I played the world alone

Chapter 17 Script: Immortal Cultivator vs Blood Clan

Lu Chen closed the doors and windows excitedly, and carefully inspected the tightly wrapped long express delivery.

Open the courier bag and foam box outside, and the whole body of the sword body is exposed in front of you.

The overall length is about 1.2 meters. The dark red scabbard is engraved with many patterns of rare and exotic animals. The hilt is curved and fits the palm very well. After pulling out the sword, you can see that the sword is as thin as a cicada's wing but very tough.

The point is that it is extremely light, so light that it hardly feels in the hand.

It's a pity that it hasn't been cut yet.

Now it may be difficult to cut a piece of paper.

Beautiful is beautiful, but more just as an ornamental.

"Anyway, after I refine the Costly Flying Sword, it doesn't matter if I open it or not."

According to "Sword Control", he sat cross-legged, bit his finger cruelly, and dripped blood on the sword.

One drop is not enough, at least five or six drops are needed, and it is not ready until half of the sword body is painted red.

He put a Band-Aid on his fingers before he calmed down, and began to mobilize the aura he had accumulated after two days of practice.

The aura condensed on his fingers, and he slowly wrote his name and Taoist runes on the sword.

Although I was not very proficient at the beginning, I got used to it and became more handy when I wrote a lot, and the writing speed became faster and faster.

The most important thing in this process is patience.

He had to wait for the sword to have some kind of deep induction with himself under the urging of spiritual energy and spells, so that he could succeed.

Often an hour or two is also possible.

This process is very boring, but fortunately, it can also exercise the skills of stimulating one's aura, so it is not too troublesome.

His cultivation had broken through to the first level of Qi training last night, and there was nothing special about the breakthrough process, just like the feeling of suddenly falling from a high altitude without warning in a dream and then waking up suddenly.

But I didn't feel flustered, I just felt that my heart was beating a little faster and my body was getting stronger.

【Name: Lu Chen】

【Physical Strength: 15】

【Charm: 10】

[Spiritual Root: Five Elements Spiritual Root]

[Aura: 2.1 (maximum 3.3)]

【Boundary: One level of Qi training】

There is a small spiritual vortex in his dantian, which can make it easier for him to activate the spiritual energy.

For example, when he was refining the Flying Sword of Fate, when he stimulated the spiritual energy, the rotation speed of the spiritual energy vortex would gradually increase, continuously sucking in and out the spiritual energy, making it easier for him to use it.

And the aura consumed by accumulating the flying sword will not cause the realm to drop, and the upper limit will always remain the same.

It's just that the upper limit will not increase with practice until the consumed aura is replenished later.

This lasted for about half an hour, and the aura accumulated in the body dropped to about 1.2.

Finally, he, who was immersed in the inhalation of spiritual energy, was suddenly shaken, and felt that there were some extra limbs besides his body.

He opened his eyes and saw that the blood on the flying sword had completely dried up, but there was a group of light and shadows of Taoist spells looming on the sword body.

Lu Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

This also shows that the refining has basically been completed.

The next step is to take a long time to warm up and make it completely become your own magic weapon.

But it's barely usable now.

He stared at the flying sword lying on the ground, and then tried to stimulate the aura.

"rise!"

As soon as the words fell, he saw the sword floating unsteadily.

Lu Chen was overjoyed, but when he accidentally failed to control the output of spiritual energy, the sword slammed to the ground with a bang.

He quickly picked it up and ran into the bathroom to rinse it, then dried it carefully with a towel to prevent it from rusting, and then held it in his hand to look at it carefully.

"The taste of Feijian is really good."

Sighing, I checked the time by the way.

5 minutes left until flashback time.

He just concentrated on his cultivation and waited until the last time came.

……

The familiar beep sounded.

【3】

【2】

【1】

[Flashback begins! 】

This time he didn't open his eyes, he only felt that there seemed to be a gust of wind blowing around, which was much better than the state of motion sickness before.

After everything calmed down, he just opened his eyes.

Right now he is in the office.

I checked the time, it was around two o'clock in the afternoon.

Behind him, Qiao Weizhao was still bragging and not doing business as usual, and at this time he didn't know Zhou Manyin, and he was still working on design drafts on the computer in front of him.

This time, he looked at the date specifically.

2025 6 Month 12 Day.

The time before the flashback is 2025:6 pm on June 18, [-].

"That is to say, the flashback is pushed forward 7 days from the day when the flashback started, and stops on the 7th day."

There is roughly a concept of date.

初始获得系统的时间是6月15日，第一次闪回到14日晚上再返回15日，第二次闪回是在16日凌晨2点，回到了13日凌晨2点再返回16日。

Finally, now, at two o'clock in the afternoon on the 18th, I flashed back to the 12th...

I sorted out the time roughly, and thought that the current time is very close to the blood race hospital on the 13th, and maybe it can be used in today's performance.

"The immortal cultivator... fights against the blood race?"

He thought for a moment.

But the key is that I only have one person, so I can't engage in an eye-catching battle.

"Let's go according to the original plan, at most modify it."

He looked at the time, and it was 1 hour and 55 minutes before the end of the flashback.

He immediately got up and went outside, without turning his head, he shouted, "Brother Qiao, ask me for a leave."

"Huh?" Qiao Weizhao, who was bragging, was stunned for a moment, and was about to ask him what he was doing, when he looked up, he found that the kid had disappeared.

After leaving the company, relying on his familiarity with the local area, Lu Chen first chose a small alley downstairs where no one passed by and was not monitored. While walking, he used the faceless ghost mask to quickly change his appearance.

A handsome young man with sword eyebrows and star eyes.

The next thing he did was go to a public restroom and change his clothes.

Throwing all the original worker's costumes into the portable space, and instead took out the costumes for cosplay fairy tales and the natal flying sword.

Putting on a blue and white ancient costume, wearing a long wig, holding a long sword in his hand, and taking a selfie with a mobile phone, it feels like that.

However, the clothes on Naihe's body are a bit cheap, and the fabric is a bit rough to the touch. If there is more time, it may be better to customize a set of Fairy Qi Piao Piao.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, no matter how cheap it is, he is still a serious immortal cultivator.

Walking out of the public restroom, a man who was in urgent need of urination came hurriedly towards him.

(End of this chapter)