Chapter 8: The Flying Dagger of Immortal Slaying

Suddenly, a blue light enveloped a small knife a few inches long, which flew out from the pine tree and headed straight for the white tiger, reaching its side in an instant

Moreover, he had not even the slightest experience in encountering enemies. After much contemplation, he decided to take a different, safer mountain path. Although it would take several more days, it was certainly better than losing his life in a confused state right after setting out.

So sweet! Zhao Di happily took several big gulps, and with a satisfied expression, leaped onto a branch of a large pine tree beside him. Using both hands and feet, he effortlessly climbed up in just a few moves, choosing a relatively comfortable spot as his resting place for the night

A beast's roar echoed through the mountains and forests, startling Zhao Di awake from his dream

With a soft "pop," a small flame the size of a soybean gathered at his fingertip, which he gently flicked onto a branch. The branch immediately ignited fiercely, and in a moment, seven or eight branches were reduced to ashes.

Such meticulous control and the consumption of mental energy left Zhao in a state of drowsiness after the entire tiger skin was collected, clearly a result of overexerting his mental faculties. He sheathed the Immortal-Slaying Flying Knife, disregarding the need to tidy up the tiger skin, and returned to the pine tree to fall into a deep sleep.

Perhaps he was truly tired, and he quickly fell into a deep sleep. In his dreams, he found himself in various scenes: at one moment, he was immersed in ancient texts from a past life; at another, he was learning spells with a group of children, dazzled by the brilliant and powerful spiritual lights that captivated his heart; then he returned to his "childhood," where... Jian Xin'er followed him like a tail every day, constantly urging him to tell stories...

He used a small fireball to create a small pit, wrapped the rabbit in leaves, placed it in the pit, covered it with a layer of soil, and then pressed down seven or eight branches the thickness of an arm.

The manipulation of magical tools is known as the Art of Instrument Control, a method commonly used by cultivators to control objects from a distance. In addition to channeling spiritual energy into the magical tool to establish a connection with the cultivator, one must also use mental intent to control every movement of the tool.

The "Immortal Slaying Flying Knife" achieved a resounding victory in its first actual combat, and was then happily retrieved by Zhao Di. After a brief pause, Zhao Di summoned the flying knife again, carefully controlling it to gradually cut off the entire white tiger skin.

After Zhao used the concealment technique, he easily approached within two to three yards of the gray wild rabbit without alarming it. Then, a small fireball spell struck about two feet away from the rabbit. With a loud explosion of flames, a small pit about half a foot deep was left at the site, while the rabbit, completely unaware of what had happened, was instantly killed by the shockwave from the explosion as it continued to munch on the grass stems.

He was full after eating two rabbit legs. He casually found a banana leaf over a foot wide and performed a technique called "Rain Transformation." Instantly, countless small water droplets condensed in the air above his palm, transforming into a fine rain that gently fell onto the banana leaf. Before long, the leaf was filled.

This beast measures over 10 feet in length, its snow-white fur adorned with stripes of black, resembling the legendary and rare creature—the white tiger

He took out a flying knife-shaped magical tool from the leather bag, with a blade approximately three inches long and one inch wide. The handle is extremely short, and the entire knife is only the size of a palm, emanating a faint blue glow.

Zhao Di infused spiritual energy into his eyes and carefully observed the beast for a while using the Spirit Eye Technique, confirming that it was merely an ordinary wild animal, showing no signs of spiritual energy whatsoever

It seems that I can only control the flying knives within a radius of about three to four zhang; beyond this range, it becomes quite difficult to manipulate them skillfully. Zhao thought to himself that since he obtained this magical artifact, he had practiced the art of controlling objects seven or eight times, and now he could finally manage to manipulate them somewhat skillfully around him.

This steel-like long tail strikes forcefully, and it is feared that even trees as thick as a palm could be broken in half.

However, this blue light effortlessly severed the tiger's tail into two segments, randomly changing direction and charging towards the tiger's abdomen. The speed was so swift that the old tiger had no means of evasion.

Goodness! Zhao Di was delighted to see the hunt. In his impression, the white tiger held special significance; it was said that those who encountered and hunted a white tiger were extraordinary heroes of their time. Having only ventured out for a day of training, such a good omen appeared—could it signify that fortune was on the horizon?

The white tiger let out a painful howl, and was immediately sliced open from head to tail by a blue light, collapsing to the ground and dying, its blood and entrails spilling everywhere

Zhao Di immediately sat up and looked in the direction of the sound. Under the illumination of the moonlight, he could only vaguely see a large beast with black and white stripes approaching his location at a leisurely pace.

