When I woke up, the entire cultivation world was talking about my master.

"Ding ding ding ding—!!!"

Countless gleaming feathers rained down on the two of them like arrows, the dense impacts striking the sturdy umbrella surface.

Almost simultaneously, Chu Xianlan also used her golden spirit to create a shield, blocking a few stragglers from the side.

Ji Fuyao was slightly taken aback: Where did this shield come from?

Are these ritual implements prepared in advance?

Apart from a few people within the Taiyi Sect, most sects outside knew very little about Chu Xianlan's cultivation path. They mostly thought he was a talented weapon cultivator who had inherited some sword techniques from Immortal Lord Jixue.

Before she could think it through, the next wave of attacks arrived!

The two of them worked together to block the second volley of arrows. When they looked up, they saw several huge iron-feathered eagles.

This monster is fierce and has a strong sense of territory. It was clearly forced out of its lair by the earth fire and is in a state of extreme panic and rage. It is very sensitive to unfamiliar smells.

The long-range arrow attack failed, and the lead iron-feathered eagle let out a sharp, angry cry, its giant wings whipping up a chaotic storm as it swooped down wildly, its sharp iron claws cutting through the wind this time.

Ji Fuyao's gaze sharpened, and spiritual energy gathered at her fingertips.

With a click, the mechanism at the umbrella handle made a soft sound.

"Clang!"

The clear, autumn-water-like sword light blocked the Iron Feather Eagle's sharp claws, and Ji Fuyao actually drew a thin sword from the umbrella handle!

Only now has Chu Xianlan truly experienced up close the splendor of the Xuan Yang Sect's top-tier heritage.

The umbrella surface is like a shield, the tip is like a spear, and the handle is like a sword.

A perfect combination of offense and defense, truly impressive.

Meanwhile, the focus of attention shifted to the water mirror where Chu Xianlan and Ji Fuyao were.

Everyone watched the battle intently, and couldn't help but sigh:

"The Xuan Yang Sect's cultivation method truly lives up to its reputation!"

"This martial arts technique has a long history and is called Flowing Clouds Chasing the Moon. It uses softness to overcome hardness and the sword movements are smooth and harmonious. Tsk tsk, if the Xuan Yang Sect didn't refuse to accept men, I would also like to give it a try."

Amidst the exclamations of praise, the seats of the Heavenly Sword Sect remained silent, with only a few discordant snorts occasionally escaping.

Too flashy!

The greatest truths are the simplest! Return to simplicity and authenticity!

The Heavenly Sword Sect believes that one sword can break through all techniques, but swinging the sword to chop is still more satisfying.

Seeing the eagle's claws deflected by the rapier, Chu Xianlan's eyes lit up. "So Fellow Daoist Ji is also a sword cultivator."

The two retreated while dealing with the Iron Feather Eagle's attacks, their coordination surprisingly seamless.

As the rolling lava drew closer behind them, Ji Fuyao was about to remind Chu Xianlan to fight and retreat when Chu Xianlan, who had just dodged a claw attack, pulled out a golden longbow from somewhere.

……longbow?

The boy squinted and drew the bowstring to its fullest extent.

"call out--!"

Golden light pierced the sky, its momentum unstoppable.

The arrow of light pierced several inches below the chest and abdomen of the Ironfeather Eagle, and the strongest eagle let out a painful scream.

Chu Xianlan ran her right hand across the bowstring, and a second golden arrow materialized out of thin air.

"Fellow Daoist Ji, get out of the way!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than an arrow struck another Iron Feather Eagle that had ambushed Ji Fuyao.

Ji Fuyao really didn't understand this time. The longbow and shield could be explained by the fact that he had prepared emergency magic items in his storage bag in advance, but what about the golden arrow that came out of nowhere?

The people outside the arena could see it all clearly.

"That young man... is he Immortal Lord Jixue's disciple? He was the one who caused the most commotion in front of the Ten Thousand Swords Stele just now."

"Weapon cultivators, who refine weapons, it's normal for them to carry around a few handy tools."

"That's not right!" someone immediately retorted. "Look closely! Did his hand touch his storage pouch when he released the arrow?"

"You can't even understand this? Golden Spirit Transformation, those are all directly condensed from spiritual power."

The flock of eagles, having suffered repeated attacks and harassment, flew around angrily, some wounded and frightened, yet unwilling to let the two go easily.

A stalemate ensued.

The Myriad Swords Immortal Realm restricts cultivation to the Golden Core stage, and the demonic beasts within the realm are mostly of similar strength to the cultivators who enter.

Both being at the Golden Core stage, the Iron Feather Eagles held an aerial advantage. They had to deal with attacks while also dodging the approaching magma from behind. Even with the two of them working together, such a battle consumed a great deal of their spiritual energy and physical strength.

