novelhk Chapter 140 Faint "Kite"
Chapter 140 Faint "Kite"
"Hiss... Fu Xun, make it fly slower, lower."
The Flying Kite Beast looked like a giant eagle and was very fast. It suddenly flew into the clouds, and Leng Huan... Leng Huan felt a little dizzy.
Fu Xun obeyed the order and slowed down. "Okay, is this alright?"
Leng Huan never imagined he would faint from a "kite," but he said, "...I feel much better."
But this would make the speed the same as a flying boat. Fu Xun thought for a moment and said, "Senior sister, let's go down and change to a flying boat."
“Okay.” Leng Huan nodded. There are Beast Taming Sect outposts in almost every city on this continent. We can reach a small city tonight and get some rest.
The second day on the flying boat was much better. It didn't matter if the speed was slower. No matter how far Flying Immortal City was, we could definitely get there in two months. We just needed to seize the Flying Immortal Token before the opening month.
There are still four or five months left, so there's no need to panic.
The airship traveled smoothly, neither too fast nor too slow. Leng Huan meditated, studied the manual, ate snacks, and slept. He spent two months like this before finally reaching his destination.
Perhaps because of the recent events at the secret realm, the number of high-level cultivators coming and going has increased significantly. I often see Golden Core cultivators, Nascent Soul cultivators, and occasionally even Deity Transformation cultivators as I walk around.
Fu Xun didn't want to attract attention, so he kept his Nascent Soul cultivation low and walked with Leng Huan, which wasn't too conspicuous.
He carried a long sword, his aura was restrained, and he was very quiet. Apart from his tall stature and outstanding appearance that attracted the attention of passersby, he did not have a particularly oppressive feeling.
The two blended in like water droplets among the various cultivators. Leng Huan dressed as a Confucian scholar, wearing a light blue wide-sleeved robe, a silk sash around his waist, and his hair neatly tied up with a matching ribbon. He also carried a small fan, looking very elegant.
She looked around, feeling a little regretful that no one was bothering them; she wanted to try out her ice magic.
Standing at the entrance of Fengsheng Tower, she glanced at Fu Xun before going inside. She thought to herself that Fu Xun was clearly a sword cultivator. His cultivation level was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Anyone with eyes could see that he was definitely a high-level sword cultivator, and only someone who was tired of living would dare to cause him trouble.
Leng Huan hadn't expected to break through to the Nascent Soul stage so early. She'd spent most of her time in seclusion, and she still felt a bit dazed. Was she barely considered a high-level cultivator now?
The situation is similar across continents nowadays. It's rare to see Nascent Soul cultivators, and only occasionally one sees a Core Formation cultivator. The fact that so many high-level cultivators are gathered here is because of the Flying Immortal Secret Realm, which is quite a spectacle.
This secret realm has special restrictions; each cultivator can only enter once, and will generally be automatically ejected when the time is up. The Ascension Token is also special; its unique restrictions can identify a cultivator's aura, and the token will reject anyone who has entered, thus disappearing on its own.
As soon as they entered the Fengsheng Tower's main hall, a Golden Core Steward came to greet them. Fu Xun silently followed behind her, while Leng Huan nodded to the steward: "I would like to purchase a map of the Flying Immortal Secret Realm."
This is the purpose of coming to Fengsheng Tower. Basic information about the Flying Immortal Secret Realm is controlled by major powers, including the Flying Immortal Token. Ordinary rogue cultivators rarely obtain the token unless they are very lucky.
A Flying Immortal Token is usually auctioned off for an astronomical price and is rarely circulated among independent cultivators. It is roughly equivalent to the fact that those who enter the secret realm are all from major forces, such as Golden Core juniors, Nascent Soul elders, and so on.
It is said that there are resources needed by high-level cultivators in the secret realm, so the competition is extremely fierce. However, which secret realm has not been fiercely competitive since ancient times?
The steward immediately nodded: "Yes, seniors, you have come at the right time. There are still some of the latest secret realm map books left, which have collected the new terrains after the last round of opening."
The booklet was printed on special paper and cost 10,000 spirit stones. Leng Huan cursed the unscrupulous merchant in his heart, but smiled and paid.
That's true. The fewer people who have this information, the better. They probably won't have an easy time digging it up, and it'll be sold at a ridiculously high price!
Within a month before the secret realm opens, keys will be randomly scattered. These keys are modeled after all things in the world, and they will only turn into jade talismans when a cultivator comes into contact with them. Those who are lucky will obtain them; in other words, they are favored by the heavens.
Before that, they were going to the Flying Immortal Plains, where the secret passage had been opened—a no-man's-land, about a thousand miles away from Flying Immortal City.
