"That's amazing!" Zhang Zekai exclaimed in disbelief. "They've only been practicing for less than an hour!"

A look of surprise flashed in Leng Muya's eyes: "Jiaojiao's talent is indeed amazing. However..."

She then changed the subject: "Flying on a sword and simple control are two different things. To truly fly on a sword, you need a much longer period of practice."

Rong Jiaojiao sheathed her Lingyuan Sword and wiped the sweat from her forehead, which had been forming due to nervousness. "Uncle-Master, I will continue to work hard."

"That's enough for today." Leng Muya checked the time. "We have a mission tomorrow, so everyone should get some rest."

Back in her dormitory, Rong Jiaojiao was still immersed in the excitement of mastering the sword control technique.

After setting up an isolation array in her room, she carried Zi Ling into the secret realm.

The secret realm was filled with spiritual energy, and the pond rippled with clear water. The spiritual energy, which was several times more concentrated than that outside, made every pore on her body feel refreshed.

She first went to the small tree to look at the immobilized demon spirit, and saw that the bloodthirsty aura on it had faded considerably.

Upon seeing this, Zi Ling exclaimed happily, "Master, it won't be long before this wisp of spiritual essence is purified."

Rong Jiaojiao nodded, put on the new talisman, and said, "I'll give you half to absorb later."

Zi Ling shook her head: "No need, Master. I will use the Soul Devouring Demon Seed to advance quickly as well."

Rong Jiaojiao asked worriedly, "None of the things you eat are purified. Won't eating too much of them have any effect on you?"

Zi Ling shook her head: "No, my spiritual fire will purify all the impurities in my body."

Rong Jiaojiao was overjoyed to hear this: "That's great! Maybe you'll be even better than me in the future!"

Zi Ling nuzzled Rong Jiaojiao's arm with her head: "That would be best, so I can better protect my master."

Rong Jiaojiao patted its head and put it down.

"This is the perfect place to practice sword control!" She took out the Spirit Abyss Sword, and the blade emitted a pleasant hum under the nourishment of the spiritual energy of the secret realm.

Zi Ling jumped onto the bluestone table next to her, tilting her little head: "Master, are you going to practice flying on your sword here?"

"Yes!" Rong Jiaojiao nodded emphatically, "Practicing outside is too noisy, we can practice freely here."

She took a deep breath and, following the instructions taught by Leng Muya, channeled her spiritual energy into the sword.

The Lingyuan Sword shone brightly with blue light, gradually widening and enlarging with her will, hovering at a height of one meter above the ground.

"Let's try short-distance flight first." She carefully stepped onto the sword, which sank slightly before landing directly on the ground, causing Rong Jiaojiao to fall on her bottom.

Rong Jiaojiao was not convinced and stood up to continue practicing. This time, she hovered the sword half a foot high so that even if it couldn't fly, she wouldn't fall.

Through repeated experiments, she gradually learned to control the flying sword so that it wouldn't fall off after she stepped on it.

Feeling the spiritual energy fluctuations beneath her feet, she slowly straightened up and took off on her flying sword.

"I did it!" she exclaimed in surprise, then swayed and almost fell over.

Zi Ling hurriedly reminded, "Master, be careful to keep your balance!"

Rong Jiaojiao steadied herself and began to control her flying sword to move forward slowly.

At first, she moved very slowly, like a toddler learning to walk, but as she practiced more, she gradually mastered the knack of balance.

"Zi Ling, I'm going to speed up!" The Lingyuan Sword flew forward with a "whoosh," the strong wind it generated ruffling her hair.

The scenery in the secret realm rushed past beneath her feet, and the feeling of soaring freely made her cheer out loud.

"Master, watch out ahead!" Zi Ling suddenly warned.

Rong Jiaojiao looked up and saw that the spirit bamboo she had transplanted from her master's door had now grown into a patch, and it was right in front of her.

She hurriedly changed direction, but due to her lack of skill, she fell off the sword.

"Ouch!" She tumbled onto the grass in a sorry state, and the Lingyuan Sword rang out and stuck not far away.

Zi Ling ran over quickly, patting her cheek with her little paws worriedly: "Is Master alright?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Rong Jiaojiao rubbed her sore arm and sat up. "It's just a little embarrassing..."

She looked at the Lingyuan Sword and noticed that the blade was trembling slightly, as if mocking her clumsiness.

She strode over angrily, drew her sword, and shouted, "What are you laughing at? Let's try again!"

This time, she was more cautious. She first practiced basic maneuvers such as sharp turns and sudden stops at low altitudes, and only after she had fully mastered them did she attempt to increase the altitude.

"Zi Ling, I'm going to fly higher!" The Lingyuan Sword carried her slowly upwards, and the scenery below became smaller and smaller.

When you ascend to a height of tens of meters, the entire scenery of the secret realm comes into view.

There were thriving medicinal herb fields, fruit trees laden with spiritual fruits, and pheasants and rabbits roaming freely in secluded areas.

Spirit fish swam to and fro in the pond, things were haphazardly piled up in the warehouse, and there was also a patch of spirit vegetables and spirit rice...

Everything was so beautiful...

Having thoroughly enjoyed her blessed land, she happily descended and took Shang Ziling with her as they flew into the sky.

Zi Ling chirped excitedly, and Rong Jiaojiao was also happy, leaving a trail of laughter in the air.

After flying around a few times, Rong Jiaojiao landed steadily beside the medicinal field with Zi Ling, and the Lingyuan Sword obediently hovered beside her.

She reached out and gently stroked the sword, feeling the warm spiritual energy emanating from it.

“Master is very steady on the sword now!” Zi Ling jumped onto her shoulder and affectionately rubbed her cheek.

“But I’m still not skilled enough.” Rong Jiaojiao shook her head, her gaze falling on the fruit trees in the distance. “I want to try something more difficult.”

She took a deep breath and stepped onto the Spirit Abyss Sword again. This time, she flew directly towards the orchard, much faster than before.

"What is Master going to do?" Zi Ling grabbed her collar tightly.

"We're speeding through the orchard!" Rong Jiaojiao's eyes sparkled with excitement.

The Lingyuan Sword carried Rong Jiaojiao like a blue lightning bolt towards the orchard. Zi Ling's little claws tightly gripped her collar, her purple fur fluttering backward in the wind.

"Master, slow down!" Zi Ling's shrill voice rang in Rong Jiaojiao's mind, making Rong Jiaojiao feel a tickle in her ears.

Rong Jiaojiao stared intently at the dense fruit trees in front of her, the Lingyuan Sword nimbly weaving through the branches under her control.

Her body swayed from side to side with the sword's movements, sometimes dodging overhanging branches, sometimes bending down to avoid hanging fruits.

"Whoosh—"

A flash of sword light appeared, and the Lingyuan Sword carried her through an extremely narrow gap in the tree. Several leaves were taken down by the sword energy and swirled down in the air.

"This is so exciting!" Rong Jiaojiao exclaimed excitedly, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

Zi Ling suddenly perked up her ears: "Master, watch out on your right!"

Before he could finish speaking, a thick tree branch swept towards him.

Rong Jiaojiao suddenly sank, the Lingyuan Sword flying almost close to the ground, startling several pheasants that were pecking at their food.

"Cluck cluck cluck!" The pheasant flapped its wings and scattered, a feather drifting down and landing on Rong Jiaojiao's head.