Chapter 363: Chapter 200: Violet Light Flying Sword, Imperial City Sword Immortal_3

However, Flame Saber has seven forms, and Jiang Feng felt that even now, he couldn’t manage even the most basic "visible" state.

He tried out Wind Control next.

Wind Control could be used for flight and speed-boosting, but also for offense—it could form Wind Blades, Wind Walls, and even Storms.

Jiang Feng moved his thoughts, and a disk of wind appeared at his feet, lifting his whole body up. Then, with a wave, everything in the cave was swept up by the wind, all floating mid-air—honestly, it looked more effective than Flame Saber.

But Jiang Feng still couldn’t laugh.

Because he could tell—even though both were Basic Cultivation Techniques, Flame Saber’s level should be higher than Wind Control’s.

Right after, he invested another hundred thousand Fortune Points each into Flame Saber and Wind Control.

The Panel Attribute Information changed.

Fortune: 68,297

Skills: Flame Saber (Beginner+) Wind Control (Proficient)

Same two hundred thousand Fortune Points, yet Flame Saber was still at Beginner level, while Wind Control had reached Proficient.

Jiang Feng willed it, and a wind vortex spun up in his palm—under his control, it split into more than a dozen Wind Blades. Puff-puff-puff, they slashed the cave walls, leaving marks like blades hacking through.

As for Flame Saber—

Jiang Feng tried to cast it.

"Whoosh!"

A streak of fire leapt from the cave, slashing down at a pinecone tree below the cliff—bang, the pinecone tree turned to ash.

Jiang Feng had grasped the initial form of Flame Saber—the Flaming Blade Aura.

Seeing the plus sign after Flame Saber (Beginner), Jiang Feng tried to invest another ten thousand Fortune Points into it. He tried this a few times—on the third try, with a total investment of two hundred thirty thousand Fortune Points, the Panel Attribute Information changed again.

Name: Jiang Feng

Fortune: 38,297

Cultivation Technique: Yangchun Technique (Minor Achievement)

Skills: Three-legged Body Technique (Great Success) Flame Saber (Proficient) Wind Control (Proficient)

Realm: Qi Condensation (Second Layer)

Divine Power: Immortality

Jiang Feng walked out of the cave, riding the wind downward. His posture was as graceful as a Snowy Owl soaring through the sky. After becoming a cultivator, he’d finally mastered the basic ability of flight without using a Magical Treasure.

He could now roam the world using Wind Control.

With the boost from his magical techniques, his Spiritual Power consumption was who-knows-how-much lighter than before.

When he activated Wind Control at full strength, his speed actually matched a Minor Success Level Three-legged Body Technique.

Not only was Spiritual Power consumption reduced, but the disturbance caused was far weaker than before, and the Spiritual Power fluctuations he created were almost negligible.

Of course, that was for flying usage.

If used to attack an enemy, Wind Control would still produce Spiritual Power fluctuations.

Jiang Feng flew down from the cliff, then soared up from beneath again.

He repeated this a couple times, and only after confirming that he’d truly mastered flight did he stop.

Then he shot towards the distant forest.

He arrived above a river.

He made a slashing motion downward.

Flame Saber fell.

The visible blade aura transformed into a tangible, blood-red saber. The blood saber sank to the bottom of the lake. Jiang Feng headed toward the Dragon Capital. Right after he left, the river’s surface began to boil and the water level nearby dropped rapidly.

A crack opened in the riverbed.

The riverwater flooded in.

A whirlpool gradually formed at the surface.

"Well, the Academy trip wasn’t for nothing. At least I’ve mastered two Magical Techniques and Divine Power. If I run into that Six-armed Divine Emperor, with these two Magic Sects, I should be able to at least make him suffer a bit while I escape."

"And if I run into that Little Cyan Snake, just one Flame Saber slash—tsk tsk tsk!"

"Eh? Why am I heading toward the South City Gate now? Isn’t that Tiger Fang Manor? Whatever, whatever."

Before the city gates closed, Jiang Feng entered the Dragon Capital from the West City Gate, and returned to Shuitang Alley.

The next day, he went to a teahouse to gather information.

He wanted to hear how his break-in at the Imperial City—stealing books from the Academy—was being discussed, and what kind of stance the Emperor of the Great Tang was taking. In the end, he found nothing; people outside didn’t even know this had happened.

From the looks of it, only a handful of people knew about his break-in at the Academy, and the Emperor of the Great Tang clearly hadn’t spread it around—after all, it wasn’t the sort of thing you’d want publicized.

But, secret investigations were probably inevitable.

So, after selling firewood to the tea house, Jiang Feng prepared to leave—planning to get out of the Dragon Capital in the next couple days. The city had no further value to him; he couldn’t return to the Academy now.

The Emperor of the Great Tang would definitely double the guards.

Trying to use the Academy to explore the truth about cultivation—no longer an option.

And, over these past few months wandering around the Dragon Capital, he hadn’t met any other cultivators. Maybe the real cultivators all hid only inside the Imperial City.

He couldn’t just barge in and ask, "I’m new to cultivation—can you tell me who’s who in the Cultivation Realm?"

If he wanted to investigate, he had no choice but to try other places.

Besides, the Wolf King in the underground palace was always a ticking time bomb. Jiang Feng figured it was best to stay far away.

"Hmm?"

But just as Jiang Feng was selling firewood to the teahouse owner, about to leave, he suddenly sensed two waves of Spiritual Power.

Those two Spiritual Power fluctuations were right nearby.

They came from two old men who had just entered the teahouse and sat down—white-haired, child-faced, and, by Jiang Feng’s guess, both more than a hundred years old.

The two of them started chatting as soon as they sat—no one else could hear a word. Others probably thought they were talking in lip-speak or something; after all, the teahouse was crowded, and there were things best left unsaid in public.

But Jiang Feng could see at a glance—they were using Spiritual Power to seal off their conversation, preventing any sound from leaking out. That was the ripple of power he’d sensed just now.

Jiang Feng wanted to eavesdrop but didn’t dare risk angering the two and bringing himself trouble.

So, for safety’s sake—

He didn’t act rashly, simply memorizing the two men’s faces.

After they left, Jiang Feng watched them for a while longer, all the way to where they disappeared around a street corner—they never once looked back at him.

Jiang Feng muttered to himself, "Did they really not notice me, or just didn’t care?"

He felt sure his staring was obvious, but neither had reacted.

Could it be that both were actually weaker than him?

With this suspicion, Jiang Feng followed them cautiously, and then saw them enter a martial arts hall.

Great Tang’s First Martial Arts Hall.

Demon-Suppressing Martial Arts Hall!