Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

“Green Duckweed Sword?” Ling Yunpo frowned as he spoke.

“Right.” The Green Duckweed Sword responded.

“Ah Jing!” Ling Yunpo didn’t pay attention to her but instead asked the Kunlun Mirror, “Is what she said true?”

“Or else could it be false?” Green Duckweed Sword said, “Isn’t that right, Yao Yao?”

“What the heck is a ‘Yao Yao’!” Kunlun Mirror voiced a protest.

“In the Western Mother’s Palace, the mirror atop Jade Pond Platform is called ‘Yao Yao’. What’s wrong with calling you ‘Yao Yao’?” Green Duckweed Sword said with a laugh.

“By that logic, I should be calling you ‘Jian Jian’.” Kunlun Mirror rarely made such a retort.

“OK then, although it doesn’t sound as nice as Qing Ping, no problem,” Green Duckweed Sword said, not minding at all.

Seeing that Kunlun Mirror had no rebuttal, Ling Yunpo spoke up again:

“Qing Ping, what just Rank are you? What’s your Attribute? What Daoist Magic do you have?”

“Rank?” Green Duckweed Sword sounded surprised, “Am I not an Immortal Sword?”

“The Heavenly Stem Sword Casting Method only became popular eight thousand years ago; by that calculation, you’re currently a Tenth Rank,” Kunlun Mirror reminded her.

“Then I am a Tenth Rank Flying Sword,” Green Duckweed Sword adapted quickly, “As for the Five Elements Attribute, it’s actually ‘Milky Way Water’.”

“The classification by musical note attributes of the Five Elements is no longer in vogue,” Kunlun Mirror said again, “You just need to say it’s a Water System Attribute.”

“Oh oh, so a Tenth Rank Water System Flying Sword,” Green Duckweed Sword complied good-naturedly, “As for the Sword Dao Techniques, that’s temporarily a secret.”

“What do you mean by ‘temporarily a secret’?” Ling Yunpo said, dissatisfied, “You are my Flying Sword, since when do you have secrets from me?”

“Oh, little brother,” Green Duckweed Sword reminded him, “I’m not actually your Flying Sword; I’ve just been playing with you because I was bored.”

Ling Yunpo: ?

He turned and asked Kunlun Mirror:

“Ah Jing, is there still time to throw this wench back into the Sword Pool and exchange her for a proper Flying Sword?”

“Of course,” Kunlun Mirror replied, “and I strongly advise you to do so. She is not someone easy to tame.”

“Alright then.” Ling Yunpo promptly left the room.

“Hey, wait a minute, just wait!” the Green Duckweed Sword quickly started to whine, “I was just joking earlier, I’ve already dedicated myself to you, how could I betray my Sword Master so easily?”

“Give you another chance, whose Flying Sword are you?” Ling Yunpo asked coldly.

“Yours, yours, alright?” Green Duckweed Sword spoke softly and sweetly, “With Yao Yao, we both belong to the Sword Master~”

“Do not drag me into this,” Kunlun Mirror, who had been enjoying the show, expressed discontent.

“Continue with the Sword Dao Techniques,” Ling Yunpo interrupted them.

“Well, most of the Sword Dao Techniques you can’t use yet,” Green Duckweed Sword pretended to ponder, “How about you take this to play with?”

“This technique is called ‘Green Mist Veil Over the Mountains’, and it uses Water System True Yuan to form a vast mist that spreads over miles. Enemies within it will have their senses sealed, movements slowed, and all non-Water System Spells greatly weakened.”

“To activate it, simply recite the incantation ‘Mists rise and disperse, like a mirage over the water,’ whether aloud or silently.”

“Alright,” Ling Yunpo nodded, “I will try it out. If it’s not useful, you can roll back to the Sword Pool!”

“Don’t be like that!” Green Duckweed Sword started to whimper, “Your consort does not wish to leave the Sword Master; can’t you give your consort a bit of trust? As long as the Sword Master becomes stronger, your consort can provide even more useful Sword Dao Techniques!”

