Chapter 93: Smooth Winds for Four Months, But Trouble Rises—Three Cultivators Give Chase
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Heading all the way south.
Yu Xian had ample spirit stones, enough fasting pills, and an abundance of spirit water.
As for spirit beast pills, he had enough to last twelve months.
With his mount, the Cloud Heron, there was no need to search for other travel methods.
So Yu Xian didn’t stop for rest or resupply throughout the journey.
Whenever he saw a city, a rogue cultivator market, a clan territory, or small cultivation sects—whatever ‘this sect’ or ‘that temple’—he detoured around them and flew straight south.
The journey took him through thousands of mountains and rivers—for four full months.
After four months, he had already passed through the territory of the Yuan Sword Sect and entered the domain of the Xuantian Sect.
The Xuantian Sect, formally named the Xuantian Divine Sect, like how the Yuan Sword Sect was formally the Heavenly Yuan Sword Sect, had its name shortened for convenience.
Even the Feiyun Sect, where Yu Xian belonged, was formally known as the Flying Spirit Cloud Sect.
Among the six major sects of the Eastern Continent, the Xuantian Divine Sect was recognized as the leader.
It had the most Nascent Soul (Yuanying) experts, the most Golden Core (Jindan) elders, and the most Foundation Establishment (Zhuji) disciples!
Even during the annual Ascension Conferences, it had the highest number of Qi Condensation disciples in attendance.
Naturally, its territory was the largest and richest—controlling countless mines, resources, secret realms, and spiritual grounds.
Yet, even when stepping into this domain, Yu Xian’s speed remained the same.
He wasn’t here to interfere with anything—only to travel.
Flying high a thousand meters in the sky on his Cloud Heron, he stuck to the main aerial routes.
Every three hours, he’d let the Cloud Heron rest and meditate for one hour in secluded areas before continuing.
These four months were peaceful.
Although his cultivation hadn’t improved much, he made great progress in his Wood Vine Divine Art.
After three hours of daily cultivation and contemplation, he finally grasped the second technique on the second page—Hundred-Fathom Vine.
As the name implied, the technique could eventually manifest a vine a hundred fathoms (about 100 meters) long.
But since Yu Xian hadn’t reached Foundation Establishment yet, his vine reached only 25 fathoms at full force.
At most, he could manifest three such vines simultaneously.
Still, their power was impressive—much stronger than his Fire Flood Dragon or Water Tornado techniques.
Yu Xian was quite satisfied.
But satisfaction didn’t mean complacency. He would keep refining the technique until he could fully master the Hundred-Fathom Vine.
On this particular day, he sat cross-legged on the Cloud Heron, gazing over the vast land below with a calm expression.
After four months, he had covered half the journey.
If things continued smoothly, he estimated another four months would see him back at the Feiyun Sect—just in time to stop his master from heading to the Medicine King Valley.
But life rarely goes as planned.
Peaceful journeys are rare—challenges and hardships are the true essence of a cultivator’s path.
After passing by a rogue cultivator market known as Green Capital, several streaks of light suddenly shot up from below, quickly chasing in his direction!
Yu Xian’s brow furrowed.
He gently patted the Cloud Heron’s neck.
After four months of companionship, the beast had become very familiar with its master.
Sensing Yu Xian’s intent, it let out a long cry and burst forward at top speed—faster than most early-stage Foundation cultivators!
But the lights behind them didn’t fall back much—they still pursued fiercely!
Clearly, they knew the Cloud Heron’s explosive speed couldn’t last long—perhaps only for one incense stick’s time.
Yu Xian’s eyes narrowed, flashing with cold light.
This kind of pursuit could only mean one thing—malicious intent.
He focused his gaze on the three streaks of light behind him.
Upon closer inspection, each of them was riding their own magical treasure, and all of them exuded Foundation Establishment auras.
Three Foundation cultivators!
“Damn it!”
Yu Xian’s heart filled with coldness—and some regret.
After four months of peace, he had let down his guard.
In the cultivation world, the law of the jungle reigned.
He was a Qi Condensation cultivator, riding a Cloud Heron out in the open—flying meat, basically.
