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Chapter 1367: Refusing Kindness, Sending You on Your Way!

Chapter 1367: Chapter 1367: Refusing Kindness, Sending You on Your Way!

The Lightning Eagle flapped its enormous wings, soaring through the sky like a bolt of lightning.

It was the first time that Carson Flores had ever ridden such a grand method of transportation. He couldn’t help but marvel, truly befitting the Immortal Realm; this mode of travel was much more savage and cooler than a Flying Boat.

Ashley Reid sat cross-legged on the eagle’s back, curiously sizing up Carson Flores with her gaze.

So young, yet he already obtained the Heavenly Sword Inheritance?

It’s said he even comes from the Lower Realm?

Carson Flores noticed Ashley Reid’s inquisitive look and chuckled, "It’s my first time riding such a giant eagle, the novelty is inevitable. I’m not worldly, and for that, I am a laughingstock!"

Ashley Reid hastily clasped her hands in salute, respectfully responding, "Sect Uncle-Master Ancestor, you are too modest. If there’s anything you need to know or any matter you need assistance with, please command at will."

Carson Flores felt his mood become somewhat complex. Having a higher generational status seemed convenient, but being too high up had its downsides. At least, these First-generation Disciples and Second Generation Disciples, no matter what they thought of him, wouldn’t dare be frivolous in his presence.

Initially, Carson Flores thought to while away the boring journey with some conversation, but upon seeing Ashley Reid’s demeanor, he immediately dismissed the idea.

Forget it, I’ll just meditate.

Sect Uncle-Master Ancestor, Grand Uncle-Master Ancestor... A high place is exceedingly cold indeed.

Ten days later, the Lightning Eagle arrived at the Full Moon Illusionary Realm.

Outside the Full Moon Illusionary Realm, several Sects had already arrived early. The area beneath the massive mountain was bustling.

Stationed here to guard was Sage Tate of the White Crane trails, possessing the might of a True Immortal Peak, an undisputed powerhouse of the Immortal Domains.

After viewing the message in the Jade Slip left by Sect Master Lance Matthews, Sage Tate offered a salute with the demeanor of a junior to Carson Flores.

"Sage Tate pays his respects to Junior Sect Uncle!"

Carson Flores felt a bit awkward. This figure was a bona fide True Immortal at the pinnacle, originally the prominent figure overseeing this location, yet now he was saluting Carson with utmost respect.

Fortunately, having experienced salutations from Sect Master and other major figures, Carson was now somewhat more composed. After all, the Sect Master had a point; age is age, and generational ranking is generational ranking.

In the Mortal Realm, aren’t there people in their 50s and 60s who show respect to children who are of higher generational status than themselves?

With that thought, he felt much more at ease.

"Almost all the Sects that wish to participate have gathered. Junior Sect Uncle, when exploring such a world, aside from being cautious of the powerful Demonic Beasts within, one must also be wary of other Sects. Once that gate is entered, all Sects become adversaries. It’s common to fight over Spiritual Medicines and treasures; life or death is in your hands, and furthermore, Sects won’t pursue post-event conflicts that occur inside."

Life and death are determined by fate, wealth, and honor are from heaven!

In a small world, to die is to die in vain!

"I understand," Carson Flores said.

Sage Tate clasped his hands, "Everything is entrusted to Junior Sect Uncle."

With all the Sects assembled, thousands of people from over ten Sects gathered together, their looks filled with tension and anticipation.

"Enter!"

Carson Flores and Ashley Reid were the first to step into the gateway, and with a blur before their eyes, they had already entered the Full Moon Illusionary Realm.

After all three hundred of the Sect’s Disciples had entered, the crowd chose an unoccupied direction to move forward.

The Full Moon Illusionary Realm’s currently surveyed area was very small; all other directions were unknown, and the exploration entirely depended on luck.

The party of three hundred swiftly split into several small teams, spreading out fan-shaped into the distance. After all, it was impossible for a few hundred people to remain together—if there was any gain, whose would it be?

By splitting up, the search range widened, the probability of finding good items increased, and though the risk also rose, who doesn’t bear risk for the sake of benefits?

Carson Flores and Ashley Reid also separated. Although as Human Immortals, they were responsible for protecting the Sect’s Disciples, they would participate in the exploration themselves.

Who doesn’t wish to obtain treasures that could enhance their strength?

The more Misty Moon Peaches, the better!

If one were to cultivate in earnest, how long would it take to ascend one level?

Carson Flores, alone, pressed on forward.

Even in the Immortal Realm, the Ground Shrinking Technique remained a remarkable movement technique. With his strength enhanced once again, he stepped out, instantly covering a hundred miles.

As Carson Flores forged ahead, he found many treasure spots rich with Immortal Spirit Qi.

Half a day later, as Carson Flores had just slain a Demonic Beast as vast as a small hill and was preparing to collect his spoils of war, the magical treasure hanging on his waist, shaped like a bell, suddenly emitted a crisp sound.

"Ding!"

Carson Flores’s expression changed, and he immediately grabbed the Positioning Bell, infusing his Divine Sense. In an instant, he pinpointed the location of the team sending the distress signal.

Without bothering to collect his spoils, Carson Flores’s feet tread on the void, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

In just a few dozen breaths, Carson had covered a thousand miles.

In the dense forest, several Disciples of the White Cloud Immortal Sect were engaged in a bloody battle, being attacked by more than a dozen Disciples from the conglomerate Sect, with a middle-aged man standing behind these Disciples. He was Eduardo Randolph, a Human Immortal from their Sect.

In the surrounding attackers, the evil and fierce-looking Patrick Hartman laughed wildly while his Flying Sword descended like lightning, "Ignorant fools! Too stubborn to hand over the Firmiana Fruit willingly and daring to resist? You truly don’t know whether to live or die!"