“Green Duckweed.” Ling Yunpo said coldly and without sentiment, “Remember, it’s not you who chose me; it’s me who chose you.”

“It’s not that the weak trust the strong and choose to follow them; it’s because the strong are superior entities, and the weak have no choice but to follow.”

“The followers who are too weak will only be left far behind by the strong. This is true for both you and me,” Ling Yunpo said at last, before walking out.

Green Duckweed Sword: ………..

“If you don’t want to even be unable to keep up with my pace, then strive to become stronger,” Ling Yunpo said at last as he walked outside.

“Yao Yao, I’m starting to like him,” the Green Duckweed Sword spoke quietly to the Kunlun Mirror, avoiding Ling Yunpo’s divine sense, “What should I do? Such an interesting Sword Master, it’s my first time encountering one.”

“Are you planning to transform into a human form and fall in love with him?” asked the Kunlun Mirror.

“No, no, no, being human is no fun. It’s more enjoyable to be a sword,” the Green Duckweed Sword shook its head and said.

Ling Yunpo, ignoring their whispered criticism, left the Daoist temple directly and went outside to an open space, raising a sword finger with one hand.

His divine sense connected with the sword spirit, and the Green Duckweed Sword floated in the air, trembling slightly.

“A misty aura, like an illusionary mirage,” Ling Yunpo chanted aloud.

In an instant, a boundless fog appeared out of thin air, rapidly enveloping the surrounding open space.

Looking around, Ling Yunpo found that as far as the eye could see everything was a vast expanse of white, like the endless snow on the screen of an old television set that couldn’t receive a signal.

With his hand extended, he couldn’t see anything, and with his ear turned, he couldn’t hear any sound. The thick fog seemed to have absorbed all color and noise, leaving only the purely tranquil white between heaven and earth.

His body seemed to become heavy, and upon looking down, Ling Yunpo realized that his clothes were soaked without knowing when.

Water dripped from the hem of his clothes. He tried to use his divine sense, activating his Qi Sea, but he found that his divine sense was blocked less than half a meter away from his body, and the flow of his True Qi also became sluggish.

Then he connected his Qi energy with the Green Duckweed Sword, and the weight on his body lightened instantly, his divine sense spreading unhindered through the fog.

In this thick fog, every tiny drop of water could become a part of his divine sense’s expansion.

Ling Yunpo halted the flow of True Qi, dispelled the surrounding fog, sheathed the Green Duckweed Sword, and found a shady spot to sit down to wait for Senior Sister An to return from outside.

He was also considering how to utilize this Sword Dao technique to construct a flexible battle system.

For instance, when sparring with fellow disciples from Shushan, the dense fog could rise to obscure their perception, then he could use the Green Duckweed Sword for a fair and square backstab.

Hmm, that approach still seems too conservative.

Since the fog suppresses the opponent’s divine sense, they would definitely recall their Flying Swords to their side and be on full alert.

Suppose I carry two swords, deliberately throwing one directly at the opponent, while controlling the Green Duckweed Sword to circle around for a backstab.

If the enemy is quick enough to block the frontal Throwing Sword, they’ll surely miss the backstab from behind…

Just as he was thinking this, Ling Yunpo suddenly looked up and saw a strange, short and plump youth descend onto Qingluo Peak on a beam of sword light.

“Ling Yunpo, Junior Brother Ling?” The other’s gaze came over.

“That’s me. May I ask who you are?” Ling Yunpo greeted with a hand-clasp.

“Lou Zhizheng.” The short and plump youth’s eyes moved and landed on the Green Duckweed Sword behind him.

“Wow! This guy’s gaze is disgusting!” the Green Duckweed Sword ranted in his mind, “Hide me! I don’t want him to see me!”

“Is Senior Sister An here?” Lou Zhizheng asked to confirm.

“She’s gone out,” Ling Yunpo replied indifferently, “Brother Lou is welcome to sit inside the temple and wait for Senior Sister’s return.”

“No need,” said Lou Zhizheng, lifting his chin and with a certain defiant but somewhat regretful tone, he sneered and said:

“Junior Brother Ling, do you know?”

“Great trouble is coming your way!”