Acai's Sky

Chapter 576 Midu Immortal Realm 29

On the outskirts of the misty Fairy Island, with a subtle but clearly audible vibration, the flying shuttle slowly landed on the solid ground like a light feather.

Ah Cai jumped off the aircraft almost instantly. Her heart and lungs, which had been squeezed by the high speed and tension for a long time, were now greedily devouring the surrounding spiritual energy as rich as fine wine.

It was like the long-dry earth finally received a downpour, and the whole person gradually woke up from that trance.

This world of extreme speed was too exciting and dangerous for her, completely beyond her ability to bear.

And at this moment, when she put her feet on the ground and felt the solid support from the earth, the huge rock that had been hanging in her heart finally fell firmly to the ground.

Wu Xinghe, who was standing aside, stared at the "Flying Shuttle" in Acai's hand, which had shrunk to the size of a palm, with his eyes as if attracted by a magnet, his face full of uncontrollable curiosity.

He was just about to move forward and take a closer look at this miraculous flying machine when he suddenly heard a deafening roar: "Evil disciple!"

This sound was like a bolt from the blue, instantly exploding in Wu Xinghe's ears, causing him to tremble involuntarily, as if he was hit by an invisible force, and he straightened his back reflexively.

He didn't need to look back to know that the owner of the roar was his master who had a hot temper and was easily irritated.

So, he could only stand there obediently, with his head down, like a kitten that had made a mistake, quietly waiting for the coming storm of scolding and teaching.

At the same time, A Cai also looked in the direction of the voice, and saw a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe and with a strong figure walking towards them with big strides.

This man, nicknamed "Sword Madman" by everyone, if he holds a folding fan in his hand and ignores his unrestrained expression and tone, he does have a bit of elegance just from the outside, even enough to pass himself off as a Confucian gentleman.

However, the moment he opened his mouth to speak, the elegant image he had created instantly collapsed without a trace.

His words were filled with disdain and dissatisfaction as he asked his daughter and his disciples:

"You little bastards, you're really quick to run! You've made me wait here for two whole days! We have to settle this score and see how you're going to end this!"

When he was at the Hedao stage, he could tear the sky apart with his bare hands, shrink the earth from the void to a foot, and reach the sky above the Xianling Island in a few moments.

Hearing this, everyone couldn't help but shrink their necks. No one dared to speak easily, for fear of accidentally attracting the master's anger.

At this moment, Feng Jinghong (also known as the "Sword Madman") snorted coldly, then turned his head to the side in a very arrogant manner, looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle.

He looked just like a child having a bad temper, as if he was waiting for his apprentice to come and cheer him up.

When Feng Xingtong, who was as clever as a monkey, saw this, he immediately ran to his father like a happy puppy.

She was holding a wine gourd filled with fine wine in each hand, with a flattering smile on her face, and she flashed in front of Feng Jinghong.

Then, she handed over the wine gourd with great hospitality, muttering to herself, "Dad, don't be angry. I've brought you the finest wine. I guarantee you'll be satisfied..."

Seeing this, several disciples including the eldest sister Feng Xingluo followed suit and each offered two gourds of fine wine.

Feng Jinghong pulled out the cork of the wine gourd, and a rich aroma of wine wafted out instantly.

He took a swig and felt refreshed. "Wow, this is some good stuff! It must be thousands of years old, right?"

After saying that, he quickly sat down and began to refine the spiritual energy in the wine.

In a moment, he opened his eyes and said to his disciples with a serious face, "You can only drink a small sip of this wine at a time. You can't digest it if you drink too much. Don't guzzle it like I did just now!"

Seeing this, You Xingkong winked at Wu Xinghe and hinted, "Where's the extra wine you took? Isn't it for Master? Why don't you take it out?"

Wu Xinghe placed his index finger on his lips in a silent gesture, his eyebrows raised, meaning, "You fool, this wine is for Master next time. Maybe we can avoid punishment a few more times! Steady progress is the key, okay?"

Since Senior Sister Feng and the others often worked together on missions, when she saw the expressions on the faces of her second and fourth junior brothers, she immediately understood what they meant.

Feng Jinghong felt extremely annoyed when he saw his evil disciples making faces at him.

He felt that none of these apprentices cared about their master, they were all a bunch of bastards!

He turned around to look for his employer, wanting to give him some more instructions.

My goodness, his employer was squatting on the side, eating melon seeds and watching them making a fuss!

He walked up to Ah Cai's eyes as if nothing had happened, "Uh-huh, cough cough..."

Ah Cai put away the melon seeds and quickly got up, looking at the "Sword Crazy" with a smile, meaning, what's the matter?

The sword madman was seen walking back and forth in front of Acai for several rounds with his hands behind his back, as if he was thinking about something important.

"Well, I'm too lazy to ask where your subordinates are hiding! Our Wuji Sword Sect's patrol law enforcement team has already set out. As soon as they show up, we will immediately begin to fulfill the agreement!"

