In the early morning of the next day, Feng Qingwu packed his things.
She has already reached the tenth level of Qi training. If she breaks through the foundation building stage without retrieving her spiritual root sword bone, she will obviously be cutting off her bright future...
Therefore, Feng Qingwu's training mainly focuses on consolidating his foundation, constantly deepening his knowledge, and reviewing the swordsmanship he has learned in the past.
"Roar……"
The dark cub lay in her arms, yawning lazily.
Feng Qingwu, on the other hand, slowly touched the plush hair under his hands and came all the way to the mountain gate of Tianxuan Sect. At this moment, there were three inner disciples wearing blue uniforms waiting here.
After seeing her, the three of them saluted: "Senior Sister."
"Well, I'll excuse you for the rest of the journey."
Feng Qingwu nodded slightly and smiled gently.
The three of them looked at each other in confusion. Without waiting for the leader to speak, one of them said happily: "No trouble, no trouble!"
"Sister, my name is Jiang Zicheng."
The speaker was a baby-faced boy who looked quite young. His eyes were also non-aggressive almond-shaped eyes, and the corners of his eyes were slightly drooped, making him look like a puppy.
Feng Qingwu was a little surprised by his warm attitude, but she extended her hand to avoid hitting the smiling man, and she returned the favor with a smile.
The two people next to him also started to introduce themselves.
One is a slim woman named Xia Tao.
The other was a man with a stern face named Chen Shi.
The three of them are all inner disciples of Tianxuan Sect, and they are all in the foundation-building stage. Judging from their positions, they should all know each other. After all, they are all disciples of Qingheng Sword Master's lineage.
Feng Qingwu nodded, which was considered acquaintance.
Then, she held the cub in her arms with one hand and touched the storage ring with the other. The next moment, light flashed by——
What appeared next was a transportation spiritual weapon similar to a paper kite. It looked like a big bird from a distance, and the person riding it stood on the wide paper and was protected within it.
Although it looks easy to break, it is a low-grade Xuan-level walking treasure, and its stability is pretty good.
Of course, this was also harvested from Sword Master Qingheng.
Soon, the four of them stood on the paper kite together. Feng Qingwu sat cross-legged at the front with the cub in her arms. Then she squeezed her hand, and a golden spiritual power rose up, forming a shield to block it.
The next moment, the kite floated up and disappeared quickly!
About half a quarter of an hour later, under the clear blue sky, a large paper kite flew above it, steadily but at an extremely fast speed. Feng Qingwu controlled the kite well and asked the three people following him to take turns transporting it to the inside of Lingbao. Spiritual power, move forward with all your strength.
I just sat cross-legged in the front and just ignored it.
Feng Qingwu: Very good, you really need tools to relax!
After the kite calmed down, Feng Qingwu took out the note from the storage ring. What was written on it was exactly where the dragon was.
"It's actually close to the Hundred Thousand Miles Mountain..."
"A mountain thousands of miles away?"
On the side, Jiang Zicheng, who was conveying spiritual power to Zhiyuan, suddenly said: "Senior Sister, are we going to the Hundred Thousand Miles Mountain?"
One hundred thousand miles of mountains, of which one hundred thousand miles is just an imaginary finger. In fact, the continuous, undulating mountains lie between the sky and the earth, almost a million miles apart, almost surrounding the surroundings.
Those who are bound by a monk's contract are called spiritual pets;
Those that are not contracted and cannot be controlled are called ferocious beasts.
And in this hundred thousand miles of mountain, it is a paradise for ferocious beasts. Except for some traces of people on the edges, there are no traces of people in the depths of the mountains, only countless ferocious beasts are left inside.
Anyone who goes deep into it will basically die without any bones left.
There are also rumors that there are still legendary monsters in the depths of the Hundred Thousand Miles Mountain, but there has never been any evidence.
There was also some worry on Jiang Zicheng's face: "If you are in a mountain thousands of miles away, think again. Senior sister, even with your previous strength, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to come out alive."
"Wouldn't get into it."
Feng Qingwu shook his head and looked at the map again: "It's just in the direction of Shiwanli Mountain. It's still some distance away from there, so it's not a big problem."
"The one closer to the destination should be Huacheng."
As she spoke, she pointed her slender fingertips on the map: "If we keep flying with the kite, our spiritual power cannot be sustained. Let's go to Hua City first and pass through the teleportation array to get there. We can also preserve our spiritual power."
Hearing this, Jiang Zicheng nodded repeatedly and said: "As expected of Senior Sister, the plan is very reasonable, and we can also go to Huacheng for supplies!"
Feng Qingwu paused his hand and blinked.
The people under Sword Lord Qingheng...are here, praising her?
As if conveying spiritual power to Zhiyuan was a bit boring, Jiang Zicheng sat down next to him and looked at Feng Qingwu helplessly: "Sister, how did you become Tianlinggen?"
"When luck arrives, you will naturally obtain it."
"No, no, they all say that, but I don't believe it!"
Unexpectedly, Jiang Zicheng said directly: "How can there be such good luck in this world of cultivation, which can easily turn into Tianling roots? Then now the Tianling roots are running all over the ground, and a single spiritual root is not as good as a dog."
Jiang Zicheng said categorically: "Senior Sister, your ability to practice again cannot be as simple as luck."
"Fall from high to low, and then stand up again——"
Jiang Zicheng paused: "This is definitely not luck!"
"..."
Feng Qingwu didn't answer, just looked at him with a frown.
But she found that he was looking at her quite sincerely, with an almost idol-like enthusiasm and joy in his eyes, as if he was particularly enthusiastic.
——So, her "good master" changed his approach and came to explore her opportunity?
That really disappointed him...
After the betrayal, she no longer believed this.
Feng Qingwu stood up and walked past Jiang Zicheng.
"It's that simple, nothing special."
"Senior Sister——"
Before Jiang Zicheng could finish speaking, Feng Qingwu had already arrived behind Zhiyuan and sat down cross-legged alone, showing no intention of answering.
Seeing this, Jiang Zicheng stood there in a daze.
On the other hand, Chen Shi, seeing that the time was almost up, stepped forward to take over the position of transmitting spiritual energy with Jiang Zicheng. When he saw his confused look, he couldn't help but sneer and lowered his voice.
"Jiang Zicheng, even your current cultivation level surpasses hers."
"Why are you still thinking about these unrealistic things? If the sect's secret realm hadn't saved her, now...she would no longer be the senior sister, but would guard the medicine field and be a useless person for the rest of her life!"
Jiang Zicheng didn't speak, just glanced at him.
But Chen Shi received a slightly sarcastic chuckle in response.
"It's none of your business."
Jiang Zicheng said casually, stood up, and was about to go to the rear to find Feng Qingwu again, but unexpectedly - the dark cub that was sleeping in her arms actually opened its eyes at this moment.
Sharp animal eyes stared at him, as if warning something.
Just for a moment, he seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss. His back was completely soaked with sweat. He was obviously not injured, but invisible pressure filled his heart in an instant.
"Don't come here to make small plans, ant."
