Once again feeling Charcoal's vigorous speed, Miao Yi couldn't help but sigh in his heart. If he hadn't been separated from Charcoal back then, Bai Ziliang probably wouldn't have been able to force him to jump down the volcano with Charcoal's leg strength. And if he hadn't jumped down the volcano, he probably wouldn't have been able to discover the mysteries of the Fiery Star Technique.
The man and the horse crossed the desert, crossed the mountains, and stopped at the seaside.
Charcoal trampled on the waves on the beach. Miao Yi took out his map and chose a location. He definitely had to stay as far away from Skyfire Mountain as possible.
After choosing his destination, Miao Yi came up with a plan for the long voyage. He chopped wood from the mountains and made a sturdy and exquisite wooden raft. He then pushed it into the sea, and the man and the steed jumped onto it. Miao Yi pulled the sails and invoked his arts to steer the raft, allowing it to sail with the wind.
He was not in a hurry. When the wind was with him, he drifted with the wind and sat cross-legged on the sea to cultivate. When the wind was against him, he put down the sail and cast a spell to steer it.
Along the way, Miao Yi encountered quite a few sea monsters, but he couldn't be bothered to deal with them. With the Mystic Yin Mirror in hand, he spat out all of them.
Two months later, they finally arrived at their destination. Charcoal, who hadn't been active for a long time, jumped onto the shore to play. Miao Yi, on the other hand, dragged the wooden raft ashore and hid it for later use.
A lone man and a horse ran to the top of a mountain and gazed into the distance. He saw that the mountains were as messy as a forest. The terrain was treacherous, empty and silent, and a thin mist lingered in the air.
Miao Yi nodded in approval. The reason why he chose this place was because it was an inconspicuous island in the Western Star Sea. In addition, the terrain was treacherous, so it would be easy to escape if anything happened.
He was prepared to hide here and cultivate for as long as he could. He wanted to wait until the Sea of Constellations Subjugation Crusade was over.
However, it seemed like he wasn't the only one who had his eyes on this place. Riding on Charcoal, they charged down the mountain. After charging into the disorderly mountains, Charcoal suddenly shook its head and snorted loudly, then stopped in its tracks. It could smell the scent of its own kind. As expected, this fellow's intelligence was stronger than that of the average dragon steed.
Sensing its emotions, Miao Yi immediately put his guard up. The rugged and treacherous terrain here didn't seem to be suitable for spiritual beasts like dragon steeds, who were adept at sprinting. Spreading his arms slightly, a cloud of black mist enveloped his body. In the blink of an eye, the Inversed-Scales Spear appeared in his hand. His men and steeds were on high alert.
As if sensing that he was prepared, the sound of dragon steeds galloping could be heard from the surrounding forest. Charcoal immediately turned around. Riding on its back, Miao Yi raised his spear and looked around coldly.
The sound of hoofbeats stopped. He saw nine people emerge from the surrounding forest, each taking a side and surrounding him.
"Who are you? Dismount and surrender, and we'll spare your life! "A sinister-looking young man pointed his spear at him from the hillside.
The nine of them were on guard. Miao Yi was able to survive in the Sea of Constellations all by himself until now. Who would dare to underestimate him?
Miao Yi looked around at the brown robes beneath their armor. Judging from their uniform, it seemed like they were all from the same sect. They looked a little familiar, as though he had seen them somewhere before. After pondering for a moment, he remembered. It was the Glorious Cloud Sect! "Are you a disciple of the Glorious Cloud Sect?"
The nine of them looked at each other. The sinister-looking young man asked, "Who are you? Could he also be a cultivator from the Celestial Nation's First Road? "
Seeing that he was speaking on behalf of the others, Miao Yi guessed that he was the leader. He replied, "I am a cultivator of the Fifth Earthly Branch. I am a good friend of your esteemed sect's Hall Keeper Deacon Liu."
Back then, when Zhang Xuan was heading to the Glorious Cloud Sect to look for news regarding his third brother, he had once spoken to Attendant Liu. As such, they could be considered to have met once. Zhang Xuan only knew that the other party's surname was Liu, but he did not know his full name. Now that Zhang Xuan had no idea what kind of background the other party had, it was clear that the other party had survived the Subjugation Crusade with just nine people. Thus, Zhang Xuan didn't dare to act rashly. He could only try to befriend them first.
