Fairy, help me cultivate.

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Chen Yao's figure flashed behind her, he put away the Di Ting Eye, picked up the three unclaimed daggers, and gave the elders a provocative smile: "Thank you for the treasure, we'll settle the score another day!"

"You dare, you scoundrel!"

The elders were furious and wielded their magical weapons, pressing down on Chen Yao with all their might.

Chen Yao dared not block him directly, and once again used the Time-Bound Talisman to disappear from the spot.

The three purple fire-swallowing pythons and the white jade "little" monkey loyally protected their master, flying over and using fire and water to fight the elders, buying him time.

However, they were not very strong and were quickly knocked off the cliff. Fortunately, as strange beasts, they had thick skin and flesh, which prevented them from dying.

Is it still possible to find him?

An elder roared fiercely.

The other elders searched the clouds, and after a while, someone shouted, "The trail is there!"

The colorful magical artifacts shot out instantly, causing the clouds to explode and turn into a torrential downpour.

A white crane had its wings wet and flew away in panic.

"Nobody's here!"

"Strange, look again!"

……

The wet white crane flew through clouds and streams for three days and three nights before finally escaping the pursuit of the elders of the Kuanglu Sect.

With a flick of its tangled wings, it slowly flew down from the sky to the edge of the pond, and in a flash, it transformed back to its original form.

"hiss!"

Having returned to his original form, Chen Yao gently lifted the back of his soaked clothes, revealing a patch of bruises that felt like they had been cut by ice.

He took out a Life-Generating Pill from his storage ring and swallowed it before meditating to regulate his breathing.

The duration of the transformation pill's effect on the rate at which one's cultivation level declines depends on the length of the transformation process.

Chen Yao has changed in three days, so his cultivation will probably remain at the Foundation Establishment stage for several more days.

However, after adjusting his breathing, he discovered that his breathing efficiency and the amount of spiritual energy he possessed were still at the Golden Core level, which was still somewhat beneficial.

He quickly recovered his spiritual energy and looked around. He found that the mountains were high and the forests were dense, and the water was deep, making it a good place to take refuge.

So he made up his mind to stay here for a few days and wait until he recovered his Golden Core cultivation before going out.

I just don't know if that will delay the search for Jiu Luo.

But there's nothing we can do about it.

Having made his decision, Chen Yao stopped hesitating and, fortunately, cut down a long bamboo branch to make a fishing rod to go fishing.

Just as we arrived at a suitable fishing spot, a strange and extremely loud whistling sound echoed from the mountains.

Like a gavel.

Chen Yao thought for a moment, then perked up: "We were just saying we needed to prepare a spirit beast pouch, and here comes the main ingredient, delivered right to our doorstep!"

He inserted the bamboo pole into the water and slowly walked towards the source of the whistling sound.

The howling grew louder, indicating that he was getting closer and closer to the strange beast.

As he parted a row of thin bamboo, a dark shadow the size of a rooftop suddenly darted past Chen Yao, and he quickly ducked to avoid it.

A shout rang out, and two people in blue gauze robes flew over his head, ignoring him completely.

Chen Yao understood that the two people were also there to seize the materials. He released his divine sense and, after a slight sensing, discovered that they were only at the early stage of Foundation Establishment, so he felt relieved.

He followed and leaped over.

Beyond a mountain ridge lies a wide expanse of water.

The house-sized shadow now rested in the middle of the lake, its color and texture resembling a black tile roof after the rain, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The spinning turtle makes a sound like judging wood, and can grow or shrink according to its will. The shell on its back has the function of transforming foul air into spiritual energy, making it the perfect spiritual beast bag for storing and maintaining living things.

The fact that the tortoise didn't shrink and hide at this moment suggests that the two people in green gauze in front of it had placed a prohibition on it.

Upon hearing the sound of Chen Yao landing, the two turned around, their faces showing apprehension.

"Fellow Daoist, first come first served. If you want to have a piece of the pie, please come earlier next time!"

One of them had a loud voice.

Chen Yao ignored him.

