C7 See Ms Fairy Again!

A few days later, Fatty Hong arrived at Feng Yi's cave abode, bubbling with excitement. "Feng Yi, it's been a few months since you joined the sect, and now you can claim a magic treasure from the Treasure Storage Pavilion. Let's go now!"

Feng Yi raised an eyebrow and glanced at Fatty Hong. "Hmm, it is indeed time to acquire another magic treasure, especially since the sect's grand competition is only a year away."

"What are we waiting for? Let's get moving and pick up some Abstention Pills on the way. I've run out of mine," Fatty Hong urged.

Feng Yi stumbled, taken aback. "Didn't you just get a month's supply of Abstention Pills a few days ago? How could you have finished them already?"

"Have you been treating the Abstention Pills like jelly beans?" Feng Yi asked, bewildered.

Fatty Hong gave an embarrassed chuckle. "You don't understand. If my stomach isn't full, I just don't feel right."

Before long, Feng Yi and Fatty Hong reached the Treasure Storage Pavilion, presented their identity cards to the guards, and hurried inside.

"I'm going to find a good Flying Sword, just like the senior brothers. Imagine flying through the skies with one—how awesome would that be?" Fatty Hong declared, making a beeline for the Flying Swords section.

Meanwhile, Feng Yi began to explore the pavilion. Suddenly, he heard the voice of Nine-spirit Taoist in his ear. "Kid, head inside. There's something worthwhile in the northwest corner."

Guided by Nine-spirit Taoist's advice, Feng Yi quickly made his way to the designated area. There, in the corner, lay a rusty piece of iron shaped like a bagua, looking utterly worn and neglected.

"Ah, to think such a treasure has been gathering dust here. Fortune has truly smiled upon me today, allowing me to discover it. Otherwise, who knows how much longer it would have remained hidden?" Nine-spirit Taoist mused.

"Senior Nine-spirit, are you saying this piece of scrap iron is actually a treasure?" Feng Yi asked, incredulous.

"It is indeed a treasure, but you're not yet capable of wielding it. You'll need to reach the Foundation Stage before you can unlock its potential," Nine-spirit Taoist explained.

With such an endorsement from Nine-spirit Taoist, Feng Yi didn't hesitate. He reached out, grabbed the iron piece, and stowed it away in his Storage Bag.

Having chosen his treasure, Feng Yi saw no reason to linger any longer. Each disciple was permitted to select only one magical item, and he had made his choice.

Fatty Hong, too, had picked out a magical item—a sword that sparkled with diamonds.

Feng Yi couldn't help but shake his head at his friend's choice. Fatty Hong, known for his love of food and wealth, had even chosen a diamond-studded Flying Sword.

Upon registration, the steward's senior brother gave Feng Yi a puzzled look, as if questioning his decision to choose such a seemingly worthless piece of iron. But Feng Yi remained unfazed. If the Nine-spirit Taoist declared it a treasure, then a treasure it must be.

After departing from the Treasure Pavilion, they each returned to their respective cave abodes to acquaint themselves with their new magical treasures.

Months flew by, and with the aid of the spiritual liquid from the pagoda, Feng Yi's cultivation soared. Despite occasionally channeling spiritual energy to the Nine-spirit Taoist, he reached the fifth level of the Qi Condensation Stage—progressing at an astonishing rate.

The Nine-spirit Taoist had promised a significant gift once Feng Yi attained the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Stage, a milestone he eagerly anticipated.

"Feng Yi, it's time to go. Senior Brother Feng Hua is calling us to assemble," came a voice.

"I'm on my way!" Feng Yi called back, quickly exiting his cave to join Fatty Hong as they made their way to the mountain gate.

Outer Sect Disciples typically ventured out every six months to procure supplies, both to replenish the sect's stores and to broaden their horizons.

At the mountain gate, Senior Brother Feng Hua and a group of disciples awaited. Among them was one individual who captured Feng Yi's immediate attention.

There was a time when a celestial fairy descended to save him from peril. A time when she left, but not before making a promise with him. The fairy of his dreams stood before him now, stirring a rush of excitement within him.

