At the core of the battlefield was the encampment of the second-grade sect, Pill Heart Sect. On a mountain peak at the back of the mountain, there was a protruding rock that resembled an eagle spreading its wings. It was called Eagle Flying Rock. A figure sat on the Eagle Flying Rock. He wore a white close-fitting robe embroidered with red clouds. It outlined his tall and sturdy figure. He had a head of snow-white hair and looked to be in his thirties. However, his eyes were filled with vicissitudes.
He sat on the Flying Eagle Rock with one leg bent and the other hanging in the air. There was a wine gourd beside him.
Looking at the setting sun, he narrowed his eyes slightly and reached out to grab the wine gourd beside him. He raised his head and drank, but there was no more wine in the gourd. He only drank in loneliness.
The white-haired young man shook the gourd and sighed.
At this moment, his eyes lit up as he looked at a streak of light flying over from below. He chuckled. "The wine is here!" He waved at the streak of light.
After a short while, the streak of light landed beside him, revealing a delicate and cute girl.
The girl had an exquisite figure and wore a green dress. Her beautiful hair was tied into two ponytails. As soon as she appeared, she smiled at the young man. The dimples at the corner of her mouth were very beautiful.
"Senior Brother!" the girl called out crisply.
"What Senior Brother!" The young man glared. "Call me Martial Uncle!"
"Oh?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him. A sly light flashed in her beautiful eyes. "Are you sure?"
The young man said seriously, "Seniority is not to be confused. Your father is my Senior Brother, so of course you have to call me Martial Uncle."
The girl put her hands behind her back and stepped on the air, pretending to leave. She looked at the young man from the corner of her eyes. "Then think carefully. Only Senior Brother will have wine to drink. As for Martial Uncle … you can go wherever you want."
"Junior Sister Chan Er, you're so naughty!" the young man reprimanded seriously.
Only then did the young girl called Chan 'er let out a pfft and retracted her foot. She then took out several jars of wine from her storage pouch. The young man hurriedly opened one of the jars and sniffed the aroma.
He grabbed the wine jar and drank a few mouthfuls. He burped in satisfaction and asked casually, "Where did you get this wine? It's a little old. "
The young girl poured the wine she brought into the young man's wine gourd and casually said, "My mother buried this wine in the Jade Bamboo Forest."
The young man was stunned and looked at Chan 'er in a daze. "This isn't your dowry? You're too daring. If your mother finds out … "
Chan 'er giggled. "If you don't say it and I don't say it, how would my mother know?"
The young man looked at Chan 'er with a conflicted expression, then at his wine gourd. He tilted his head back and took a few more gulps. Who cares? He was used to being beaten since he was young. As long as he didn't leave the Spirit Stream Battlefield, that old witch wouldn't be able to do anything to him …
"Senior Apprentice Brother, when are you going to marry me?" Chan 'er sat in front of the young man and asked with a serious expression.
"Cough cough cough …" The young man coughed violently. He wiped his mouth and reprimanded the young girl, "What nonsense are you talking about? I'm your martial uncle! "
The young girl tilted her head and touched her red lips with her finger. "Thirty-two years ago, that night, you kissed …" She didn't look old, but in fact, she was good at maintaining her appearance. It was impossible to tell her true age from her appearance.
"Shut up!" The young man looked flustered and looked around with a guilty conscience. "If your mother hears this, do you think I'll be able to live? Moreover, I was still young at that time … "
She was only a few years old at that time. How could she remember it so clearly? He couldn't bear to look back on the past!
"Then I won't say it." Chan 'er looked at the young man with a smile. She even stretched out her hand and pulled at her lips, as if she was trying to sew them shut.
The young man immediately felt a headache coming on. After being together for so many years, he was very clear about the young girl's personality. The more she acted like this, the more likely it was that she had something important to say.
He sighed. "If you have something to say, just say it."
Chan 'er smiled. "Then I'll say it. You have to marry me!"
"Shut up!" The young man turned around decisively, leaving his back to the young girl.
"You don't want to hear about the Jade Blood Sect?" Chan 'er's voice sounded from behind him.
The young man turned around and his expression became serious. His mouth twitched a few times before he finally said in a hoarse voice, "Is it going to be dethroned? It's about time. "
Chan 'er shook her head, her large eyes turning into crescents. "The Jade Blood Sect might not be dethroned."
"What do you mean?" The young man frowned. After not accepting disciples for thirty years, the Jade Blood Sect was on the verge of being dethroned. In two months, the Sect's grade assessment would begin. This kind of assessment was not something that could be interfered with. His old man and his Senior Sister had held on for thirty years, but the Jade Blood Sect had slowly fallen from First Grade to Ninth Grade. This time, it would be impossible for it to retain its name.
"I heard that half a year ago, Old Man Tang accepted a disciple, but on the way back, he was attacked. Old Man Tang had no choice but to send him to the Spirit Stream Battlefield. Now, this little guy named Lu Yiye has reached the Fifth Order and is on his way to the Jade Blood Sect's station."
Before Chan 'er finished speaking, the young man stood up, his face filled with shock and disbelief. "The old man accepted a disciple?"
"It seems so!"
"Where did this news come from? Can you confirm it?"
"I don't know where it came from, but the news has spread and many people know about it."
"Spread?" The young man frowned and muttered, "Not good!"
