“I’m Li Feiyu.”
Lin Ci said, “My cultivation… is mid Foundation Establishment Realm.”
“Li Feiyu?”
Ruan Huoying’s face showed suspicion. Was there such a person in the sect? For a moment, she couldn’t quite recall.
But then she thought again.
Within the Great Void Sect, there were at least several hundred Foundation Establishment disciples, if not a thousand, so it was understandable not to recognize everyone.
Wait, Foundation Establishment Realm?
“You’re only at Foundation Establishment, so why are you taking on a Golden Core Stage mission?”
Lin Ci snorted, crossing his arms steadily, answering like a carefree expert:
“So what? Why can’t I challenge myself? I’m best at fighting beyond my realm.”
“Huh? Sounds like bragging… Yueyue, what do you think?”
Buliuguyue nodded approvingly, smiling slightly:
“I actually agree with Feiyu brother. Great Void disciples should have the courage to strive forward.”
“Little Yue understands me best.”
Lin Ci clasped his fists.
Wait, Little Yue is someone you can call that casually?
Ruan Huoying gave a look like an old man on the subway staring at his phone.
Although Yueyue had said it was okay to call her by name, anyone with a bit of social awareness would know that was just polite.
But you really are not polite at all, even adding ‘Little’ before her name?
Looking at Buliuguyue’s bright smile, there wasn’t a hint of awkwardness…
“Sigh… whatever, just don’t hold us back.”
Ruan Huoying was completely helpless. “Listen carefully. If any danger arises, you step back. Don’t foolishly rush in. If you can’t win, it’ll drag down Yueyue and me to come save you.”
“Of course.”
Lin Ci said matter-of-factly, “Like I said before, the demonic cultivators are targeting the Chief Disciple. It has nothing to do with me. Don’t worry, I won’t interfere.”
Ruan Huoying was so annoyed she wanted to find a Spirit Boat and crash it into herself.
This Li Feiyu, despite her sincere warning, was so oblivious.
Sure enough, you can’t communicate with him using normal logic.
“I’m done talking to you. Yueyue, let’s go!”
“Feiyu brother, can we depart now?” Buliuguyue asked Lin Ci.
“Of course, the sooner the better.”
Lin Ci replied.
Ruan Huoying stuck out her tongue at him, then linked arms with Buliuguyue. The three walked toward the Hall of Merit’s Spirit Boat distribution area—two in front, one behind.
After showing the mission’s yellow slip to the duty disciple, the disciple went inside and came out with a palm-sized boat-shaped treasure.
Is this the Spirit Boat…
Lin Ci glanced at the treasure.
The Hall of Merit disciple briefly explained the precautions for using the Spirit Boat, then handed it over to Ruan Huoying holding the yellow slip.
Outside the Hall of Merit, the three reached an open space. Ruan Huoying tossed the Spirit Boat onto the ground.
The little wooden boat quickly expanded in size and, upon landing, had transformed into a flatboat about five meters long and two meters wide—like a large cargo vehicle.
Lin Ci didn’t show his surprise but was the first to step on and place his foot on the pedal.
Seeing this, Ruan Huoying curled her lips in complaint. This guy really doesn’t understand modesty at all.
Buliuguyue was the second to board.
As she reached for the pedal,
a sword scabbard was handed down from above:
“Grab it, I’ll pull you up.”
“Hehe… thanks.”
Buliuguyue smiled, her delicate hand grasping the sword scabbard, easily using the leverage to get onto the boat.
Huh… could it be that I misjudged him?
Ruan Huoying was momentarily stunned. So Li Feiyu got on first to help pull them up.
And he used a sword scabbard—this detail showed he had good manners, not some ulterior motive for physical contact.
If it were another male disciple, given this chance, they’d be eager to grab her hand.
But Li Feiyu’s behavior was very comfortable, not awkward at all.
At this moment, Ruan Huoying’s impression of him improved somewhat.
Only…
“What are you staring at? Get on already!”
No sign he wanted to pull me up.
“Hmph!”
Sure enough, very annoying…
Ruan Huoying bit her lip in anger, pushed off hard with her foot, and leapt onto the Spirit Boat, the floor reverberating under her feet.
“Such a big temper, who pissed you off?”
Lin Ci said disdainfully.
Really an emotionally unstable woman—makes me worry for her future partner.
Buliuguyue just smiled:
“Feiyu brother, don’t tease our little Ying. Little Ying, sit down properly. We’re about to depart.”
Among the three, she had the highest cultivation and naturally took on steering the boat.
With a flick of her verdant fingers, the Spirit Boat floated up smoothly without any wind.
After rising to a certain height, it shot westward at incredible speed.
The land below flickered past. The vast Great Void Mountain Sect shrank to a tiny black dot in the blink of an eye.
Lin Ci sat on the Spirit Boat, feeling the speed.
So this is how fast a Golden Core Stage cultivator can ride a sword…
He formed a mental image.
Meanwhile, just as the three left the sect,
in a corner of the Hall of Merit, a seemingly inconspicuous disciple stared in their direction, then slipped into an empty area and secretly took out a Transmission Talisman:
“Reporting to Captain, Great Void Sect’s Chief Disciple, Buliuguyue, has boarded the Spirit Boat and departed westward…”
“Yes, she is late Golden Core Stage…”
“There are two others, one mid Golden Core, and the other unknown…”
“What? You’re saying the Jiedan Elder will personally intervene?!”
“Of course, now it’s absolutely foolproof!”
The Transmission Talisman shattered after use.
The disciple’s face lit up with joy!
Three years, undercover for three years!
Do you know how I survived these three years?
This time, I’m finally going to make big money!
The Spirit Boat flew steadily. Once the destination was set, hardly any attention was needed.
Thus, the cultivators onboard could meditate and recuperate, chat, or casually talk.
But Lin Ci showed no interest in chatting.
He sat calmly at the rear, closing his eyes to circulate his breath, clearly separated from the two in front.
Buliuguyue and Ruan Huoying kept talking, occasionally teasing and playing around, but kept their voices low, not disturbing Lin Ci.
They flew like this for several hours.
Until…
Ruan Huoying suddenly said the words “Chief Disciple Lin.”
Lin Ci was startled.
He lifted his gaze above the brim of his hat and looked forward.
But he saw the two were not looking at him.
Realizing his identity was not exposed, Lin Ci felt somewhat relieved.
Apparently, they just happened to mention him in casual conversation.
“Why, you know Chief Disciple Lin too?”
Ruan Huoying’s voice came again. She seemed to notice Lin Ci’s brief pause in breathing.
Lin Ci replied:
“Of course. The sect’s Chief Disciple, the greatest sword genius, Chief Disciple Lin. Handsome and of good character. How could I not know him?”
“Handsome?”
Ruan Huoying seized the keyword and instantly got excited,
“You’ve met Chief Disciple Lin?”
“He is the most mysterious Chief Disciple, never appearing publicly. How did you meet him?”