As Chen Xun's thoughts drifted, Little Chi was already prepared, with just a storage ring to solve everything, no need for any magical artifacts or vehicles...
But its enthusiasm seed to last only a brief mont before it beca sowhat silent, looking longingly at the mist-covered ninety-nine ring-shaped mountains.
Little Chi couldn't help but say, "Brother Xun, I want to go back..."
"You motherfucker, I ant you can co back if you miss ho after leaving, but you haven't even stepped out yet!"
Chen Xun cursed softly, then turned his head and shouted, "Bull, what should we do if Little Chi is hosick?!"
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a whirlwind of a large black shadow shot out from the sky, crashing down toward Little Chi: "Moo~~~!" A good beating will do the trick!
"Ah~~! Brother Bull!! Ouch!!"
Little Chi scread and cried, being spun around in the air by Black Bull holding its lion tail.
Behind the side hall, two figures with narrowed eyes erged, one frog and one bird, whispering:
"White Spirit, it seems our rival for the position of the mountain guardian immortal beast is leaving."
"Daoist... This beast has quite the background, it's the Dao Ancestor's own brother."
"Ridiculous, how could a human have a spirit beast as a brother? A mother can't give birth to two different species."
Frog Daoist wore a wise expression, analyzing with precision, "This beast is probably well-connected, and now that it's leaving, the Five Aggregates Sect will be ours..."
White Spirit extended its wings, giving them a shake, its eyes also gleaming with wisdom, "Daoist, Ancestor Bull doesn't hold back, we should be careful not to get slapped."
At these words, Frog Daoist suddenly felt a pang of anxiety, quickly covering its cheeks with its frog hands, a look of humiliation appearing on its face. A frog under the eaves must bow its head!
It still wanted to revive White Spirit, either becoming the mountain guardian immortal beast to gain a foothold or achieving immortality, and if neither worked, it would have to kneel and beg that person for help.
Damn it!
Frog Daoist clenched its frog hands, an expression of extre forbearance on its face, preparing to endure humiliation at the Five Aggregates Sect.
Having survived the Era of Great Slaughter among the Myriad Clans, what humiliation hadn't it endured?
Suddenly...
A gentle breeze blew by, and Chen Xun ca riding the wind, hanging upside down from the eaves, smiling, "Frog, I sense so dirty thoughts slandering this Dao Ancestor, is it you?"
"Ribbit?"
Frog Daoist's hair stood on end, a wave of shock in its heart, could a Qi cultivation phase cultivator really ride the wind? There was no fluctuation of Golden Elixir power!
White Spirit's head was almost buried in the ground, its wings and feathers retracted to the extre, like an ostrich.
It had never slandered the Dao Ancestor, it had only hit the Daoist, so it couldn't be hit...
Frog Daoist's eyes were deep, its expression solemn, with an awkward yet polite smile at the corners of its mouth, maintaining the last bit of dignity as it praised, "Worthy of the Dao Ancestor! Worthy of an immortal!"
"Don't overthink it, it's just a small wind-riding spell of the Qi cultivation phase." Chen Xun smiled faintly, reaching out a large hand to grab Frog Daoist, lifting it upside down and leaving.
With the world upside down, Frog Daoist was utterly despondent in the air, not daring to puff up its cheeks, fearing it would be too easy to slap and get endlessly beaten.
White Spirit remained crouched on the spot, watching as the Tribulation Crossing Venerable Frog Daoist was carried away by the wind...
"Safe travels, Dao Ancestor!" White Spirit whispered, sighing lightly at the sky, "Daoist, have a good journey~"
"Ribbit..."
Frog Daoist's eyes widened slightly, wanting to slap White Spirit, truly regretting raising it so big!
Boom—
At this mont, a loud rumble ca from the sky, casting large shadows as the Battle Camp prepared to set sail. Crane Spirit stood at the edge of the warship, looking longingly at the ground.
Black Bull's primordial spirit stood nearby, its gaze not as lively as its true form. To Chen Xun, it seed sowhat wooden, lacking Black Bull's charm, only its form.
Of course... others couldn't tell, there was no difference, it was even more real than a clone.
On the ground of the Five Aggregates Immortal Platform.
Chen Xun waved with a smile, looking toward Crane Spirit. In this peaceful grand world, it was ti to venture out alone.
"Eldest brother, fourth brother!" Crane Spirit took a step forward, hesitating to speak in the sky.
"Don't worry!"
Chen Xun laughed loudly, using an amplification spell, his vast and grand voice spreading in all directions, "Everyone, safe travels."
Boom...
The surrounding mountains seed to tremble at this mighty voice, even the immortals' eyelids twitched, was this really the Qi cultivation phase? Had his realm truly fallen to the Qi cultivation phase?
Yu family ancestor rubbed his fingers vigorously, his expression sowhat colorful, goodness...
Little Chi shouted loudly, looking at Crane Spirit, "Sister Crane, I'll co to the battlefield beyond the boundary to find you in the future! Don't worry about us!"
In the sky, cultivators silently saluted Chen Xun.
Bai Li Feng Yao watched with a peaceful smile, looking at Chen Xun with his simple smile. After all these years, he seed unchanged, living brightly.
Buzz—
In the blink of an eye, warships streaked across the sky, turning into brilliant streams of light, disappearing from the Five Aggregates Sect's region, already showing the deanor of a strong force.
Chen Xun's gaze lingered on the horizon for a long ti before finally withdrawing it, feeling slightly empty inside, but it quickly dissipated.
He straightened his expression, looking at Yu family ancestor, Immortal Burial, and Wangyou.
"Fellow immortals, please."
As soon as he finished speaking, the grand hall emitted a door-opening sound filled with the vicissitudes of ti, made of wood, yes, once again crafted from the Crane Spirit Tree.
"Fishing Emperor!" Gu Lisheng frowned, looking at the thousand-foot staircase, "Is this prince not going in? Do you know in the Taiyi grand world, the immortal path is divided into ten asures, I alone occupy twelve, the heavens owe two!"
"If there's to be a discussion, how can I be absent?"
"Or is it that you, Fishing Emperor, no longer regard highly?"
Gu Lisheng's voice was high and imposing, his gaze fixed on Chen Xun, "Now that I've spoken, how you decide is up to you."
Motherfucker... can't you stop bragging for a mont?!
Song Heng cursed inwardly, almost unable to resist slapping Gu Lisheng across the face. This trip wasn't just to explore the ruins of the immortal tombs, but also to find a soul for Gu Lisheng.
In his muddled state, unable to recognize himself, even if the factory owner didn't kill him, outsiders eventually would!
"Moo?" Black Bull snorted in amazent, the heavens actually owed Prince Gu two asures... Could it be that he's even more formidable than Chen Xun?
"Moo moo..." Black Bull called twice more toward Gu Lisheng's extraordinary figure, still in shock.
"Fake."
Chen Xun's voice drifted over, "Bull, you actually believe this..."
"Moo?"
Black Bull's pupils contracted, its stiff legs softened, as if finally coming to its senses, exhaling a long breath, so it was fake...
"Though Prince Gu has a significant background, he's still three asures short in front of this Dao Ancestor."
Chen Xun spoke without reservation, his gaze clashing with Gu Lisheng's, "Since the Celestial Angler is so gracious, how could this Dao Ancestor refuse? Please!"
"Hahaha... worthy of the Fishing Emperor, bold enough to say this prince is three asures short of you!"
Gu Lisheng laughed arrogantly, "Fishing Emperor, please."
The two instantly engaged in conversation, their thoughts jumping wildly, their boasting grand and astonishing, their exchange seamless, leaving the three immortals sweating... What are they even talking about?!
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