I long to return home!

A moment later, Su Yifeng sat sullenly on the stone steps, sizing up the disciples who had gone to participate. He found them all displeasing, as they were all at the Great Perfection of Qi Refining. However, thinking of the battles between the prodigies, these people were nothing more than cannon fodder. Only Li Yunfei was slightly better off, but not by much. At most, he could barely survive and find some spiritual treasures to successfully establish his foundation. He could forget about any opportunities in the Holy Land.

Just as he was sighing, he heard a series of hurried footsteps. Turning around, he saw Xue Wu and the others. This gave him renewed hope. Xue Wu and the others were considered top-tier fighters among the various sects of the immortal sects. In particular, if Xue Wu and Xu Tao performed well, it would make him proud.

But when he looked closely, he saw that Jin Lingjiao was following Xue Wu, which puzzled him. Why was Old Lin's spirit beast following them?

After Xue Wu and the others joined the group, Su Yifeng walked up to Jin Lingjiao and asked in confusion, "This time, the Foundation Establishment Holy Land only allows disciples to participate. Are you... going to cheer them on?"

"Of course not, this grandma is going to participate in the Foundation Establishment Battle." Jin Lingjiao said proudly, hands on her hips.

"Why don't you go?"

"Of course, we'll go in as contracted spirit beasts," Jin Lingjiao said, linking her arm with Xue Wu's.

"Aren't you Old Lin's contracted spirit beast? How did you become like this?" Su Yifeng asked in surprise.

"This..." Xue Wu stammered, then leaned close to Su Yifeng's ear and whispered an explanation.

Xue Wu had asked Jin Lingjiao about this issue before, and the reply he received was that since the last transfer of his natal spiritual power, although it was not like the contract, Jin Lingjiao's spiritual energy had always existed in Xue Wu's body. As long as he investigated thoroughly, he could pass the ordinary tests smoothly.

"I see, that really is a good idea, it works." Su Yifeng's face lit up with joy. In this way, his side's combat strength wouldn't be lagging behind, and they would be able to fight against a major sect.

And so, the nine-person team for the competition was ready, and with Su Yifeng's shouts, they embarked on their journey to the capital.

...

The border between Yunzhou and Xuanhaizhou.

Su Yifeng did not rely on flying on a sword; he could easily soar through the air with just his spiritual power. His flying speed was several times faster than Xu Tao and the others. He turned to look at Xu Tao and Xue Wu behind him, slowing down until he was shoulder to shoulder with the latter.

"I'm not trying to criticize you, Xue, but you're already at the fourteenth level of Qi Refining and have been in the sect for over three years. Even someone at the fifth level of Qi Refining can use the sword-flying technique, so why can't you?" Su Yifeng looked at Xue Wu, who was tightly hugging Xu Tao's waist, and felt somewhat helpless. If other sects saw that the disciples of Luoyun Sect participating in the Foundation Establishment Holy Land couldn't even fly on a sword, they would probably laugh their heads off.

"I can, but I'm afraid of heights," Xue Wu said. He had thought about this problem before and tried to fly on a sword. He could fly five or six meters, but once he flew several meters high, he always felt uneasy just looking at the narrow sword of energy under his feet. When he could fly in the air without using a sword one day, the curse of his fear of heights would disappear.

Xue Wu looked somewhat awkwardly at Jin Lingjiao, who was also clinging to Gu Qingcheng's slender waist. The latter also noticed the gaze and said indifferently, "Grandma has wings, so she doesn't need to learn sword flying."

Upon hearing this, Xue Wu lowered his head in shame. After a moment, he changed the subject and asked Su Yifeng, "Elder Lin, your name is so similar to Senior Brother Su's. Could he be your illegitimate son?"

Su Yifeng was taken aback, but before he could answer, Su Changfeng leaned closer and said calmly, "That's not it. I've been an orphan since I was a child, begging in Shuiyue City without a name or surname, until I met my master at the age of sixteen. I was accepted as a disciple, took my master's surname, and adopted the name Changfeng, wishing that all injustices in the world would turn into a long wind and never return..."

Upon hearing this, Xue Wu was taken aback and quickly apologized, "I'm sorry, Senior Brother Su, for asking about something that upset you."

"It's alright. This matter wasn't a secret to begin with. Anyone who joined early would know. Brother Xu and the others already knew. Didn't they talk to you about it?" Su Changfeng wasn't sad at all; on the contrary, he felt a little happy. He didn't think this was a bad thing; instead, he felt a sense of pride.

...

A few days later.

As darkness fell, they had reached the central area of ​​the Xuanhai Sect. To make flying easier, they channeled their spiritual energy to create a light source, which made their journey more convenient.

Suddenly, tiny lights appeared ahead, twinkling like stars in the night.

Using his divine sense, Su Yifeng immediately sensed the presence of the other party. They were a group of neatly aligned cultivators. The leader of the group also sensed him with his divine sense and was also at the Nascent Soul stage. Su Yifeng's lips curled up slightly: "Let's speed things up. The group ahead should also be from a sect heading to the capital. Let's go up and say hello. We're bored on the journey, so let's chat to relieve our boredom."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yifeng caught up with the other party and chatted with them. When he got closer to the group, he was surprised to find that the other party was dressed in uniform moon-white clothes, with flying swords under their feet and scabbards at their waists. They were obviously all skilled swordsmen.

What shocked him most was that the leading Nascent Soul cultivator was a woman with long, silver-white hair draped over her waist, like an ice queen.

"What is it?" the Nascent Soul female cultivator asked calmly.

“Fellow Daoist, I am Su Yifeng from Luoyun Sect in Yunzhou. I see that your sect is also heading to the capital. How about we travel together?” Su Yifeng said, one hand behind his waist, exuding an air of arrogance.

“An Nanyue of the Sword Sect of Xuanhai Prefecture.” An Nanyue said coldly, never once looking at Su Yifeng, but never refusing the other party’s suggestion.

Su Yifeng immediately felt extremely embarrassed. This was too aloof! Even Lao Lin wasn't as cold as you... Fine, I'm magnanimous, I'll take it as your consent.

Soon after, Xu Tao and the others arrived, and couldn't help but complain about why Su Yifeng flew so fast. Xu Tao turned his head and saw the female sword cultivator following behind An Nanyue.

Like the former, she wore a moon-white dress, with silver hair flowing down to her slender waist. Her waist-length hair was blown about by the wind, with a few strands playfully flying in front. There were no decorations on her head except for a light blue ribbon that gently tied a strand of hair.

She rises from the mud unsullied, and is washed by clear ripples without becoming seductive; a graceful and virtuous woman is sought after by gentlemen.

Even in the darkness, with only a faint, cold light, Xu Tao could see the woman's stunning beauty. Her delicate features, snow-white skin, and exquisite features left him speechless.

Just then, the woman turned her head and saw Xu Tao with a lewd look on his face. Feeling somewhat uncomfortable, she frowned slightly and turned her head away with disdain.

Xu Tao was startled and realized that he had lost his composure, but what was done was done and could not be undone. He lowered his head silently, too embarrassed to meet Xu Tao's gaze again.