Seeing that Zhang Xuan knew who the Hall Keeper Elder of the Glorious Cloud Sect was, the nine of them relaxed slightly. However, they didn't dare to let go of their hostility. The Glorious Cloud Sect was huge and had many members. It wouldn't be strange for outsiders to know who the Glorious Cloud Sect was.
"So you are a friend of Attendant Liu!" The young man in the lead was a little more polite. He cupped his fists and said, "I am Song Zeming. May I ask —"
Before he could finish his sentence. Suddenly, a loud roar came from one of the hills, "Die!"
Miao Yi quickly turned around and saw a muscular man with long hair and a dark red cape. He was dressed in battle armor and had a long saber in his hand.
That long saber was extremely rare. At the very least, Miao Yi had never seen such a large saber before. The blade itself was two meters long and half a meter wide. The hilt was only half a meter long, and the entire saber was larger than a person.
When Miao Yi saw who it was, he exclaimed, "Big Brother Yan?"
It was none other than Yan Beihong.
However, Yan Beihong seemed to have turned his back on Miao Yi. With a dark expression, he charged forward on his steed and swung his saber at Miao Yi.
Miao Yi was startled. Charcoal quickly turned around and thrust the Inversed-Scales Spear forward. Clang! With a loud clang, the spearhead slid along the saber and swept towards Yan Beihong's wrist.
Yan Beihong swung his saber sideways, then swung it down again, aiming for Miao Yi's shoulder.
Miao Yi was also irritated by Yan Beihong's aggressiveness. Without any hesitation, he circled back and thrust his spear forward like a dragon, engaging Yan Beihong in a fierce battle.
The nine spectating cultivators were a little surprised. From the way Miao Yi addressed Yan Beihong as Big Brother Yan, they could tell that the two of them knew each other. Moreover, their relationship wasn't ordinary either. Otherwise, Miao Yi wouldn't have addressed him as' Big Brother '. However, they were now fighting to the death. What was going on?
Below them, the two steeds would sometimes charge at each other, and sometimes they would gallop side by side, attacking with their spears and sabers.
Miao Yi's spear art was unparalleled. His steed was fast, and so was his spear. The unstoppable aura he exuded seemed capable of destroying everything in its path.
Yan Beihong's large saber was also ferocious. Even though the saber was ridiculously large, it was like a raging wave in his hand. It carried a domineering aura that could destroy the heavens and earth.
The battle between the two of them truly felt like they were evenly matched. They fought to their heart's content, and the nine spectating cultivators couldn't help but feel astonished.
This was the first time the nine of them had witnessed such an exquisite and peerless combat prowess. They had all witnessed Yan Beihong's saber art before, but they never imagined that someone would once again push Yan Beihong's saber art to a whole new level.
Yan Beihong looked at Miao Yi with a hint of astonishment in his eyes. He never thought that Miao Yi would be this capable. The saber art he had always been so proud of was actually unable to suppress Miao Yi.
Miao Yi was also secretly surprised. Ever since he started cultivating, there were very few people who could last more than three moves against him in terms of combat prowess. He didn't expect Yan Beihong to be able to last more than a hundred moves against him without losing.
Miao Yi was instantly excited. He had finally found an opponent that could force him to go all out. He wanted to see just how many moves Yan Beihong could take from him.
The speed at which the Inversed-Scales Spear struck out became faster and faster. Accompanied by the incessant draconic roars of the spear, Miao Yi seized every opportunity to strike. His attacks were ruthless, steady, and accurate.
The nine spectating cultivators were instantly mesmerized by the sight.
On the other hand, Yan Beihong's eyes were filled with shock. The saber in his hand was a mess. After using all his strength to block a dozen moves, he was suddenly left with only the ability to parry. He was forced into a fluster, and in the blink of an eye, he was struck multiple times by the spear. If it weren't for the protection of his armor artifact, he would have long since been killed by Miao Yi.