He must’ve caught the eye of countless Foundation Establishment experts during his journey.
Only because they feared traps, didn’t want trouble, or had other concerns, did they let him be.
But these three—clearly—they weren’t going to let this chance slip by.
They wanted his Cloud Heron—or him.
“Descend.”
No hesitation.
While the Cloud Heron still had speed, he gained a few miles of distance, then patted its neck and gave a low command.
In the sky, he was too visible.
On the ground, he had a chance to escape.
The Cloud Heron understood, letting out a low cry before diving swiftly into the dense forest below and vanishing from view.
Yu Xian stowed it away and took a deep breath, completely suppressing his spiritual energy and relying only on his body’s strength to sprint forward.
In the past four months, he had practiced the Great Pill Body Tempering Technique dozens of times—his physical strength had increased significantly.
Now, sprinting at full speed, he was as fast as a peak-stage Qi Condensation cultivator’s flying spell.
Moments later, the three Foundation Establishment cultivators caught up and also landed in the forest.
“Where’s the Cloud Heron!? It disappeared?”
“Big Brother needs that demon core for healing. That bird was heaven-sent—we can’t let it escape!”
“That cultivator looked like a Qi Condensation peak… but too young. Maybe from the Xuantian Sect? Otherwise, why would he ride a Cloud Heron openly?”
“Who cares! Today that bird is ours!”
“But how did it vanish? It flies fast in the sky, but on the ground, it’s worse than a wild beast!”
“Third Brother! Fourth Brother! Look here!”
One of them pointed to footprints on the ground.
“No wonder we couldn’t sense any spiritual energy—he’s running! These are fresh tracks!”
“Then what are we waiting for!?”
“Wait… did he just release the bird?”
“Forget it! He probably has a spirit beast pouch! Let’s go!”
The three spoke rapidly, then unleashed their spiritual energy and chased along the tracks into the woods.
Yu Xian ran like a rabbit on fire.
Despite his speed, the danger behind him didn’t wane.
Clearly, the three were tracking him based on his footprints.
And he had no time to cover them.
“Eighty li (≈26 miles) ahead… a mortal city called Wen City. If I make it there… I’m safe!”
Yu Xian’s expression was calm, but his eyes were serious.
From his memory of the map, the only safe zone was Wen City, a mortal county capital.
But 80 li… sounded near, yet was far.
Even at his current pace, it would take at least one incense stick’s time.
And during that time—he couldn’t be caught.
He had dozens of talismans capable of unleashing attacks comparable to early- or mid-stage Golden Core attacks.
But against three Foundation cultivators, his chances were still slim.
After all, talismans are not actual cultivators.
They were much weaker than a real Golden Core attack, lacked precision, and couldn’t match timing or strategy.
If he could avoid confrontation, he must.
He didn’t hate these three—they were just doing what was common in the cultivation world.
He regretted his own carelessness more than anything.
This was a painful lesson:
Never be so flashy again. Always stay cautious.
Eighty li used to be half an hour’s travel.
Now it felt like chasing a distant mountain—visible but unreachable.
Run! Run! Run!
Yu Xian activated his breathing technique. Mist rose from his body—
This was him pushing his body to its absolute limits.
Not since the mirror realm in Ascension Island, where he raced up and down the mountain with all his might, had he experienced such intensity.
“The body is a treasure trove. Unlock it… and it’s limitless.”
As sweat poured like rain, something suddenly clicked in his mind.
His eyes grew brighter.
The body is a treasure! Train it! Develop it! Unlock its infinite potential!
He had already run forty li.
His body was exhausted to the extreme—but his gaze burned like fire.
“Fellow cultivator ahead! Stop running!”
“We’re not here to hurt you! We just want to buy your Cloud Heron!”
“Don’t run! You look like a body cultivator! If we catch up to you while you’re fleeing, we really might kill you!”
“Don’t be scared! We just need your Cloud Heron to save a life! That’s the only reason we’re chasing you!”
From behind, the voices of the three Foundation cultivators echoed—drawing closer, now only one li away.
