For Shi Fang to be able to defeat Zhao Ziyi's magical flying sword in one move, his cultivation level must have reached the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm.
However, the appearance of Shifang.
It did not make the two of them feel anxious.
Song Chen shrugged and said indifferently:
"We have gotten rid of Mu Feng and avoided the ending of death in the original work."
Whatever happens in the future, it has nothing to do with us.
Perhaps the next time we meet will be on the Immortal Illumination Continent.
By then, our cultivation will be sufficient to withstand heavenly lightning.
Mu Feng's death is imminent.
The Immortal Illumination Continent, being a higher-level continent, connects with the True Treasure Continent by airship every 100 years.
If a cultivator wants to continue to advance their cultivation level, they need to go to the Immortal Illumination Continent to cultivate.
Song Chen felt that they would have to go to the Immortal Illumination Continent sooner or later.
After all, Zhao Ziyi's talent for cultivation was not bad.
Although he was an eight-eight-root cultivator, his comprehension and innate talent were the highest, and his cultivation was not slow.
Moreover, his storage bag contained over a thousand catties of [Spiritual Enlightenment Gray Moss].
Once refined into the [Spiritual Enlightenment Pill], the two individuals will experience an increased rate of spiritual energy absorption after consuming it.
Cultivating it will yield twice the results with half the effort.
Zhao Ziyi nodded and smiled:
Yes, our new life has just begun!
You know so many magical arts, we can open a weapon-refining shop, a pill-refining shop, and a formation shop.
With your magic and my business acumen.
We will soon be able to gain a foothold on the continent of True Treasures.
Once we've earned enough money, perhaps we can buy the small world.
"Then we can rescue all the cultivators of the Tianyan Continent!"
Song Chen smiled broadly upon hearing Zhao Ziyi's words.
That's what he thought too.
The forces on the True Treasure Continent are intertwined, making the situation complex.
The slightest mistake could cost you your life.
Instead of searching for treasure everywhere, why not open a small shop and resell goods?
The cruise ship is moving forward at high speed.
Song Chen took out the map of the distribution of forces and determined their current location.
After a moment's hesitation, Song Chen pointed in the direction of the sun:
“We’re heading this way, to the border.”
Zhao Ziyi turned the boat around, smiling casually, "Okay."
They are now free.
He has shed his identity as a dead male supporting character and a passerby in "The Peerless Prodigy of Cultivation".
As long as she can be with Song Chen, Zhao Ziyi is willing to accept even the possibility of wandering the world.
However, given Song Chen's talent, he certainly wouldn't let him wander.
The two stood side by side, looking at the boundless sky, and felt their hearts expand.
Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long.
I don't know when it started.
Song Chen felt tense all over, his heart pounding as if it were about to jump out of his chest.
He nervously grabbed Zhao Ziyi's hand and checked his pulse.
The two of them were in exactly the same situation!
Song Chen hugged Zhao Ziyi tightly, comforting him while quickly setting up a defensive and concealment array.
Set up the formation.
Song Chen could no longer hold on. He gasped for breath and collapsed to his knees, breathing rapidly.
What exactly happened?
Why do I suddenly feel so tired?
Song Chen gripped Zhao Ziyi's hand tightly, unwilling to let go.
When Song Chen lay sprawled on the deck of the cruise ship.
His gaze naturally turned to the sky.
The next second, his heart skipped a beat.
What is that?
All that could be seen was the sky above.
There was a pair of huge eyes staring intently at the two of them.
His blood-red eyes brought him endless pressure.
Liquid, bright red blood, uncontrollably flowed from Song Chen's eyes.
When all I could see was blood red.
His hands tightly held Zhao Ziyi in his arms.
Don't look.
After saying the last sentence.
Song Chen coughed up blood and collapsed to the ground.
Zhao Ziyi kept her eyes tightly closed, enduring the heart pain.
He pretended to faint, lying on top of Song Chen, and remained motionless.
Time flowed by slowly.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Suddenly, Zhao Ziyi felt the pressure all over his body dissipate.
The surroundings seemed to have returned to normal.
