Although Yu Yan was a complete weakling, she was surprisingly fast, and even carrying a person, she arrived in front of Chen Ke and the others in the blink of an eye.

However, the geese stopped about three to five hundred meters away from Chen Ke and his group and refused to move forward.

Seeing this, the Qingyun Sect members could only control the wild goose to land, and then, led by Elder Lin Ji, the Grandmaster, they walked towards the dilapidated temple not far away.

But as they approached and saw the group of people standing in front of the dilapidated temple, they all gasped.

The dozens of young men standing here were all martial arts practitioners, and almost all of them were at the Grandmaster level!

Who exactly are these people? How come they have more influence than our Qingyun Sect?

The disciples of Qingyun Sect looked at each other in bewilderment.

Lin Ji, who was leading the group, frowned slightly in secret. When did so many grandmasters suddenly appear in the Shenya Dynasty, while their Qingyun Sect had not received any news about it?

But when he thought about the purpose of his visit, Lin Ji's heart trembled with excitement.

Two days ago, a small team of disciples he sent to search for his daughter was burned to ashes by a ball of purple flames over the East Street of the Imperial City. The sect leader and elders were both shocked and furious. After two days of investigation...

Their conclusion was even more shocking: the murderer was very likely the long-lost Flame Eagle King of the Shenya Dynasty!

After the initial shock came overwhelming joy. If it really was the Flame Eagle King appearing in the world, they were determined to subdue this peerless ferocious beast before the royal family could.

As the Qingyun Sect disciples approached, Chen Ke instructed the wise man Lacha to lead the rest of the clansmen into the dilapidated temple, leaving only the warriors behind.

If the Qingyun Sect's visitors are hostile, he wouldn't mind establishing his authority here.

Chen Ke's dislike for the Qingyun Sect stemmed not only from Lin Yue, but also from the fact that the people Zhan Boling had led to the desolate continent were from the Qingyun Sect.

In this life, if the people of Qingyun Sect behave themselves, he'll let it go. But if they insist on causing trouble in front of him, then they shouldn't blame him for being ruthless.

The two sides sized each other up for two seconds in front of the dilapidated temple.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect showed disdain in their eyes. They were initially hesitant about having dozens of grandmasters standing together, since there might be an even more powerful force behind such a group.

Upon closer inspection, it became clear that these grandmasters, despite their imposing stature, were dressed in extremely ordinary coarse linen clothing, and their weapons were equally impressive.

Oh, let alone decent weapons, there weren't any weapons at all.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect were immediately relieved. Even if these masters were not self-taught, they wouldn't have any powerful forces behind them.

Because we were poor, so very poor.

The Shenya Dynasty couldn't possibly have a grandmaster who was this poor.

The warriors of the Youqi tribe didn't think as much as the disciples of the Qingyun Sect. For the two seconds they spent observing, they were all marveling at how short the people in this place were…

Then, seeing the disdainful look in the eyes of the person opposite them, the soldiers became unhappy and all put on stern faces.

Lin Ji paid no attention to the soldiers' expressions. He wasn't afraid of a hundred Grandmasters, let alone just a few dozen. He swept his gaze around arrogantly, "I am Lin Ji, Elder of the Qingyun Sect. You—"

"Chirp!" Lin Ji's words were interrupted by a loud cry of a wild goose before he could finish speaking.

Lin Ji and the disciples of Qingyun Sect turned their heads sharply, only to be stunned by what they saw.

"What is that thing?!"

"What is it going to do to the goose?!"

Only Lin Ji's eyes showed a look of frenzied excitement.

"Hahaha, it really is the Flame Eagle King!"

"Flame Eagle King?" A disciple of the Qingyun Sect exclaimed in surprise, looking at the comically white eagle wearing a blue vest on Yu Yan's back with suspicion.

It's hard to connect him with the legendary, noble, mysterious, and powerful Flame Eagle King.

"Elder, is that guy really the legendary Flame Eagle King?"

Lin Ji snorted, his eyes flashing with intense greed. "Of course! Don't think I won't recognize you just because you're wearing a vest!"

At this moment, a cold, murderous intent flashed in the Flame Eagle King's round eyes. He patted Yu Yan's head with his wing, "Don't worry, as long as you kill them all, you will be free."

"Chirp chirp!" Yu Yan seemed to understand and responded to him.

Lin Ji suppressed his wildly beating heart, turned to look at the people behind him, and said with an ambiguous expression, "May I ask if that white eagle has anything to do with you?"

At this moment, Chen Ke stepped forward and said, "So what if you have connections? So what if you don't?"

The moment Lin Ji saw Chen Ke, his brows furrowed and a look of surprise and doubt appeared in his eyes.

"It's best if this eagle killed our Qingyun Sect disciple and has nothing to do with you. If it does, then you'll all have to come with me to the Qingyun Sect."

Chen Ke raised an eyebrow, "What a great thing!"

"Alright then, this eagle is indeed ours. Elder, please lead the way."

Lin Ji was taken aback by Chen Ke's words.

"Oh, elder, we have some cows too, would you mind if we took them with us?"

Lin Ji: ""

Lin Ji sneered, "Fine." Did this guy think he was inviting them to Qingyun Sect as guests? He even had the leisure to bring livestock!

The disciples of Qingyun Sect also began to sneer.

However, I couldn't laugh anymore halfway through.

Because several cows, almost as big as the dilapidated temple, emerged from around the corner.

That ferocious appearance, that wild and primitive aura—this, this is a cow?

What kind of family could raise such a cow?

"A...a barbarian bull?" Lin Ji stammered in shock. "How...how is this possible!"

Then, incredulously, he turned back to look at the Flame Eagle King, who was wearing a blue vest.

My heart was pounding. The Flame Eagle King and the Ancient Wild Bull were ferocious beasts that had disappeared from the Divine Asia Dynasty. Where did these people come from?

"Elder, is it really a savage bull? The kind of ferocious savage bull described in ancient books?"

"That couldn't possibly have been raised by these people, could it? They're just Grandmasters; how could they possibly subdue a wild bull!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Chen Ke led his soldiers to calmly climb onto the back of the bull.

Chen Ke: "Let's go, Elder, lead the way."

Qingyun Sect disciples and elders: ......

They were clearly coerced into going to the Qingyun Sect, so why does it seem like the situation has reversed, with them being even more proactive than the other way around?

A disciple leaned closer and whispered to Lin Ji, "Elder, what do you think... should we bring this back to Qingyun Sect?"

Lin Ji sneered, "Go, of course we'll go!" He wished they would bring all of these with them, because once they got to Qingyun Sect, they would all belong to Qingyun Sect!

"Then please, everyone."

Chen Kequan pretended not to see the scheming in Lin Ji's eyes and happily led the soldiers off on the bull, leaving only Yudi and another soldier guarding the dilapidated temple.

Lin Ji led the Qingyun Sect disciples on a feathered goose, guiding them through the sky, while Chen Ke and the soldiers followed at a distance on the backs of wild oxen.