The familiar nausea returned, and Song Chen breathed a sigh of relief.

Transmission successful!

When solid ground appears beneath your feet.

Song Chen could no longer resist the urge to vomit.

He bent over, unable to stop gagging.

The other cultivators were startled by Song Chen's actions.

Zhao Ziyi quickly helped Song Chen up and waved to the other cultivators, "I wish all of you cultivators a bright future. We'll take our leave now, everyone, please disperse."

At this moment, a light drizzle was falling from the sky.

The fine rain falling from the sky pattered on the cultivator's skin, in delicate, continuous strands.

A vast amount of spiritual energy dissipated in the air.

It seems that with each breath, one can feel the spiritual energy increasing.

The cultivators bid farewell to Zhao Ziyi with smiles on their faces. After releasing their flying magical artifacts, they flew off in twos and threes into the distance to seek new lives.

When the nausea subsided, Song Chen was still a little dazed. He stood there blankly, looking around.

At this moment, they were on a plain.

On the left, there is a river that flows on and on, never to return.

Along the riverbank, cattails grew to waist height.

On the shore, there are rows of willow trees.

A gust of wind blew by, and the drizzle pattered on the willow leaves.

To the right was a dilapidated temple.

The temple's beams were broken, and the dilapidated walls had collapsed.

The temple gate had been reduced to broken wooden planks, half of which were buried in the ground.

The once hidden temple can now be seen in its entirety from this spot.

A damp, moss-covered cushion.

The incense burner was leaning precariously to one side.

A rusty Buddha statue.

This temple appears to have been abandoned for a long time.

"Are you feeling better?" Zhao Ziyi patted his back and handed him a bottle of water.

Song Chen snapped out of his reverie, nodded, and smiled:

"Did you see the temple?"

It seems we've truly arrived at the Continent of True Treasures.

At this moment, the cultivators from the small world flew away one after another.

Only four people remained on the enormous teleportation array.

Song Chen frowned as he looked at Mu Feng and Li Wantian, and asked in a deep voice:

Why aren't you leaving?

A ruthless glint flashed in Li Wantian's eyes, and he grinned menacingly:

"Why leave? Strike while the iron is hot!"

They had just seen that Song Chen's face was as pale as paper, and his spiritual energy was completely depleted.

If we miss this opportunity, who knows when we'll be able to kill Song Chen again!

Mu Feng's face was also full of smiles. He wanted to capture Song Chen and bring him into the Peach Blossom Spring Secret Realm. This was the perfect opportunity!

Li Wantian and Mu Feng attacked together.

They instantly appeared beside Song Chen.

At this critical moment.

Song Chen sneered and quickly released the magic weapon from his hand.

A trapping formation was instantly formed.

The two sword tips were only a fist's distance from Song Chen.

But Li Wantian and Mu Feng made no further progress and remained rooted to the spot.

Song Chen said calmly:

"I knew beforehand that you would repay kindness with enmity."

"In the Ascending Dragon Path, I added something to your formation."

Song Chen knew that activating the formation would consume spiritual energy, and he would be weak for a period of time after being teleported.

So before the teleportation, he had already set a trap for Mu Feng and Li Wantian.

He combined the seal carving with the formation, keeping Mu Feng and the others inside the formation.

During those ten days, the engraved array patterns were etched onto Mu Feng and Li Wantian's bodies.

At this moment, Mu Feng and his companion were natural formation flags.

Once the formation is complete, the formation flags will not move.

Song Chen was too lazy to explain to Mu Feng and the other person. He took out a bottle of Spirit Enlightenment Gray Moss, tilted his head back and ate it.

He then sat cross-legged to restore his spiritual energy.

Mu Feng and Li Wantian, frozen in place, blushed crimson.

They wanted to move, but they had no way to do so.

Zhao Ziyi stood around Song Chen with his arms crossed, protecting him.

They were on guard against attacks from all sides.

Half an hour later.

Song Chen opened his eyes; his spiritual energy had now fully recovered.

After stretching his body, Song Chen drew his longsword and thrust it fiercely at Li Wantian.