It was bound to be embarrassing.

Looking at these annoying big birds, Chu Xianlan suddenly had an idea and raised her hand to signal Ji Fuyao to stop for a while.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, what are you going to do?"

Seeing him stop, a hint of surprise flashed in Ji Fuyao's eyes.

"Aren't we running too slowly like this?"

Ji Fuyao: "You mean...?"

Chu Xianlan pointed to the sky: "Fellow Daoist Ji, why don't we get a mount?"

Ji Fuyao: "...??"

Soon, an indescribable scene unfolded outside the water mirror.

They clearly saw that this time, Chu Xianlan finally reached into her storage pouch and pulled out a Binding Immortal Rope.

"What do you mean? He's completely given up struggling and is going to find a rope to hang himself?"

"Pah, pah, pah, is that right? You demons really have a sharp tongue."

To be honest, having had experience catching firebirds at the previous Wanderer's Market, Chu Xianlan actually had some unorthodox methods to her name.

As one of the Iron-feathered Eagles swooped down, the Immortal-Binding Rope was thrown out...

It's on!

You are a mighty and strong man who catches birds; the flying birds are as swift as the wind.

The Iron Feather Eagle's neck was tightly constricted, and its massive body struggled wildly in mid-air. This time, Chu Xianlan had learned her lesson and gripped the other end of the Immortal Binding Rope tightly, refusing to let go no matter how frantically the eagle raged.

The other Ironfeathered Eagles panicked when they saw their companion captured!

The birds circled around, determined to tear this audacious human apart and rescue their companion.

The trapped Iron Feather Eagle bounced up and down in mid-air, making Chu Xianlan feel nauseous. Naturally, she had no time to pay attention to the other monsters.

But Ji Fuyao noticed it.

Her figure was like a wisp of light blue smoke. She mobilized her spiritual power to the extreme, and a clear, gentle yet incredibly tough light blue spiritual power barrier immediately opened up, protecting Chu Xianlan.

Inside the barrier, Chu Xianlan suddenly pulled diagonally backward—

"Get down here—!"

"boom!!!"

Dust billowed into the sky.

Taking advantage of the moment when the giant eagle was stunned by the fall, Chu Xianlan flipped over and leaped onto the bird's back, then bent down and grabbed Ji Fuyao's arm.

Driven by the instinct for survival, the giant bird flapped its wings with all its might.

A strong sense of weightlessness washed over her, and Ji Fuyao opened her eyes wide. In a moment of disorientation, she had already passed straight through the clouds, soaring upwards and flying into the air.

In that instant, the wind blew on my face, and my vision suddenly opened up.

The wind howled, dispersing the smoke and heat, while the unique, icy air from high above filled our lungs.

It was so refreshing and indescribable.

Below, everything is as small as an ant; one half is the reddish-brown, scorched earth, and the other half is an ice field yet to be swallowed by lava.

Ji Fuyao's meticulously styled long hair was completely blown away by the gale, flying wildly behind her head like ink-black silk.

She had always been disciplined and dignified since childhood. As the senior disciple of the Xuan Yang Sect and a role model for the royal family, she had never had such an opportunity to deviate from the norm. Knowing that such behavior would be considered unseemly and undignified by outsiders, she still couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion.

She thought to herself, Fellow Daoist Chu is right, flying is indeed faster than running.

At this moment, Chu Xianlan was not in a good mood. He was being scolded by his master in a telepathic communication, and he was feeling terrible.

Woo woo woo.

"Nonsense."

"This disciple knows his mistake." Chu Xianlan shrank his neck and replied dejectedly in his heart, like a puppy whose fur had been wet by the rain, with its ears drooping.

Instead of expecting harsher criticism, the master's voice paused, his tone suggesting restraint:

"...Don't put yourself in danger. I'm worried because I can't help you right now."

Chu Xianlan paused for a moment, then obediently nodded to the little snake, indicating that she understood.

The Ironfeathered Eagle's flight slowed down slightly.

It's not that they've been tamed, it's that they've resigned themselves to their fate.

Ji Fuyao kept observing the situation below. She frowned and was drawn to a figure running wildly.

"Fellow Daoist Chu, look."

Ji Fuyao pointed downwards, and Chu Xianlan came closer upon hearing the sound.

"Brother He?!"

He Jingxuan moved at an astonishing speed, followed by a magnificent pack of wolf demons.

Not only that, but he also had a reverse butterfly tucked under his shoulder.

For a fleeting moment, He Jingxuan felt a fatherly aura emanating from him.

He suddenly raised his head.

Tears streamed down the faces of the entire audience.

"Brother Chu! Cai Cai, save me! Oh my god! Your bird is so big, I want to ride your bird too!!"