My Master Disconnected Yet Again (Part 3)

Chapter 464: Toward the Southern Land

Lonemoon thought that Fatty could not learn how to sword-ride because he had no foundation in sword techniques. Then again, which sword cultivator did not take years and years to establish their foundation in sword techniques? They could only make use of their spirit Qi to improve their sword techniques after establishing that foundation. Since Fatty had never trained before, he was just beginning to interact with spirit Qi – much less sword Qi. That was why he could not even handle the little sword Qi that dharmic weapons contained. It was such a waste of his Nascent Soul cultivation.

Such circumstances normally were not that huge of a problem. After all, there were many cultivators, and a huge number of them could not become sword cultivators. Actually, all Fatty needed to learn was how to use the spirit Qi in his body to control the sword Qi in the weapon. Yet, he seemed to be having difficulty doing that. No matter how he tried to activate the spirit Qi in his body, he could not suppress the sword Qi. It was almost as if he was naturally averse to sword Qi. The moment his spirit Qi made contact with the sword, the sword Qi would begin to attack his spirit Qi. There was no hope of him even suppressing the sword Qi at all. As time went by, the reaction between the two types of Qi got stronger and stronger, so that the form of the sword weakened. That, in addition to the fact that Fatty was overweight, made it only natural that so many swords broke apart.

"Fatty, were you an enemy of a sword cultivator in your previous life?" Lonemoon glanced at him. They had been trying to teach him sword-riding for three days now, but he was still barely hanging on to the swords. Based on Lonemoon's calculations, even an immortal sword would not be able to withstand this. If Fatty could not even subdue the sword Qi in a flying sword, Lonemoon was really beginning to doubt whether he really did jump four stages.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Fatty looked extremely guilty. His entire face was now blue and black. He looked meekly at Lonemoon. "I'll try my best, Master."

"Who's your master!" Lonemoon glared at him. "I don't have such a useless disciple!" Not one of the disciples in Invincible Sect was as stupid as Fatty.

"Perhaps he's not suited to be a sword cultivator," Yi Qing could not help but speak up. "He attracts loads of spirit Qi – perhaps he's more suited to become a spirit cultivator. What's more, he has a five-elemental spirit root. He can do anything, from creating talismans, to setting up arrays, refining pills and even refining weapons. Father Niu, how about you teach him another-"

"No!" Lonemoon interrupted, without waiting for him to finish.

"Why?"

"Rubbish!" Lonemoon glared at him. "I can only teach sword cultivation. If you want him to learn other things, you can go ahead!"

"Sorry, I interrupted you." Yi Qing turned around and flew back to Shen Ying's side, acting like he had not said anything. "Master, have some fruit."

Shen Ying: "..."

"Father Niu, where are we going?" Shen Ying asked, taking the fruit and taking one bite. They've already been flying for three days.

"We're going to the southernmost part," Lonemoon replied.

"Where?" Shen Ying hesitated.

"Master, we're going to the place where Fatty said there are lots of beasts and demons," Yi Qing explained.

"Oh." Shen Ying tilted her head. "What for?"

"All because you picked up this fatty." Lonemoon glared at him. The contempt and disgust he was feeling because of Fatty was now directed at the master and disciple duo. "His flesh is extremely valuable – everybody wants a piece of it. He's helpless in terms of fighting, yet he wants to seek justice for himself. That's why we need to go to a quiet place to teach him some skills. Anyway..."