Gan Xiuming's favorability +30, current favorability 95

Hearing the system's emotionless announcement, Tu Longjian, who was being held in the sky by the Fierce Fang Fighting Vulture, smiled.

Not bad, the first protagonist, Long Aotian, will be conquered quickly.

Once she plucks the last lotus petal of fortune, she can steal all of Gan Xiuming's fortune, and then do whatever she wants to max out his favorability.

Before long, the fierce-toothed fighting vulture hooked up with its sharp claws and threw Tu Longjian onto a pile of dry grass.

This is the nest of the Fierce Fang Fighting Vulture, and several young fighting vultures, only the size of adults, are staring at her with drool in their eyes.

Tu Longjian sat in the warm grass nest, covered in blood and grime, looking disheveled, but his back remained straight.

She spared a sliver of attention to the ferocious fanged fighting vulture before her, but focused more on surveying her surroundings and trying to deduce the location of the Heavenly Spiritual Root inheritance.

This vulture nest is located on a cliff face, in a precipitous location, with a small part of it extending outward from a gap in the rock face, suspended thousands of feet in the air.

If anyone is caught here, they will surely meet their doom.

Tu Longjian discovered that this region actually restricted cultivation; she could not fly on her sword, and only birds like the Fierce Fang Fighting Vulture could fly in the sky. This was due to their racial talent rather than their demonic power.

She looked down at her feet. The rock face was almost vertical to the ground, smooth and without any footholds. Climbing down would be extremely difficult, and a slight misstep would result in her being smashed to pieces.

It was truly a situation where there was no way to go to heaven or earth.

Just as she was looking around, the Fierce Fang Fighting Vulture opened its sharp beak, its bright yellow, turbid beast eyes narrowed, and its sharp claws attacked from the air, intending to tear Tu Longjian to pieces so that it could be fed to the hungry baby vulture beside it.

However, Tu Longjian sensed something earlier and moved even faster, catching a small eagle with one hand.

The fledgling struggled in her hand, its neck, as thick as a bowl, unable to break free from her slender fingers. A pale blue array of light shone on its messy, sparse feathers.

Fortunately, while this region restricts the supernatural abilities of ordinary cultivators, it does not prohibit array flag techniques.

Enraged by her provocative behavior, the fierce-toothed eagle was about to pounce, but suddenly stopped clawing at Tu Longjian's cold words.

Tu Longjian's expression was cold. "Take me away, or else—"

Her palms clenched, and a hint of panic flickered in the fierce eagle's angry eyes. It folded its sky-covering wings and landed on its golden feet.

Its gaze was fixed hatefully on Tu Longjian's hand that was holding its chick, but it was blinded by the blue array light and took a step back in alarm.

It looks like the despicable spell the humans used to trap that great demon!

Just then, a deep, guttural roar, audible only to it, echoed from the abyss, as terrifying as an earthquake.

The fierce-toothed eagle tucked its outward-curling neck feathers, a strange glint in its eyes. Since this despicable human cultivator wanted to die, it would grant her wish!

The fierce-toothed eagle suppressed its resentment, lowered its upper body, and its beastly gaze fell on Tu Longjian, urging her to come up quickly.

Tu Longjian easily grabbed the young vulture and climbed up the fierce-toothed fighting vulture with it.

The roc spread its wings, and the fierce vulture with its fangs soared high into the air, then suddenly charged into the abyss.

As it approached the ground, it seemed to encounter something terrifying, hovering at low altitude and refusing to descend.

A hoarse, rough voice rang out, like sandpaper being torn apart.

"Human, release my son, and I will spare your life."

Tu Longjian stood up, aimed at a flat spot, and jumped down.

The fierce-toothed eagle carried its chicks, showing no intention of retaliating against Tu Longjian, treating him as if he were dead, and hurriedly left the place.

As soon as Tu Longjian landed, the Qingfeng Hanshuang Formation automatically activated, surrounding her and protecting her closely.

There was nothing at the bottom of the abyss; the flat open space was desolate, with hardly a single weed.

In the pitch-black environment, where you can't see your hand in front of your face and there is complete silence all around, there is no living creature, it is like a dead land, which makes people feel an unknown fear for no reason.

Tu Longjian had speculated that inheritance usually falls into underground caves, and because she had plundered most of Gan Xiuming's luck, she now had a slight sense of this last opportunity.

She was certain that the power of inheritance was right below, so she coerced the vulture to bring her down.

Suddenly, a small lamp lit up in the pale palm of his hand. Tu Longjian held the Dry Spirit Lamp in his hand and used his spiritual energy to activate the candlelight, illuminating a small open space in front of him.

Following her intuition, she moved cautiously and slowly, gradually approaching the location of the inheritance.

There was no wind, and no sound.

In the deathly silence, only her tiny figure moved slowly, amplifying every faint sound in the darkness.

Tu Longjian's perception became increasingly acute, but his nerves were somewhat fatigued from being under tension for so long.

She rubbed her aching temples and continued walking in silence.

The sounds of fabric rubbing together, the solid thud of footsteps on the ground, the crackling of sparks in the candlelight, the pounding of her heart, and even the subtle sounds of the spiritual energy flowing through the array all entered her ears.

Suddenly, my foot touched something cold and made a slight scraping sound.

Tu Longjian felt his blood rush to his head, his hair stand on end, and his spine tingled with fear.

She quickly moved the candlelight to her feet, the dim light illuminating a pale face.

She kicked a corpse in the face. Tu Longjian's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down.

She stepped over the cold corpse without making a sound, then suddenly remembered something and turned around.

There was a faint breathing sound; the corpse was alive!

However, it was too late; a cold hand suddenly grabbed her ankle.

The "corpse's" handsome, pale face twitched slightly, its cold eyes suddenly snapping open, a gloomy gaze sweeping towards Tu Longjian, and a sense of crisis instantly rose in her heart.

Tu Longjian struggled, but found that his ankle, which was being held, did not move at all.

That hand was unusually cold, like a demon that had crawled out of hell, or a vengeful ghost in the River Styx trying to pull someone into the deep water.

After struggling for a while, the barely alive "corpse" did not make any attacking moves. It just stubbornly held onto Tu Longjian's ankle and remained motionless.

Tu Longjian boldly brought the candlelight closer to his face, examining him closely.

The "corpse's" eyes squinted, unable to adjust to the sudden closeness of the light, but could not conceal its extraordinary nature.

The man was extremely handsome, gloomy and noble, with stray hairs falling across his face. His disheveled appearance did not conceal his nobility, but rather revealed a sense of brokenness.

"What are you doing?" Tu Longjian stared at him for a while, and seeing that he seemed to have no ill intentions, he asked.

“I…” The man’s pupils trembled, his throat was a little hoarse from not speaking for a long time, but it was still as intoxicating as a fine wine, but his expression was very innocent.