Zhao slowly channeled his spiritual energy into the flying knife through his palm, while simultaneously enveloping the entire blade with his consciousness. The small knife buzzed and leaped into the air.

Although this white tiger is large in size, its movements are remarkably agile. With a single leap forward, it evades the blue light, while simultaneously sweeping its long tail to strike above the blue light

Although Zhao Di has been cultivating for ten years now, he has never encountered any demon beasts. Naturally, he feels both curious and fearful towards these legendary creatures.

This unfortunate white tiger clearly has not yet noticed Zhao Di's presence, continuing to stride step by step towards a certain location emanating a rich aroma of meat

The flame formed by this spiritual energy is truly peculiar, its power so great that it is somewhat difficult to control. The soil is also heating up quite a bit; if I wait for half an hour, the rabbit should be well-cooked. I might as well take this opportunity to practice manipulating the magical tool.

Zhao Di issued another "instruction" in his mind to the flying knife, which at that moment seemed somewhat reluctant, trembling a few times before slowly turning around and flying in front of Zhao Di

He felt it was time to eat something and have a peaceful night's rest, setting out again at dawn the next day would not be too late. When Zhao left the Jian family, he neither brought a water bag nor any provisions, as solving the issue of food and drink was not a challenge for a cultivator. Even at the Foundation Establishment stage, due to the nourishment of powerful spiritual energy, the bodies of cultivators are completely different from those of ordinary people, allowing them to reach the state of "abstaining from grains," where they do not require any food at all, only needing to breathe in and exhale the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

Although cultivators possess far greater physical strength than ordinary mortals, for Zhao Di, who is only at the fourth level of the Qi Refining stage, after a day of trekking through the mountains, he still feels extremely fatigued

Go! A sharp reprimand echoed from Zhao Dikou, while simultaneously, he fervently imagined the scene of the small knife slicing forward and flying away.

This small dagger is a low-grade magical artifact, yet it has been bestowed with a grand name by Zhao—"Immortal Slaying Flying Dagger." It was given to him by his family when he reached the fourth level of Qi Refinement, and it remains his only magical artifact to date

Indeed, the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade, radiating a blue light, shot forward at an extremely fast speed, reaching a distance of five to six zhang in the blink of an eye

This is also because Zhao Di is a cultivator, which gives him the courage to think this way. If an ordinary mortal were to encounter this beast, they would likely be so frightened that their legs would go weak, and they would hardly consider it a good omen

He practiced several back-and-forth movements, testing how far the knife could fly before losing control, as well as practicing agile maneuvers in close proximity.

It is still important to seize the time to practice using magical tools, as it becomes much easier to slay beasts with them. Moreover, the texts state that the world of cultivation is one where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, making it even more perilous than the secular world. Having more means of self-protection is beneficial.

If the distance were a bit farther, it would feel less sensitive; however, even at several dozen zhang away, the action of a wild rabbit nibbling on tender grass was still noticed by Zhao.

About half an hour later, a fragrant aroma wafted up from the ground, and Zhao stopped his practice

"Concealment Technique," Zhao Di cast this basic low-level spell on himself. A beam of spiritual light enveloped his body, and after a few flickers, Zhao Di completely vanished from the forest. Of course, this low-level spell of concealment is only effective against mortals; if there are cultivators nearby, they can easily see Zhao Di's every move by using the similarly low-level spell "Spiritual Vision".

The power calculation of that mini fireball spell was just right; if it were any stronger, it would have burned this delicious meal. Zhao picked up the wild rabbit from the ground and praised himself, while also thinking:

Zhao Di, who had quietly breathed a sigh of relief, decided to patiently wait in the tree for the beast to approach. If he was not mistaken, it was likely the aroma of the half-roasted wild rabbit that had drawn this creature closer.

At this moment, Zhao Di spread his attention to the surroundings. With his powerful spiritual awareness, he could monitor every movement within a radius of several dozen feet. Whether it was the sound of earthworms burrowing into the soil, the faint fragrance emitted by the grass, or the pollen clinging to the hairs of bees as they flew over the flowers, all of these vividly appeared in Zhao Di's mind. This sensation of seemingly controlling everything around him brought Zhao Di immense enjoyment. The faint fragrance emitted by the grass, or the pollen clinging to the hairs of bees as they flew over the flowers, all of these vividly appeared in Zhao Di's mind. This sensation of seemingly controlling everything around him brought Zhao Di immense enjoyment.

When the beast approached within two or three hundred zhang of Zhao territory, illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the thicket, Zhao territory clearly discerned the appearance of the beast and could not help but take a deep breath.