Stabbing his horse, slicing his throat, and stabbing his wrist. Seeing that the sharp spear couldn't penetrate Yan Beihong's armor artifact, Miao Yi immediately aimed for his ribs.
Yan Beihong immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He never thought that the young boy who needed his protection all those years ago would actually grow to such a powerful level. If it weren't for the fact that his saber blade was large enough to cover a large enough area of defense, his mount would have already met its end.
Yan Beihong felt that his cultivation had already risen quickly enough, yet Miao Yi actually dared to clash head-on with him. Didn't that mean that this kid's cultivation had also reached the Blue Lotus realm?
However, he was clearly a veteran of slaughter. He quickly discovered Miao Yi's weakness. The weakness was in Miao Yi's spear. The speed at which Miao Yi struck with his spear was simply too fast and fierce. Yan Beihong had no idea how Miao Yi had trained to such a level. That was why he had to suppress Miao Yi's spear aura in order to have any hope of winning. And the sharp triangular barb on Miao Yi's spearhead was his weakness.
Seeing that Miao Yi was about to slice his throat with his spear again, Yan Beihong parried with the saber in his hand. Then, he suddenly turned his body sideways and sent his saber forward. The saber slid along the body of the spear, and instantly caught the triangular barb on Miao Yi's spearhead.
'Success! ' The corner of Yan Beihong's lips curled into a sinister smile. Just as he was about to grab hold of the spear shaft, the Inversed-Scales Spear suddenly let out a 'kacha'. The triangular barb suddenly flipped up, and the saber slipped past it. His plan to catch the spearhead was instantly foiled, and he was caught off guard.
Yan Beihong was shocked. Miao Yi had already retracted the Inversed-Scales Spear and was now aiming for his neck. Yan Beihong hurriedly raised his arm. 'Clang!' Miao Yi used the armor on his arm to block the attack.
As he passed by Yan Beihong, Miao Yi turned around and struck out with his spear. The tip of the spear flipped over and coiled around Yan Beihong's dark-red cloak. As soon as the cloak was ripped off, it was instantly torn into pieces like red butterflies. At the same time, the tip of the spear lightly grazed the butt of Yan Beihong's mount, leaving a bloody wound. However, Miao Yi didn't go for the kill.
After the two of them separated from each other, they stopped a few dozen meters apart. Yan Beihong didn't rush over again. He knew that Miao Yi had already gone easy on him. He had already lost.
"Yan Beihong. What is the meaning of this?" Miao Yi pointed his spear at Yan Beihong and shouted.
It would have been better if Miao Yi hadn't mentioned it. The moment he did, Yan Beihong was immediately enraged. Brandishing his saber, he pointed at Miao Yi and said, "I treated you like a brother and entrusted Hong Xiu and Hong Fu to you. Why did you come all the way to the Sea of Constellations?"
Miao Yi was taken aback. 'So it's because of this. I was wondering why Yan Beihong would suddenly come all the way here to fight me.' Miao Yi replied angrily, "Do you think I wanted to come to this godforsaken place?"
Yan Beihong was taken aback. But when he thought about it, he realized that Miao Yi was right. Who would be willing to come all the way here if it was possible? He was truly confused by the sudden appearance of this guy.
He knew he was in the wrong, but he still didn't let Miao Yi off the hook. "If anything happens to Hong Xiu and Hong Fu, see if I'll forgive you or not!"
Miao Yi replied, "Don't worry. I have my own arrangements. If we don't make it back alive, someone will naturally take them to a safe place."
"That's more like it. Otherwise, I'll cut you down with my saber!" Yan Beihong scoffed and sheathed his saber. Then, he cupped his fists towards Song Zeming and said, "Senior Uncle Song, Miao Yi is my little brother. You've all seen what he's capable of just now. We are in need of manpower right now. Please take him in!"
Yan Beihong looked much older than Song Zeming, yet he still had to address him as Senior Uncle. However, in the cultivation realm, one couldn't judge one's age by appearance alone. Not to mention, there was still the issue of seniority.
Song Zeming pondered for a moment, but soon smiled and said, "Since you're one of us, then let's go together. We can look after each other at least." He then waved his hand at the others and said, "Since you're one of us, you can all go back."
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