Chapter 9 - The First Crisis (2/2)

“Then how about wind-riding?”

“Never heard of it.”

“What about stealth advancement?”

“I don’t understand.”

“…”

Yi Qing was silent for a full minute before flying back with complicated emotions. He hesitated, then stretched his hand out towards her. “Then… may I give Master a ride?”

“That’s great!” She replied immediately as she leapt onto his sword. “Thank you, I’ve gotten my balance. Start the car, start the car.”

That urgent look of hers seemed to be a little… overly excited? Appearing just like those young disciples when they were having their first experience of sword-riding.

Yi Qing shook his head and tossed this absurd thought away, and once again resumed sword-riding with a passenger. Master being so formidable, how could she not know sword-riding? There had to be another reason. Could it be that when she helped him eliminate the demonic aura last night, she sustained some internal injuries? Was she afraid that he would be worried and so was keeping it from him?

The more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. He could not help but turn back to look at Shen Ying. Master… was indeed too kind.

Shen Ying who was truly flying for the first time: “…” Uh, what’s with this cheapskate chef’s sympathetic gaze, looking at me as if I’m a disabled child? Isn’t it just a getting a ride from you?

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This flight journey had taken up two days of their time. After leaving the forest that loomed with demonic aura, they traversed through the wastelands. On the afternoon of the third day, they only saw the walls of a small city in the distance from which they could hear faint bustling noises.

“Master, we have arrived.” Yi Qing stopped and put away his spiritual sword.

“This is Blackheaven Sect?” Shen Ying raised her head and glanced at the words above the city gates, but she could not see them clearly.

“No.” Yi Qing shook his head. “This is the nearest city for cultivators, Shunyu City. The distance to Blackheaven Sect is way too far, so relying solely on sword-riding would take half a month before we can get there. This city has an array formation for transportation which can send us directly to Blackheaven Sect.”

“Oh.” Although she did not exactly understand, his words should mean that there was a shortcut.

Yi Qing brought her into the city, cutting a path through the bustling streets towards the central area. They only stopped after they reached the most crowded area that was a small public square. There were many people there; some were in groups while others were traveling alone. All of them were sage-like, standing in the line of a long queue seemingly waiting for something.

Yi Qing brought Shen Ying to stand in line at the very end of the queue. He pointed to the front and said, “Master, the transportation array is right in front. We will be able to reach Blackheaven Sect in a while.”

“Yeah.” Shen Ying nodded absent-mindedly. Feeling a little sleepy, she did not have the strength to look around at the surroundings.

The queue moved very quickly, and within a short period of time they were at the very front of the line. Shen Ying finally had a clear view—there were glowing patterns in the center of the transportation area, some of which looked like the magic arrays that could be seen in cartoons. Surrounding them were four stone pillars that were inscribed with incomprehensible words. Once someone walked towards that pattern, they would disappear.

So this is a transportation array! Shen Ying felt that her transmigration had become more surreal.

“50 spiritual pearls per person!” The cultivator guarding the transportation array stretched out his hands towards them.

Yi Qing habitually searched for the storage bag by his side, but there was nothing. He froze and his face turned white.

“What’s the matter?” Shen Ying glanced at him.

Yi Qing’s face turned green as he lowered his volume and asked, “I forgot that my storage bag was lost during the battle with Rui Mi. Master… do you have any spiritual pearls with you?”

“What are spiritual pearls?”

Yi Qing: “…”

The guard: “…”

After her transmigration into this world, the first crisis Shen Ying encountered was—having no money!