However, Leng Huan glanced at the calm young man beside him, then looked up at the sky and sighed silently. With him there, they should be able to manage, and they wouldn't be afraid of a fight.
After finding an inn, settling in, and lying down on the bed next to his pillow, Leng Huan was still thinking. According to the map, the secret realm was very large, and the important things were in the center of the secret realm and the lava valley.
Wang Chen didn't go into too much detail. He had already half-abandoned the main quest and was mainly farming wish points. Damn, she was the one who helped him farm those; he could just lie there and relax.
Wang Chen absolutely refused to get involved in the Flying Immortal Secret Realm anymore. He was just lucky with the Blood Pool and Cold Cave incident. Leng Huan was also speechless. How did a villain end up on the protagonist's path?
Leng Huan sighed softly. Ever since Wang Chen advised her to accept her fate, he probably had already come to terms with it.
That sentence was addressed to her, but wasn't it also addressed to himself?
Leng Huan lay flat, feeling sleepy as he thought about it. Could remote teleportation really affect a person's mental state?
He yawned, closed his eyes, and went to dream.
After Fu Xun roughly finished looking through the map of the secret realm, he came in and saw that she was already snoring.
"..." He tucked her in with a thin blanket, then carefully lay down beside her, looking at the roof beams. Actually, he wanted to go back to the sect more now. No matter how rich the Flying Immortal Secret Realm was, he would have been very interested in it in the past, but now he couldn't muster any interest in it.
However, if she wanted to go, he would naturally accompany her. The secret realm was definitely dangerous, but with their current cultivation levels, they had nothing to fear.
I slept in again the next day.
"It's not that I don't want to get up, it's that this bed has invisible claws that are holding me tightly and won't let me get up!" Leng Huan covered his face, wearing a mask of pain, and made an excuse in a serious manner.
Fu Xun: "..." If he hadn't checked her health earlier and found she was perfectly healthy, he would have thought she was sick.
Aside from loving to eat and sleeping in, she's incredibly energetic; even the fish aren't as lively as her!
Fu Xun wrung out a handkerchief and handed it to her: "Senior sister, wash your face and wake up. I'll take you to buy some supplies, and then we'll head to Feixian Plain."
The journey to the secret realm would take three years. Fu Xun bought a large amount of miscellaneous supplies, including daily necessities, combat supplies, and supplies for going out. He turned his head and saw... Leng Huan walking back and forth from one side of the spirit plant counter to the other, wandering around several times.
"Senior sister, what are you looking for?"
"Nothing, I'm just looking for spirit fruits."
"..."
Fu Xun grabbed her arm. "Senior sister, I'll take you to the Immortal Market later. You rarely see those kinds of spiritual fruits here."
I knew she was looking for the kind of delicious spiritual fruit that she could eat as a meal. I didn't expect the Purple Crystal Mist to be finished so quickly. I should have bought more.
Leng Huan's eyes lit up: "Okay."
Originally, they hadn't planned to go there specifically. Before leaving after buying the supplies, Leng Huan asked the shopkeeper again, "Do you have any storage magic items that can keep things fresh and prevent the passage of time?"
Regular storage spaces can't keep food fresh, and Leng Huan, who has recently taken to stocking up on food, suddenly remembered this.
The enthusiastic shopkeeper nodded: "Senior, would you like a ring or a storage bag?"
She already had several rings, but in the end she chose a light blue embroidered orchid pouch, a small sachet-like storage bag that perfectly matched her clothes.
However, the elegant sachets were filled with—
Roast chicken and roast duck, grilled chicken and roast duck, spiritual cakes and spiritual fruits.
Delicious! These chickens and ducks are all raised on spirit grains. Leng Huan bought a bunch of the ones with good reviews.
After a trip to the Immortal Market, it was already evening when we returned to the inn. Leng Huan's hamster bloodline had awakened, and he had stocked up on goods.
Watching her humming a little tune contentedly as she walked upstairs, Fu Xun fell into deep thought. Had he overlooked something? It didn't say that the awakened physique of the Kunlun Snow Clan would suddenly turn into this.
It's unclear when it started, but Fu Xun has always worn a sky-blue robe, with his long sword casually wrapped in inconspicuous linen. Some faded, multicolored gourd tassels hang from the hilt, swaying back and forth, much like the owner's current confusion.
After thinking for a long time without success, the young man quickened his pace and followed the cheerful fairy into the room.
That's alright. She's just a little unusual at times. She's still full of energy, like the rising sun. As long as she's safe and healthy, that's all that matters.