the law commands!" A mysterious light suddenly appeared around Changqing. With a cry, Dongfang Lan was instantly expelled from Changqing's body by the mysterious light!

"How... how could this happen..." Dongfang Lan was certain that Changqing was just a minor cultivator in the Condensing Qi realm. Yet this minor cultivator, not only could he see her, but he also expelled her from his body?

"What is going on?" Dongfang Lan felt like she had entered another world. Everything around her felt completely unfamiliar.

"Purification spell." Changqing scratched his head. "I thought you were going to harm me." "Harm you?" "If I wanted to harm you, would I be doing it now?" "If I wanted to harm you, why would I teach you the techniques?" "Besides, can I really harm you?"

Dongfang Lan kept pressing for answers, and Changqing had no choice but to retreat. If Dongfang Lan weren't a ghost, she could probably spit on him and wash his face.

Dongfang Lan reached out to touch Changqing's body, but Changqing's body emitted light, directly shaking her hand away. Dongfang Lan gave Changqing a meaningful look and asked, "Give you nine years, how far can you cultivate?" "I don't know." "These spells of yours are extraordinary. You should have some confidence." "I mean, I don't even know what realm I am in." "..." Dongfang Lan gave him a speechless explanation: "Below the Celestial Realm is the human continent, and we are on the Flowing Cloud Continent." "Cultivator realms are divided into Body Refining, Condensing Qi, Spiritual Awakening, Dan Sea, Golden Body, and Celestial Human realms." "Above these, the continent's spiritual energy is insufficient to support cultivation progress, so one must go to the Celestial Realm." "Spiritual Awakening means you can awaken spiritual thoughts, control objects, and fly. Generally, once you reach this realm, obsessions and resentments can turn into evil ghosts, which cultivators can perceive. Cultivators can also cast spells to exterminate evil spirits." "Normally, with my Condensing Qi realm, neither you nor even the Celestial Realm master of Qingyun, Zhao Zhen, would be able to see me..."

As Dongfang Lan kept explaining cultivation knowledge, Changqing finally understood the world he had transmigrated to.

"Perhaps, you really can help me." Dongfang Lan's gaze was intense as she looked at Changqing. Changqing tightened his grip on the wooden stick that still emitted divine light. Dongfang Lan immediately got angry, "I didn't mean this kind of help! Be a person!" Changqing awkwardly put down the stick, muttering to himself.