He remained motionless, pretending nothing had happened.
He severed ties with the cruise ship and ceased supplying it with spiritual energy.
However, the cruise ship continued to sail forward, seemingly unaffected.
The familiar dizziness sets in.
Zhao Ziyi noticed that Song Chen uncontrollably opened his mouth and gagged a few times.
He was certain they had just been teleporting!
Zhao Ziyi calmed his breathing.
Tap, tap, tap...
A jumble of footsteps echoed on the deck.
Then came the sound of rustling voices.
"Oh dear, why are there only two people?"
"The ancestor must have made a mistake?"
"Never mind, send these two people to the ancestor."
"Tsk tsk tsk, this man is so handsome! I'm even tempted!"
"What nonsense are you talking about! How can you say that to a man?"
"I am a fox, of course I speak fox language. You are not as good-looking as this man!"
"Hurry up, let's deliver these two people to the ancestor as soon as possible."
"Their hands were inseparable, clasped too tightly."
"Then send them together, no need to pack them separately."
Song Chen closed his eyes tightly, his mind and spirit shaken.
The True Treasure Continent has many powerful forces, but only nine branches of demon cultivators.
Ten ghosts, nine Buddhas, eighty Paths.
Nine demons, four evil spirits, and seventeen wicked beings.
Among the nine demons, there was indeed a fox, the Star Pivot Immortal Fox, whose power numbered three million.
Both its ranking and strength are among the top.
Could it be that they have already entered the territory of the Star Pivot Immortal Fox?
They were just at the Five Zen Temple in Fuxiu.
In the blink of an eye, they traversed dozens of factions and arrived in the territory of the demon race.
Zhao Ziyi was shocked, but dared not move rashly.
He felt his body float up and land in the soft tent.
I don't know how the foxes transported them.
Throughout the journey, Zhao Ziyi did not feel any bumps.
He closed his eyes tightly and secretly used his palm to carefully channel spiritual energy into Song Chen.
Unfortunately, Song Chen remained asleep, showing no signs of waking up.
I don't know how much time passed.
Zhao Ziyi noticed that the tent beneath him had fallen to the ground.
"Ancestor, the cargo from the robbed cruise ship has been delivered."
"Huh? Why are there two people?"
"Ancestor, there are only two people on the cruise ship."
"Impossible! I received information before that what was being transported in the Wuchan Temple waterway were tens of thousands of chicks that were intended for release!"
"Slurp, ancestor, we really didn't steal any chickens. There were only two people on the cruise ship."
"Alright, alright, you can all leave now!"
The door creaked shut.
The surroundings were so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Zhao Ziyi took long, deep breaths and pretended to faint.
"Hmph, now that you're awake, stop pretending to be unconscious. Human cultivator, let's talk about compensation."
An overwhelming aura pressed down on Zhao Ziyi.
Zhao Ziyi coughed a few times, feeling uncomfortable, and could only stand up.
He looked down at the ground and could only guess that it was a grand hall, with layers of pure white marble covering the entire floor.
He then took a deep breath and looked up.
Behind the massive hall, there was a square platform.
On the high platform was a bed.
Layers of silk bed curtains extended from the bed to the entire hall.
A huge fox with glossy white fur sat on the bed.
Its long, fluffy tail droops to the ground.
Zhao Ziyi's heart was pounding.
This fox is dozens of meters long!
And the tails, piled up together, seemed to cover the entire hall.
one two three……
Zhao Ziyi discreetly checked the number of tails.
A six-tailed jade-faced fairy, a nine-tailed fox spirit.
What about the twelve tails?
Zhao Ziyi composed himself, looked up at the fox, and clasped his hands in a gesture of respect.
"My Daoist companion and I were passing by the Wuchan Temple, and we had no intention of disturbing the patriarch."
Although our ancestor made a mistake and captured us, we do not want compensation.
We are already extremely grateful that our ancestor has allowed us to go.
The fox demon clapped its paws, leaned forward, and roared at Zhao Ziyi:
"The compensation I'm talking about isn't something I'll pay!"
"But it's you who need to compensate me for my chicks!"
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