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

The three of them looked in the same direction at the same time.

A small group of people ahead is engaged in a fierce battle with a Golden Core stage demon beast.

Judging from their clothing and appearance, this group of people seemed to be disciples of a small sect, and they also had a herb gatherer in their group.

The group's cultivation was at most at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, and they were having a very hard time dealing with this Golden Core stage demon beast. They were clearly already considering retreating, but they were too entangled to break free.

Just then, the herb gatherer, who was struggling to deal with the monster along with them, tripped over a spiritual plant and fell down next to the monster.

The monster immediately changed direction, baring its gleaming white teeth at the prey that had come to it. The herb gatherer was so frightened that he scrambled backward on all fours.

"Help! Help me!"

Seeing this, the disciples from the minor sects not only did not turn back to help, but instead exchanged glances and, without prior agreement, abandoned the herb gatherer as bait and ran away.

The herb gatherer watched helplessly as he was abandoned, while the monster in front of him opened its mouth wide. His legs went numb, his face turned ashen, and he thought his death was imminent. In despair, he closed his eyes.

Suddenly, he felt a tightening around his waist.

In the blink of an eye, the person had landed in a safe area several meters away.

The herb gatherer, still shaken, met a pair of clear eyes in his panic. The tall young man before him put away the Binding Immortal Rope and pulled him up from the ground. "Are you alright? Can you stand up?"

"Thank you so much..." He had barely uttered two words when he saw the monstrous beast charging towards them in the distance, its hooves pounding wildly. He quickly shouted, "Watch out ahead!"

Chu Xianlan turned around.

Before he could see clearly, a flurry of flashing swords appeared before his eyes.

It turned out that disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, each wielding a long sword and attacking the demonic beast.

He Jingxuan took the lead, his sword flashing as he slashed down at the demon beast's dantian, directly taking out its demon core and holding it in his hand. The whole set of movements was fluid and graceful.

"Senior Brother is amazing!"

"As expected of the senior brother! His skills are so cool!"

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect cheered with admiration.

He Jingxuan weighed the warm demon core in his hand, a smug smile playing on his lips. He was about to turn around and say a few polite words to his junior brothers when his gaze casually swept across the room, and then he froze.

Not far away, Chu Xianlan was standing there, waving to him with a smile, "Brother He."

He Jingxuan felt a chill run down his spine. How did he get here?!

Remembering that he still owed spirit stones, He Jingxuan's mind raced as he quickly devised a reason to run away.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xianlan stopped him directly, "Brother He, I haven't had a chance to tell you in person before, but you don't need to return the remaining spirit stones."

He Jingxuan suddenly turned his head.

It's like hearing celestial music, instantly brightening one's ears.

"Really? Really?" He Jingxuan took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, and flew over like a beam of light.

Chu Xianlan almost laughed at his reaction, but she held it in and blinked. "Well, let's just consider it making friends and call it even." Anyway, the amount wasn't much to begin with.

Happiness came too suddenly.

He Jingxuan stiffened his neck, trying to make his voice sound firm, "This, this won't do! I'm not the kind of person who doesn't pay back debts! What's due will be given in full!"

"Really, there's no need." Chu Xianlan shook her head helplessly.

He really couldn't stand it anymore.

There are only six hundred low-grade spirit stones in total.

Such a small amount of money could stump even the once-in-a-century genius of the Heavenly Sword Sect. Every time they met, he acted like a mouse before a cat. As a weapon cultivator who was not short of money, he really couldn't understand it.

These days, even buying a basket of steamed buns will cost you sixty low-grade spirit stones.

Six hundred spirit stones, what can you do with that? You can only buy ten baskets of steamed buns.

Chu Xianlan had only symbolically collected a small fee for materials, but He Jingxuan, with his strong sense of pride, insisted on feeling indebted and stingily sent over a meager amount of spirit stones every month, which made Chu Xianlan feel exhausted for him.

"Then, thank you very much, Brother Chu! I will forever remember your kindness!"

He Jingxuan was so moved that he almost went up and gave Chu Xianlan a bear hug.

Having cleared away the awkwardness of the debt relationship, the atmosphere between the two became harmonious. He started calling him "Brother Chu" again, his tone exceptionally warm. At this moment, He Jingxuan caught a glimpse of the black-clad man standing silently a few steps behind Chu Xianlan.

Such a strong sense of oppression.

"Brother Chu, may I ask who this gentleman is...?"

Chu Xianlan introduced him using a prepared statement: "This is my godfather."

Godfather.

The two short words were deafening. He Jingxuan suddenly realized that it was an elder. No wonder his cultivation was so profound and his expression so solemn.

He truly is the strictest father in the cultivation world.

He was always straightforward, and in a great mood at the moment, he thought to himself, "My good brother's godfather, isn't that my godfather too?!"

This is the godfather Shouheng.

He Jingxuan focused his inner energy in his dantian and roared powerfully in Yi Chen's direction, "Greetings, Godfather!"

Yi Chen: "..."

Chu Xianlan: "..."

He Jingxuan, still savoring the moment, turned back and waved boldly to the group of Heavenly Sword Sect disciples behind him: "Brothers! What are you all standing around for? Call for reinforcements!"

At the senior disciple's command, all the disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect rushed forward in unison, their voices loud and clear:

"Godfather, hello!!!"

For a time, the voice of the godfather could be heard continuously in the valley.

A hundred meters away, the Xuan Yang Sect group, who were about to enter the sea of ​​flowers, were startled by the roar and stopped in their tracks.

Baoyue frowned, strained her ears to try and make out what was being shouted in the distance, but after listening for a long time, she still couldn't make out what it was.

She looked at her with a mixture of disgust and confusion. "Senior Sister, what the hell is that noise? What are you shouting about... clothes?"

"I...I'm not quite sure either." Ji Fuyao listened intently for a moment, completely bewildered.

The group chatted about the strange noise for a few moments, but the topic quickly returned to the search for the Spiritless Immortal Sprout.

The herb gatherer at the front frequently looked up into the depths of the sea of ​​flowers.

His eyes, hidden beneath his hood, were complex and unreadable. He lowered his head and urged softly, "Fairies, the area ahead is where the Spiritless Immortal Sprout is most likely to appear. Let's hurry."

Ji Fuyao nodded. "Okay, let's go."

Upon entering the sea of ​​flowers, the female cultivators of the Xuan Yang Sect were briefly stunned by the sight before them, and couldn't help but let out soft exclamations.

As the group continued toward the direction where the spiritual energy of the flower sea was most abundant, Ji Fuyao suddenly stopped without warning.

It's too quiet.

She turned around, her pupils slightly contracted.

The herb gatherer guide who had been following at the back of the group... had disappeared.

"Senior Sister?" Bao Yue noticed something was wrong and followed her gaze, her expression changing as well. "What happened? Where's the person who led the way?"

Ji Fuyao looked around.

The sea of ​​flowers stretches endlessly.

The path they came from had long since disappeared, and the same scene was everywhere they looked, as if they had been in the center of this sea of ​​flowers from the very beginning.

"whee……"

Amidst this deathly beauty, a melodious and ethereal laugh suddenly broke the silence.

After a few more piercing screams, the depths of the flower sea returned to calm.