The two frowned, and the other added, "So that fellow Daoist may know, we are disciples of the Jiujiang Chengfeng Pavilion."

Jiujiang was meaningful to Chen Yao, but he didn't understand Chengfeng Pavilion.

Which riverbank?

Just to be on the safe side, he still asked, lest he kill Jiang's subordinates.

"By the Yuanjiang River."

The two answered proudly.

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to die."

Before Chen Yao finished speaking, his sword was already drawn.

Two heads flew into the sky, and two streams of hot blood poured onto the shell of the spinning tortoise, creating a cloud of hot mist.

Chapter 113 You Smell So Strongly of Blood

"I was born in Jiujiang and have never done anything to let Jiujiang down. Jiujiang raised me and nurtured me, so I was able to build Chengfeng Pavilion from scratch."

The hunched old man with white beard and hair spoke slowly and deliberately, his expression solemn.

"My descendants, like me, respect and love Jiujiang and have never done anything to let Jiujiang down. Among them, my great-great-grandson Dao Hengzi is the most talented. He has been chosen by me to marry into the Jiang family."

At this point, the old man looked honored, and his eyebrows beamed with joy.

Knowing his fiancée was skilled in beast taming, twenty days ago, he set off early in the morning to gather materials for her spirit beast pouch. However, he didn't get the materials; instead, his head was cut off!

The old man's lips trembled as he gripped his trousers tightly at the knees.

A glass of wine was handed to him, and he took it and took a sip.

"I dispatched all the best fighters in the pavilion and requested the help of the powerful clans of Yuanjiang, but! They couldn't find that madman! My great-grandson is beheaded, and that madman is now roaming the world happily! I told my descendants that only the venerable elder of the Jiang family in Mengyang can bring us justice!"

The old man stared intently at the elder sitting behind the large sandalwood table, his eyes filled with intense hope. The elder behind the table, Jiang Mengyang, looked much younger than the old man; broad-shouldered and burly, with a straight nose and prominent cheekbones, he was quite imposing. "Pavilion Master Yuya, what do you want me to do?"

"Jiang Mengyang remained expressionless. The old man, Yu Ya, paused, momentarily embarrassed and annoyed at being mocked. "After all this talk, you still don't know what I want you for?" "Ancestor Mengyang, name your price!"

"Although the Jiang family is one of the major clans of Jiujiang, it has always had a bad reputation. Not long ago, its patriarch died, and it offended the Qingxu Sect due to internal strife. Now, it is hiding its true colors. If it weren't for the fact that Jiang Mengyang's lineage, who had just returned from Shenzhou, was too powerful, and that Yu Ya had no other choice, he really wouldn't want to get involved with the Jiang family any further. He thought that with the foundation of the Chengfeng Pavilion's patriarch, saying such a thing would be enough. But to his astonishment, Jiang Mengyang stood up directly from his seat, his meaning clear: see him out. Yu Ya panicked: "Patriarch Mengyang?"

"Lord of Jade Cliff Pavilion, has my Jiang family offended you in any way, or has Mengyang offended Chengfeng Pavilion in any way?"

"Jiang Mengyang stood by the window, holding a cup of wine, her back to him. Her voice was soft, but her words carried weight. "What...what does this mean?"

"What exactly did we do to warrant the condescension of the Pavilion Master to personally humiliate me?"

"."humiliation?

No, no, my great-grandson is the son-in-law of the Jiang family. You must seek justice for him, both publicly and privately!

Jiang Mengyang shook his head: "I didn't see that you came here to seek justice."

Yu Ya thought for a moment and realized that he had been rash in his initial offer. He immediately changed his words: "Ancestor, please ask the ancestor to seek justice for the younger generation!"

"..." he said, gritting his teeth as he tried to pull out a finger, but someone held his hand down. Jiang Mengyang turned around, brushed aside the young man holding Yu Ya, and personally helped Yu Ya to his feet: "The Jiang Clan has gone from the light to the darkness, and we still need the help of all of you..." He casually pulled the jade hairpin from Yu Ya's head, but replaced it with a superior purple jade hairpin. Yu Ya's face turned pale, his heart aching, but in order to avenge his great-grandson, he could only throw himself into the arms of the Jiang Clan... "Justice will be given to you by your own people."