Saying so, a layer of sword light wrapped around his body and he flew off.
"Remember to marry me!" Chan 'er shouted behind him, but there was no response. She just snorted lightly, "You're in such a hurry that you didn't even ask for my location."
Saying so, she sent a message to the young man, explaining the information she had in detail.
The next moment, a shout came from the front, "You're not allowed to leave the Sect without permission! Li Ba Xian, what are you trying to do? Aiya!"
As the voice shouted, it fell down, but no one knew what it had encountered.
On the Flying Eagle Stone, the girl named Chan 'er also stood up and muttered to herself, "Sacred Flame Sect, Golden Cloud Pavilion, Hundred Refinements Valley, which one should I go to? Forget it, I'm too lazy to think about it! "
Looking around to make sure there was no one around, she took off one of her embroidered shoes and threw it into the air. When she landed, she looked at the tip of the shoe and muttered, "This direction, Hundred Refinements Valley? Then let's go to Hundred Refinements Valley. "
Saying so, she raised her hand and threw out a handkerchief. The handkerchief immediately expanded in the wind and turned into a Spirit Artifact several metres in diameter. Chan 'er flew onto the handkerchief and flew off.
The voice from before quickly sounded again, "Senior Sister Yuechan, where are you going?"
"Dodge, dodge!" Chan 'er waved her hand without holding back.
"Aiyaya …" That voice continued to cry out as it continued to descend.
After a while, a figure crawled up from the ground with a dusty face. He looked in the direction the handkerchief had left in, as though he had lost his parents.
The guardian and deputy guardian had run away together. Ever since the establishment of the Pill Heart Sect, such a ridiculous thing had never happened before.
They were in deep trouble!
He hurriedly sent out a message, telling his fellow sect members to guard the various important locations. He even activated the defensive array to prevent enemies from taking the opportunity to invade. At the same time, he sent someone to inform the Nine Provinces of what had happened.
Two days later, at the Hundred Refinements Valley's encampment in the inner circle of the battlefield, the sect's defensive array was activated. The guardian who presided over the place looked at the woman in the sky with resentment, "Feng Yuechan, what are you doing!?"
However, he could only hide in the defensive array and shout. He did not dare to run out and provoke her.
There was no other reason. The woman flying in the sky was the top of the Spirit Stream List.
Moreover, she was a wily old fox who had occupied the top spot for more than a decade.
It was not that Feng Yuechan had a heaven-defying cultivation talent. She was not bad in terms of talent, but it was not enough for her to occupy the top spot for more than a decade.
The main reason was that this woman had been delaying her cultivation. More than a decade ago, she had opened 360 spirit apertures, and everyone thought that she would advance to the Cloud River Realm. However, more than a decade had passed, and she had not advanced.
More than a decade of consolidation in the Spirit Stream Realm had allowed her to possess Spirit Energy purer than ordinary people. That was not all, but the key point was that this woman was a Dharma Cultivator …
Without advancing her cultivation, she studied Dharma Techniques. As a result, this woman's strength grew stronger with each passing year. Ever since she occupied the top spot more than a decade ago, she had not moved down.
It was rumored that she was proficient in more than a hundred Dharma Techniques.
An ordinary Ninth Order Spirit Stream Realm Dharma Cultivator would at most grasp a dozen or two Dharma Techniques. They might only be proficient in a few Dharma Techniques. In comparison, this woman was terrifying.
Being stuck like this was not a good thing, especially for a cultivator like Feng Yuechan who was extremely talented. As she grew older, her potential would gradually decrease, and if she didn't advance, it would definitely affect her future achievements.
One had to know that people of her generation were basically all in the Cloud River Realm, and there were even a few who were already in the True Lake Realm.
Therefore, even though she had always occupied the top spot of the Spirit Stream List, there was no cultivator from any Sect who wanted to push her down. The price they had to pay was too high.
The Spirit Stream List was an extremely fair list. It was self-generated by the Spirit Stream Battlefield and was not arranged by humans. Therefore, even if a female cultivator from a Second Order Sect had always occupied the top spot, none of the cultivators from First Order Sects would question her strength.
Over the past decade, whenever the genius cultivators of the various Sects advanced to the Ninth Order Spirit Stream Realm, most of them would choose to do their best to break through and leave the Spirit Stream Battlefield. After all, it was not good to be powerless to resist being ridden on by a woman.
Just now, the cultivators of the Hundred Refinements Valley had a deep understanding of the strength of the person at the top of the list. After a few Dharma Techniques, the Defensive Array of the encampment actually hummed. One had to know that although the Hundred Refinements Valley was only a Fourth Order Sect, it had been a First Order Sect forty years ago.
Because too many of them had been killed by a certain Sect, they had fallen from First Order Sect to Fourth Order Sect. A centipede dies but does not fall down. The Hundred Refinements Valley still had a very strong foundation.
However, at this very moment, the encampment of a Sect was actually blocked by a single person. All of the cultivators of the Hundred Refinements Valley were hiding in the Defensive Array and trembling. It was obvious how powerful the person at the top of the Spirit Stream List was.
Facing the doubts of the people below, the young girl Feng Yuechan responded with a fireball the size of a house. Compared to Feng Yuechan's fireball technique, the difference between Dong Shuye's fireball technique and Feng Yuechan's was like the difference between a grandson and a grandfather.
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