The flying speed of a sword cultivator is mainly determined by three factors.

First, one's own spiritual power.

One's own spiritual power is like a car's fuel tank; the deeper one's spiritual power, the farther one can travel on long-distance flights.

Second, the width of the meridians is also the burst speed.

This is similar to the accelerator and engine displacement of a car; the maximum speed a car can reach depends entirely on this attribute.

The last aspect, and the one that makes sword cultivators faster than other systems, is the advantage of flying swords!

When flying at high speed, the pressure from heaven and earth will inevitably affect the speed.

However, the power of one's natal flying sword is enough to cleave the oppressive force of heaven and earth.

Sword cultivators used this to traverse the oppressive power of heaven and earth, naturally increasing their speed considerably.

All three were single-person swords, except for Ye Feng, who was an oddball, riding on two flying swords.

Ye Feng's whetstone was the richest in the Shu Mountain Sword Sect; to be precise, it was Ye Feng's private property!

Given his generous nature, he would naturally not be stingy with his natal flying sword.

The whetstone has never been broken.

In terms of the sharpness of the flying sword alone, it is probably even better than that of the sect leader, Shenqing Zhenjun!

Most importantly, he still has two!

Looking at the light gray spatial rifts cut by the blades of their own flying swords, and then at the black rifts cut by Ye Feng's two flying swords, Jian Chen and the other two felt that their own flying swords were no longer as appealing.

The three exchanged a glance, wanting to test Ye Feng's limits, and began to activate their spiritual power to accelerate their flight.

Ye Feng didn't feel anything either. Seeing that the three of them had increased their speed, he also sped up.

As the speed increased, even the Han Guang and Ju Que beneath their feet emitted joyful tremors.

Seeing Ye Feng leisurely following behind, showing no intention of falling behind, the three of them felt their competitive spirit rise.

They are all ancient demons who have cultivated for over a thousand years. How could they be outdone by a kid in his twenties?

So the three of them unleashed their spiritual power at full force, and their speed increased dramatically once again.

Seeing this, Ye Feng thought to himself, "Could it be that Senior Brother Shenqing has misremembered the auction time? Is it about to start?"

Thinking it through, he didn't slow down his movements either.

He shifted his feet slightly, changing the two flying swords from a parallel position to a position where the tips of the swords were slightly turned inward.

What seemed like a simple change transformed the aura emanating from his body into the shape of an arrow.

The speed increased by more than 20% from the original level.

It was easily hung behind Elder Meng Keyi of the Heavenly Craft Hall again.

After flying for a while longer, seeing that they couldn't shake off Ye Feng, the three of them slowed down.

Using all one's strength consumes a lot of spiritual energy, so there's no need to waste it here.

If an unexpected situation arises later, and we face the problem of spiritual energy depletion again, we'll be completely helpless.

After they were back on equal footing, the three of them looked at Ye Feng.

After a short while, all three of them were slightly out of breath.

Ye Feng, however, remained calm and composed, which greatly surprised the three of them.

It seems that this junior brother's cultivation level is somewhat unfathomable.

However, the three of them did not ask any further questions.

Spiritual practice is ultimately a solitary endeavor, and some secrets are best kept to themselves.

However, all three scoffed at Ye Feng's earlier claim that he only possessed the cultivation of the advanced stage of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Out-of-body, my big-headed doll!

Although they didn't know the exact progress, they were all certain.

The opportunity that brought together the entire sect's strength has allowed this junior brother to make progress that can only be described as terrifying!

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Huixian Pavilion.

A massive building, covering an enormous area and decorated in a magnificent style.

Under the midday sun, the glazed tiles shimmered with a dazzling brilliance.

It's like a small sun, so eye-catching.

Somewhat coincidentally, the true behind-the-scenes owners of Huixian Pavilion, which has spread throughout the cultivation world, are the three Ming Daoren brothers.

That is why no one dares to steal anything from Huixian Pavilion.

After all, any force facing three Mahayana Realm cultivators would definitely be in trouble.

The four of them sheathed their flying swords and slowly landed on the square outside the gate.

As soon as I stood still, a young man who looked like a waiter quickly came to greet me.

With a warm smile on his face, he said, "Greetings, four esteemed immortals. May I ask if you are here to attend the auction or to select treasures in the back hall?"

The young man was only in his early twenties, and there was no sign of spiritual energy emanating from him. He had a very sunny and cheerful appearance that made people feel good at first glance.

Since Shenqing Zhenjun is the sect leader, Ye Feng and the other two naturally follow his lead.

"Let's go to the back hall first; I'll be participating in the auction later."

Upon hearing this, Wang He, a young waiter, became excited.

Customers who say this are basically serious buyers.

It looks like my commission for today is secured.

If they're also generous, they might receive a hefty tip!

Then I'm getting closer and closer to exchanging for a Foundation Establishment Pill!

"Alright, then, Immortal, would you like to take a look at refining materials, pills, or perhaps cultivation techniques and magic treasures?"

These four items are all major items in the cultivation world, and basically everyone who comes here is here for these four items.

"Then I'll trouble you, young friend, to take us to the place that sells magical artifacts."

Upon hearing Shenqing Zhenjun's words, every cell in Wang He's body seemed to be cheering with joy.

"This immortal is clearly of extraordinary cultivation; he even called me 'young friend'! If I had the chance, I would really like to join their sect; it must be a place like a fairyland!"

In the cultivation world, strength has always been revered.

With the power and status of Shenqing Zhenjun, even the emperors of the common people are completely incomparable.

It's no wonder Wang He was excited to be called "little friend" by such an important person.

In the eyes of those powerful figures, someone like him, who was over 20 years old and hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, and could only enter the path of cultivation through Foundation Establishment Pills, was nothing more than an ant.

Let alone calling you "young friend," even saying a single word to you is a great favor!

"Immortal, please follow me. I will take you to the treasure pavilion."

After speaking, he bowed and led Shenqing Zhenjun and the others toward the back of the main hall.

Compared to the auction hall, the treasure vault is relatively smaller.

The decorating styles are also different.

The auction hall was magnificent, while the treasure vault was much more elegant.

On rows of simple wooden shelves, all sorts of magical treasures are displayed in different categories.

Magical artifacts all have small spiritual energy arrays; if the array is not broken properly, it will explode instantly.

There were still some people browsing inside the treasure pavilion, and without exception, each of them was accompanied by a receptionist like Wang He.

Although there were other people present, the space was large enough that they weren't worried about disturbing them.

Wang He introduced them with great familiarity: "Immortal, please look, here are offensive magic weapons. Here are defensive magic weapons. Here are magic weapons that assist in cultivation, and here are some curse magic weapons."

Shenqing Zhenjun and the others followed Wang He's hand as they inspected the various magical treasures with different shapes and functions on the wooden shelves.

Next to each magical artifact is a small wooden plaque that clearly records the artifact's name, materials, effects, and price.

Some even have the names of the previous owners or the maker of the magical artifact written on them.

And those with names on them are often quite expensive.

Looking at the dazzling array of magical treasures, the four of them were somewhat overwhelmed by the sheer variety.