As Sword Crazy spoke, he stared at Acai with sharp eyes.

At this time, Ah Cai nodded repeatedly like a happy little chick, and her heart was filled with joy.

She thought to herself, "Hey, it looks like this plan is going quite smoothly!"

At the same time, Feng Jinghong gathered his disciples around him and handed each of them a mysterious map.

"My fellow disciples, these six pictures all depict parts of the ancient secret realm. You can choose to explore according to your preferences. If you are not very interested in these areas, you can go on an adventure to other places on your own!" Feng Jinghong said with a smile.

Senior Sister Feng Xingluo took the map and examined it carefully for a moment. Then she looked up and asked doubtfully, "Master, according to what you said, are these the only six areas that have been explored? Are the other areas still full of unknowns for us?"

Hearing his disciple's question, Feng Jinghong, the crazy swordsman, nodded slightly to show his agreement.

He said slowly, "Indeed, this ancient secret realm is quite peculiar. Every time it opens for a thousand years, only one unknown area is opened. As for the rest, they have all been explored by many cultivators since the last opening."

After saying that, Feng Jinghong waved his sleeves lightly, a ray of light flashed, and an exquisite two-story courtyard house instantly appeared in front of everyone.

There was a spacious training ground in front of the courtyard, and a different world in the back. Not only was there a lush vegetable garden, but there was also a medicine garden planted with various rare spiritual herbs, and a spiritual fruit garden laden with abundant fruits...

Several people went in and found a room to stay in, waiting for people from all the sects to arrive.

...

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

During this period, various sects took action, organized large-scale and numerous teams, and marched towards the Fairy Island in a mighty manner.

Now, the nearly 100-person team sent by each sect has basically successfully arrived at this fairy island.

With the spacious courtyard where the "Sword Madman" lives as the core area, the surrounding land is covered with colorful tents of various shapes and various exquisite and ingenious portable homes.

These temporary residences are scattered in an orderly manner, creating a bustling scene.

Curious Ah Cai couldn't help but stretch his neck, widen his eyes and look outside, wanting to get a glimpse of what the other sects looked like.

Seeing this, Senior Sister Feng Xingluo, who was standing beside her, smiled and began to introduce her:

"Look at those cultivators selling pills over there. Those among them wearing robes as white as snow are all alchemy cultivators from the Divine Doctor Valley.

Those dressed in gray are the masters and disciples of the Yudan Sect. Both of these sects have extremely high attainments and reputations in the field of alchemy!

At the same time, Feng Xingtong pointed at the cultivators who were selling formations at another stall not far away and said:

"Look over there! That's the renowned Five Elements Formation Sect, and the neighboring Lingxiao Formation Sect... Their formations are truly unique, with endless variations and astonishing power!"

Immediately afterwards, Wu Xinghe's attention quickly shifted to a stall selling talismans not far away.

He extended his finger, carefully pointing to the stall for Ah Cai to see, and explained softly:

"Look over there, the cultivators on that stall are all from the renowned Zi Yan Sect! And look right next to it, they are disciples from the Fu Sect.

You know, these two major sects are very ingenious and unique in making and using talismans!

The talismans they refine are not only of various types and with different effects, but also of high quality and astonishing power. It is truly amazing and makes people marvel and praise them endlessly!"

At the same time, You Xingkong was not idle either. He raised his arm and pointed at the group of monks with long swords on their backs.

At this time, these monks were sitting cross-legged quietly on the ground, seemingly having no interest in the dazzling array of goods around them, and did not make any move to buy anything.

I only heard You Xingkong slowly say: "Did you see those guys?

They are all from the Sword Sect.

In our vast world of cultivating immortals, there are more than a dozen sword sects of all sizes like this!

Each sword sect has its own unique sword tradition and training methods."

At this time, Long Xingchen, who had been silent all the time, suddenly spoke.

He pointed to the nearly one hundred sword cultivators who were also sitting cross-legged near his master, and introduced them with a hint of pride:

"These are all our fellow disciples from other peaks of the Wuji Sword Sect!

Don't look at them being quiet now, but once they start fighting, they are all masters with superb swordsmanship and extraordinary skills!"

Just as everyone was talking, Senior Sister Feng came over and interrupted.

She smiled and pointed at a group of monks and nuns in revealing clothing, her voice cold:

"Look at those guys dressed up in fancy clothes. They come from Hanhua Valley, Youmeng Island, Baihua Valley, Xuanyue Valley and other places.

Most of the monks in these sects are good at using their beauty to seduce people or casting some strange charm spells."

Finally, Senior Sister Feng raised her hand and pointed to the group of monks in the back, who were wearing black uniform-style robes, and solemnly introduced them:

"Look, those people in the black robes behind are none other than our Wuji Sword Sect's law enforcement team! The leader will come find you shortly!"