"Pfft!"

The longsword pierced through Li Wantian's chest.

Li Wantian frowned and roared to the sky, but he still couldn't move.

Song Chen did not stop.

He avoided vital points and stabbed Li Wantian five times in succession.

No lightning struck.

Song Chen curled the corners of his lips; he had wanted to do this for a long time.

"Weren't you going to kill me? Why aren't you moving?"

Song Chen sheathed his sword and turned to stab Mu Feng fiercely.

"Pfft!"

Mu Feng was stabbed and coughed up blood, but he did not scream. Instead, he glared fiercely at Song Chen.

Dark thunderclouds rapidly gathered in the sky.

The thunderclouds were already filled with lightning, as if they were about to strike at any moment.

Seeing that the lightning tribulation was about to strike, Song Chen decided to withdraw while he was ahead.

He sheathed his longsword and gave a cold snort:

"I'll let you go now. But if we meet again, I'll make you suffer a thousand times more!"

After saying that.

Song Chen turned around and beckoned Zhao Ziyi to leave.

Suddenly, golden light descended from the sky.

A huge golden shadow rushed towards Song Chen.

Zhao Ziyi quickly threw out his flying sword to defend himself.

"Song Chen, watch out!"

"Snap! Snap!"

The magical flying sword shattered inch by inch upon encountering the golden light.

Fortunately, the golden light was blocked.

Zhao Ziyi coughed up blood and staggered back several steps.

Song Chen quickly turned around and stood in front of Zhao Ziyi, unleashing all his magical weapons and preparing for battle.

Above, amidst the gentle drizzle, sat a handsome, bald cultivator, clad in a robe with half his arm exposed, on a blue lotus.

“Your actions are so bloody, you deserve to be punished.”

Zhao Ziyi's eyes widened; this person was actually a Buddhist cultivator!

After the Buddhist monk finished speaking, he pinched a lotus flower in his hand and pointed at Song Chen with one finger.

The golden finger phantom instantly materialized.

"Buzz buzz buzz!"

It sounded like the voice of Buddha, resounding in my ears.

Song Chen felt dizzy for a moment, then his expression changed drastically, and he quickly summoned his magic weapon to defend himself.

After throwing out four flying swords in succession, the golden finger light and shadow disappeared.

Song Chen stared intently at the Buddhist cultivator, a surge of rage swirling within him.

Who is this?!

Why would you help Mu Feng?

The Buddhist monks, riding on lotus flowers, rapidly approached from the horizon.

Zhao Ziyi was almost frightened. He quickly released the boat, grabbed Song Chen's sleeve, and before anyone could react, boarded the boat in the opposite direction and escaped.

Upon boarding the cruise ship, Zhao Ziyi sat cross-legged in meditation. In an instant, all his spiritual energy was released.

Driven by spiritual energy, the cruise ship reached its maximum speed.

The scenery around me rushed past.

Only when the spiritual energy was insufficient did Zhao Ziyi open his eyes and exhale a deep breath.

Song Chen looked at him with concern and handed him a bottle of Spirit Enlightenment Gray Moss.

"I sense something's off about you. Did that Buddhist monk from earlier also appear in the original story?"

Zhao Ziyi nodded, ate the Spirit Enlightenment Ash Moss to replenish his spiritual energy and ensure the smooth operation of the cruise ship.

Once the cruise ship had stabilized, Zhao Ziyi frowned and sighed:

"The title page of the original novel, 'The Peerless Prodigy of Immortal Cultivation,' includes an introduction to the main character."

Mu Feng's first man was Li Wantian, the young master of Wanjian Manor.

Mu Feng's second man was Shi Fang, a Buddhist practitioner from the Fifth Zen Temple.

Upon hearing this, Song Chen frowned. "Buddhist cultivators? Do Buddhist cultivators also enter the mortal world?"

How could a Buddhist cultivator get together with Mu Feng?

Zhao Ziyi sighed:

"Who knows? I guess there's no difference between Buddhist and Taoist cultivation."

After all, Mu Feng is the protagonist, so it's normal for him to stir the holy monk's worldly desires.