Dao Of The Salted Fish

11. Flying! (Definitely Not An Escape)

In the early afternoon, Wen Zhihao finally left the kittens’ enclosure. Unfortunately, Huang Jialing wouldn’t let him keep any of them. She wouldn’t even let him borrow one for a few days!

“And don’t come back! What if they imprint on you?!” Huang Jialing yelled.

But you said they needed a blood pact and that it can’t happen randomly, Wen Zhihao thought, but was too lazy to argue.

Remembering how Sun Fuyu flew on his sword—and now that Wen Zhihao had reclaimed his own sword—Wen Zhihao finally got to experiment with flying himself. While it looked dangerous, everything was probably safe with magic qi, right?

The original owner’s memories contained the skill to fly. First, take out the sword. Second, inject it with qi, and control it so that the sword floated. Then, stand on the sword. A little bit of qi was used to stabilise one’s feet, then it was a matter of continuously feeding in qi to maintain the sword’s flight.

Wen Zhihao soon got the hang of it as body memory kicked in. His lips curved up unconsciously. He was flying!! Hahaha, not a bird, not a plane, it’s him!

He increased his altitude, going high up and over the rooftops. The Golden Sun Sect was even more pretty when flying overhead. The brightly coloured, well-kept roof tiles and the delicate greenery made it look like a painting.

He visited the aunts and uncles who worked in the kitchen, returning empty food baskets, and received a new full food box.

Wen Zhihao was pretty sure there were afternoon classes too, so with his new full food box tucked away into the storage ring, Wen Zhihao decided to escape explore the outskirts/outside the sect.

There hadn’t been any great righteous faction vs. demonic faction battles in the area for hundreds of years. The natural landscape was lush and brilliant, the air clear of pollution, and the qi pure.

Filtered through a mild qi shield that also helped his aerodynamics, the wind brushed through Wen Zhihao’s long black hair. Flying really was amazing, and he could imagine why Harry Potter liked it when first entering the magical world.

Wen Zhihao spotted a slightly clear grassy area partway up a deserted mountain, sparkling bright green under the sun. From this distance, the buildings of the Golden Sun sect were small. It was probably far away enough. Wen Zhihao descended.

The rich qi made the environment correspondingly rich. The grass was just as lush as it looked, soft as a carpet. Wen Zhihao took out his spare set of robes to use as a makeshift picnic blanket/pillow and laid down.

Green trees fringed his sight with the blue sky and scattered white clouds overhead.

It was a shame that he couldn’t take a picture.

It was a shame that there was no one else he could share this view with…

Wen Zhihao sighed, feeling bone-weary and tired.

In his previous life, and in this world...there were no close friends who would like to do this kind of thing. Ba, forget it.

There was nothing urgent to do. There was no urgent deadline to keep him tossing and turning. Wen Zhihao yawned and closed his eyes. He basked in the warmth of the sun on his face. He listened to the sweet bird chirps and the wind through the trees and the sound of rushing water a little ways away. And he took a quiet nap.

Wen Zhihao: Morning nap, afternoon nap, staying up late, waking up late...that’s the life *nods seriously*

Zhang Wu: ノಠ_ಠノYou're supposed to be a sword cultivator!!

Wen Zhihao: *can't hear, because he's asleep*

11. Flying! (Definitely Not An Escape)

In the early afternoon, Wen Zhihao finally left the kittens’ enclosure. Unfortunately, Huang Jialing wouldn’t let him keep any of them. She wouldn’t even let him borrow one for a few days!

“And don’t come back! What if they imprint on you?!” Huang Jialing yelled.

But you said they needed a blood pact and that it can’t happen randomly, Wen Zhihao thought, but was too lazy to argue.

Remembering how Sun Fuyu flew on his sword—and now that Wen Zhihao had reclaimed his own sword—Wen Zhihao finally got to experiment with flying himself. While it looked dangerous, everything was probably safe with magic qi, right?

The original owner’s memories contained the skill to fly. First, take out the sword. Second, inject it with qi, and control it so that the sword floated. Then, stand on the sword. A little bit of qi was used to stabilise one’s feet, then it was a matter of continuously feeding in qi to maintain the sword’s flight.

Wen Zhihao soon got the hang of it as body memory kicked in. His lips curved up unconsciously. He was flying!! Hahaha, not a bird, not a plane, it’s him!

He increased his altitude, going high up and over the rooftops. The Golden Sun Sect was even more pretty when flying overhead. The brightly coloured, well-kept roof tiles and the delicate greenery made it look like a painting.

He visited the aunts and uncles who worked in the kitchen, returning empty food baskets, and received a new full food box.

Wen Zhihao was pretty sure there were afternoon classes too, so with his new full food box tucked away into the storage ring, Wen Zhihao decided to escape explore the outskirts/outside the sect.

There hadn’t been any great righteous faction vs. demonic faction battles in the area for hundreds of years. The natural landscape was lush and brilliant, the air clear of pollution, and the qi pure.

Filtered through a mild qi shield that also helped his aerodynamics, the wind brushed through Wen Zhihao’s long black hair. Flying really was amazing, and he could imagine why Harry Potter liked it when first entering the magical world.

Wen Zhihao spotted a slightly clear grassy area partway up a deserted mountain, sparkling bright green under the sun. From this distance, the buildings of the Golden Sun sect were small. It was probably far away enough. Wen Zhihao descended.

The rich qi made the environment correspondingly rich. The grass was just as lush as it looked, soft as a carpet. Wen Zhihao took out his spare set of robes to use as a makeshift picnic blanket/pillow and laid down.

Green trees fringed his sight with the blue sky and scattered white clouds overhead.

It was a shame that he couldn’t take a picture.

It was a shame that there was no one else he could share this view with…

Wen Zhihao sighed, feeling bone-weary and tired.

In his previous life, and in this world...there were no close friends who would like to do this kind of thing. Ba, forget it.

There was nothing urgent to do. There was no urgent deadline to keep him tossing and turning. Wen Zhihao yawned and closed his eyes. He basked in the warmth of the sun on his face. He listened to the sweet bird chirps and the wind through the trees and the sound of rushing water a little ways away. And he took a quiet nap.

Wen Zhihao: Morning nap, afternoon nap, staying up late, waking up late...that’s the life *nods seriously*

Zhang Wu: ノಠ_ಠノYou're supposed to be a sword cultivator!!

Wen Zhihao: *can't hear, because he's asleep*