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Chapter 117: Wanyu, Flying Immortal, Daqian

Chapter 117: Chapter 117: Wanyu, Flying Immortal, Daqian

Xiang Feifei had also gotten up early, one moment offering Wang Zijia this, the other asking if that could be used, or whether it needed to be brought along.

However, this fifteen-year-old, gradually spending more time with Wang Zijia, evolved much like a mother hen, fussing tirelessly, especially these past two days.

Wang Zijia wasn’t bothered, responding patiently.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced the deep darkness of dawn, casting light and warmth upon the earth, it woke the slumbering Sect.

"Ding!"

At this moment, Wang Zijia’s identity card gave a timely alert to assemble at the Secular Courtyard’s Outer Sect Headquarters.

"Well, I’m off!" Wang Zijia stood on the Paper Kite, looking down at the five girls below.

The five girls, including the three toddlers, were now looking worriedly at Wang Zijia. Bai Qian and Xiang Feifei were blatantly staring at Wang Zijia, their small fists clenched tightly.

"Run if you encounter demons, burrow into crowds if things look strange, if it gets too dangerous hide somewhere, and only come out when time’s up."

"We can slowly figure out the issue with the spiritual object, you are still young. Don’t recklessly battle with demons for the sake of a spiritual object. Apart from being careful of demons, you must be more wary of people, whether they are of the same Sect or not."

In the courtyard, Xiang Feifei was giving her final reminder.

"Yes! I know. Now I must go or I’ll be late!" Wang Zijia spoke as he steered the Paper Kite towards the mountain range in the sect’s core area.

The five people at the Biyi Court, watched as Wang Zijia disappeared beyond the horizon, remaining in a daze for a long time.

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The headquarters of the twelve Courtyards were all on the originally Inner Door Seven Peaks, but after the Outer Sect had become Ten-Thousand Veins, the twelve Courtyards established a headquarters at the foot of the mountains, next to the Inner Sect Protective Barrier, encircling the Inner Door Seven Peaks.

This served as the center of the entire Daoist Construction Community, dealing with core matters and forming a vast complex of buildings, protecting the Inner Door Seven Peaks.

Further out, were the building communities established by the peak principal veins of each Courtyard, continuously spreading outwards, making up hundreds and thousands of varied building communities that now compose the entire extent of the Wanyu Sect.

Wang Zijia, guided by the array, arrived at the largest square of the Secular Courtyard.

At this dawn moment, the golden-red rays of sunlight shone down, wrapping the entire square in a veil of rosy clouds. Countless Paper Kites and magic tools were rising and falling, while the scene was somewhat chaotic, the Immortal aura was still strong, carrying a hint of worldly hustle and bustle.

Wang Zijia glanced around in the air for a moment and found that there were three teams gathering on the square, making preparations before departure.

Guided by the task instructions, Wang Zijia joined one of the teams.

He didn’t arrive particularly early, the crowd had already gathered to several hundred people, almost all peak children with taught aura, clearly experienced and knowledgeable.

Those like Wang Zijia with visible intermediate cultivation were not many, attracting more attention.

The crowd was disorganized, with some clustering in small talk, some forming a larger circle to chat, while others were, like Wang Zijia, standing alone by the side.

During this time, a task group from the side, led by an early-arriving martial uncle, departed after a short while with a large group of disciples.

When the sun had completely risen above the horizon, three sacrificial wine martial uncles landed on a giant cloud before the crowd where Wang Zijia was.

The crowd’s discussion gradually quieted down, one of the three leading was a woman with preserved charm, in a light muslin white robe, full of immortal aura, a look of pride, a body incapable of hiding her charm, giving people a matured feeling.

"Now that everyone’s here, let’s set off!" The woman did not bother with small talk but asked everyone to start off with a cool tone that contrasted with her personality.

"As the disciple commands!" Everyone bowed in unison.

Soon thereafter, the few disciples amongst the peak children started boarding the cloud. In less than a quarter of an hour, everyone had embarked.

The cloud was huge, even with thousands of disciples on it, it didn’t feel crowded. It was a bit simple though, a bare cloud, with nothing on it.

"Depart!"

After a moment, the lady commanded and the white cloud was first enveloped in a rich spiritual light, a light shield covered everyone on the cloud, followed by the cloud rising and rapidly accelerating.

"Whoosh!"

With a sound of breaking air, the white cloud transformed into a beam of streaming light and shot up into the sky, disappearing into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

Sitting at the edge of the cloud, looking at an acceleration and speed more excessive than planes from his previous life, yet feeling no overload on his body, Wang Zijia wouldn’t even be sure if he were flying if not for the quick movement of the surrounding clouds.

Clearly, this white cloud vessel looked simple but was much more than the Sect’s standard paper kite.

Looking downwards, the Wanyu Sect had already grown very small in just a while.

At this time, Wang Zijia’s eyes unfocused for a moment, before coming back to himself.

Inside the Sect, Du Kang revisited the Chaotic Sea of Knowledge, seeing a new task.

"I hope you won’t disappoint me," Wang Zijia looked at the Sect below that was gradually dwindling, with these words at the bottom of his heart.

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Because the cloud was simple and although spacious, it did not have private space, Wang Zijia chose to enter a tranquil state.

According to the information, the flight wouldn’t take long.

After flying for about an hour, Wang Zijia heard a commotion, and upon opening his eyes found the disciples looking in the front right direction.

Following their gaze, Wang Zijia saw a giant vessel that looked like an ancient tower ship entering his field of vision, not far in front of them.

The ship was not smaller than their cloud, cast in a bronze hue, classic style, flying in the void.

Above it hung a large banner, with a giant ’Da’ character on it.

At this time, the cloud below sped up, caught up with the tower ship up front and went side by side.

At the front of the ship, at the tip of the deck, three great cultivators stood, two in official attire, with the leader in a green scholarly robe.

The three exchanged looks with the three martial uncles in front of the cloud, nodding in greeting to each other and then continued to fly side by side.

Before the disciples could draw their gazes away, a streak of streaming light rapidly approached from the right of the cloud. Upon reaching their vicinity, Wang Zijia saw it was a giant carriage, or rather, a peculiar palace.

Pulled by two strange horned monsters, with bodies covered in red scales and fire beneath their feet, it kept pace with their cloud.

Looking at the tower ship and the carriage palace to the left and right, Wang Zijia remembered the foundational knowledge he learned in the past half a year.

The tower ship must have come from the Daqian Dynasty, and the carriage from the Flying Immortal Sect, which were both powers on the same level as the Wanyu Sect.