217 Traveling to Dong Lin City 1 (1/2)

Two days later, Tang Yunhe, Wen Jiu, and Yang Jian had fully recovered their spiritual essence.

Though their appearance remained tattered and unruly, their aura had transformed into one that was more vibrant and attuned with the earth, as though they were its ambassadors and not practitioners of the path of cultivation.

By daybreak, they had readily manifested their respective flying swords, their countenance a mix of relief, excitement, and impatience.

”Old Shen, hurry up, ah!”

Yang Jian called from atop the enlarged broadsword, his brows slightly furrowed in worry. From time to time, the handsome man glanced towards the distance, his eyes flickering with an unusual stillness.

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Tang Yunehe commanded his atrocious jian to move towards the middle-aged man, his countenance tinged with a sinister interest.

”Brother Shen, just what kind of tool did you receive from your Master, that you wouldn't show it to your brothers?”

”Shut up!”

Shen Haoren roared as he wrenched a wooden pad from his spatial treasure ring, his countenance graced with a scarlet flood in the next moment.

With a solid clap and an explosion of spiritual essence, the small wooden pad rose to hover in the air.

Compared to the mighty appearance of Yang Jian's broadsword and the grotesque beauty of Tang Yunhe and Wen Jiu's flying sword, the wooden pad of oak could only contest with a feeble grin.

And with Shen Haoren's bulky potbelly extended its two legs to step evenly on either side of the pad… its embarrassment was magnified to an unprecedented degree.

”Brother… Brother Shen, this…”

Yang Jian, who was usually the stable-minded of the four brothers of the Du Zhou Province, couldn't help but splutter in shock at the bizarre scene.

The others could only stare with flabbergasted and highly entertained expression as Shen Haoren's countenance became thunderous and extraordinarily malignant, until –

”Hahah – old man, you're… you're – haha…”

An Fei clutched her stomach with both hands as she doubled up in laughter, the little raven and the small fox crying out in surprise as the young girl nearly fell from her perch.

As if his perpetually downcast spirits had recovered in the brief moment he proved witness to a heavenly peal of laughter, Wen Jiu angled his jian to face the young girl, his countenance blank and suffused with curiosity.

”Young Miss, something wrong?”

”Pad…” the young girl echoed, tears nearly spilling from her eyes.

”Pad?” Wen Jiu echoed, blinking twice before erupting in an expression of enlightenment and schadenfreude.

”Pad… paddle! Brother Shen, surely that's not the paddle your Master used to discipline you with when we were younger!?”

Shen Haoren's eyes bulged with fury, finding himself unable to speak or even move his gaze in his anger.

The middle-aged man took several deep breaths to temper the rampant spiritual essence coursing through his veins, causing the wooden pad underneath his feet to jostle and quiver as though an abused animal.

Finally, the man had suffered enough damage to his dignity for the day.

”Enough!”

Shen Haoren roared towards his brothers who were hiding their laughs behind ironclad expressions, as well as An Fei who conveniently utilized Yang Jian's heavily built body as a shield.

The middle-aged man waved his right fist in the air, his voice echoing throughout the empty plains to be matched with an earthly roar.

”We leave now, before I shoot another Heaven and Earth Cannon towards that creature and fully wake it up!”

Thus, three flying swords and one holy wooden paddle ascended into the air, ferrying their passengers to safety.

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When she obtained the opportunity to observe the empty plains that encompassed the Wu Ji Forest from above, An Fei didn't know whether she wanted to thank or slap the jiaolong on the head.

Damned forest protector, how was this taking her outside the forest and into mortal civilization!?

Due to Yang Jian and the others' flying swords having to accommodate additional passengers, they were only capable of sustaining high-speed flight a mere fifteen meters in the air.

As they passed by, An Fei could accurately spot one landmark to the other, prompting her lips to draw into a small pout.

Nonetheless, fifteen meters above the ground was sufficient to survey one's surroundings with ease.