The vision before Feng Yi was none other than the fairy who had rescued him atop the mountain years ago. Time had not diminished her beauty; she remained as captivating as the day they first met.

Over the years, Feng Yi had grown considerably stronger, his skin tanned to a rugged complexion. He was a far cry from the man he had been years before.

The fairy merely glanced at Feng Yi, a brief frown crossing her face, but she showed no further reaction.

Feng Yi couldn't help but smile wryly to himself; it seemed the fairy had completely forgotten him.

"We've nearly gathered everyone. Junior Sister Qing Cheng, shall we set off?" Feng Hua addressed the enchanting fairy, her gaze filled with affection.

Her name was Qing Cheng, Feng Yi mused, a beautiful name indeed. For some reason, the thought gave him a light, airy feeling.

"Mm-hmm," Qing Cheng hummed in agreement with Feng Hua's proposal.

That simple acknowledgment seemed to fill Feng Hua with immense joy, as she excitedly called out to the group, "Later on, don't worry. Just keep your balance."

With those words, Feng Hua gestured, and a wine jug soared into the air. It swelled rapidly in the breeze, growing to dozens of feet tall in moments. "Junior Sister Qing Cheng, after you," Feng Hua invited.

Without a word, Qing Cheng lightly leaped onto the jug. Feng Hua followed suit, taking a position beside her. Feng Yi, Fatty Hong, and the rest jumped up as well, arranging themselves behind Feng Hua and steadying themselves.

"Wow, I never imagined I'd get to experience flight!" Fatty Hong exclaimed, his face alight with excitement.

To fly on a sword, one had to be at least at the ninth level of the Qi Condensation Stage. Fatty Hong, only at the fourth level, shouldn't have been able to manage such a feat.

"Country bumpkin!" someone jeered, prompting laughter from the crowd.

"What did you say?" Fatty Hong bellowed, his face reddening with anger.

"Was I wrong to call you a bumpkin?" the heckler retorted, stepping forward to confront Fatty Hong.

"Who's the one who gobbled down Abstention Pills like they were jelly beans? Who's the one who chose a gem-encrusted Flying Sword as a treasure? And now, making a fuss about flying—if that's not a bumpkin, then what is?"

"Are you looking for trouble?"

Fatty Hong let out a low growl, ready to throw a punch.

But a chilling sensation suddenly enveloped him and his companions.

"Sect rules are clear: disciples must not harm one another. Violators will have their cultivation crippled and be expelled from the sect."

The icy words of Fenghua reached everyone's ears, sending a shiver down their spines. With that, they managed to quell their anger and stand their ground.

"Good grief, is that our Heavenly Capital Mountain? Has it shrunk to the size of an ant so quickly?"

Fatty Hong was never one to stay quiet for long. After a brief period of calm, he stirred things up again, prompting laughter from the group.

Even Qingcheng, positioned at the forefront with the wine pot, let out a charming smile.

Fenghua, standing to the side, was utterly enchanted by that smile.

Her smile was breathtaking, unparalleled, and captivating, leaving Fenghua mesmerized.

Hours later, a bustling marketplace came into view, tens of thousands of feet in the distance.

Fenghua set the wine pot down on a patch of flat ground, stood up straight, and with narrowed eyes, cast a proud glance over the group.

"This marketplace is under the jurisdiction of our Profound Heaven Sect. Once you've bought what you need, feel free to explore. We'll regroup here at sunset."

"Yes, Senior Brother!" they all responded.

Fenghua's pride softened as she turned to Qingcheng and offered, "Junior Sister Qingcheng, if there's anything you need, let me assist you with your purchases."

Qingcheng gave Fenghua a measured look and replied in an even tone, "Thank you, Senior Brother, but I can manage on my own. There's no need to trouble yourself."

With those words, Qingcheng lightly tapped the ground and sped off toward the marketplace.

Fenghua watched her departing figure, a hint of disappointment crossing her face.

Meanwhile, Feng Yi couldn't help but feel a surge of joy at Qingcheng's refusal of Fenghua's offer. He grabbed Fatty Hong and they both made their way to the marketplace.