He patted Yu Ya on the back and saw the ashen-faced Yu Ya out. After Yu Ya had completely left, the young man said, "Congratulations, Ancestor, on gathering the small forces of the three rivers."

Jiang Mengyang casually tossed the jade hairpin belonging to the pavilion master to the young man: "I'm afraid Yuya will still have some setbacks."

Send a capable person to do this, and once it's done, have them stationed at Chengfeng Pavilion.

The young man thought for a moment: "How about Yunlong?"

"No, Yunlong is all talk and no action; he won't be able to subdue Yuya."

"Then let Bai Lin go, but I'm afraid he's too bloodthirsty."

"He still knows his limits."

The young man poured Jiang Mengyang a glass of wine: "Bai Lian sent word that her son-in-law is on his way to Jiujiang and asked us to help him."

Jiang Mengyang raised an eyebrow: "I heard that this little guy is exceptionally talented and reached the Golden Core stage in just over a year?"

"That's what everyone outside is saying."

Jiang Mengyang took a sip of wine: "Let's take another look. Bai Lian is just a girl. She doesn't know how hard our ancestors worked to build this empire. We can't just hand over such a huge foundation to someone else."

"That's what the ancestor was considering."

"...Chen Yao arrived in Jiujiang and went directly to the Jiang family's former residence, but it was deserted and desolate. He was very puzzled; Bai Lian had said that the Jiang family would be there to meet him. Thinking that someone might guess his whereabouts and lay an ambush, he quickly left. Now he really didn't know where to go. After thinking for a while, Chen Yao decided to find a nearby city to inquire about the strange things that had recently happened in Jiujiang. Two hundred miles away from the Jiang family's former residence was Lujiang City. Chen Yao stepped into the city gate at noon. The city was not small, with a tributary flowing through it, and black-awning boats dotted the water." The air was filled with the gentle sounds of oars and the moist scent of water. Shops lined both sides of the street, clearly indicating a bustling and prosperous area. Following the aroma of food, Chen Yao entered a small building by the water, intending to fill his stomach while gathering information. At midday, the restaurant was bustling and noisy, filled with the enticing aroma of food and drink. Chen Yao went up to the second floor and found an empty seat by the window, so he sat down. His presence immediately silenced the noise on the second floor. Most of the diners stared at him in surprise. Chen Yao looked at himself; there was nothing wrong with him, so he was puzzled. Just then, a waiter ran up. "Oh dear!"

Distinguished guest, what are you saying?

Why did you sit there?

Chen Yao asked, somewhat displeased, "What?"

Does your restaurant have different classes of seating?

The waiter shook his head and ran over: "Sir, you're exaggerating. You can sit anywhere in the entire Yunxiang Restaurant, but you can't sit in this seat."

"."Why?

"Because that's my seat!"

A clear shout came from the stairs, and soon, a beautiful mature woman with silver hairpins and cloud-like hairpins ascended the stairs. Chen Yao glanced at her black lace-up high heels and met her gaze. Seeing this, the waiter couldn't help but groan. "Sir, please make way!"

Chen Yao was getting impatient because he couldn't find Jiang Shi, and he didn't expect there to be so many taboos about eating a meal. His temper flared up. "So what if you don't allow it?"

A murmur rippled through the diners on the second floor; clearly, this woman was not to be trifled with. Chen Yao could tell she was a cultivator, but at most on par with himself, so he didn't intend to indulge her. Neither of them spoke or moved again. The waiter's nose began to sweat, his eyes darting around, unable to think of a way out of the predicament. He stamped his foot heavily and dashed downstairs to find the manager. The beautiful woman slowly walked up to Chen Yao and sat down at a table across from him. "Brother, you smell strongly of blood."

As she spoke, she dabbed her bright red lips with her bright red nail polish, her smile deepening.