Longevity: My Talents Are a Bit Abundant

Chapter 964: Chapter 704: Tit-for-Tat

If not for the lack of supply of the "Thunder Spirit Pearl," the Bright Flame Sect would have long gone into rampant overproduction.

The significance of a highly performant Tier Three Puppet is extraordinary for a cultivator like True Master Miao Lian at the early stage of Golden Core.

It is tantamount to having an utterly loyal, unconcerned about casualty True Pill level ally—a perfect means for safeguarding one’s path and ensuring survival.

Tier Three Puppets are priced but without market, rarely seen.

Not only are they costly to produce, but also their refinement exhausts both mind and time.

"Rest assured, True Master Guo."

True Master Miao Lian smiled subtly, a hint of allure danced in her eyes.

"Miao Lian certainly won’t let True Master Guo’s efforts go to waste."

The implication in her words, almost blunt.

Shen Xuan’s smile remained unchanged, he said indifferently: "Let’s discuss it in due time."

Neither agreed nor refused.

The future matters, to be debated in the future.

He escorted True Master Miao Lian to the entrance of the Cave Mansion, watched as the lime-green figure rode the Escape Light into the horizon.

Returning inside, he shook his head when passing the Spirit Pool.

The Silver-Horned Celestial Horse had just completed its refinement, leisurely grazing on a few spiritual glowing tender grasses by the pool edge.

"A Tier Three Puppet, how precious! Yet trying such methods to settle accounts?"

He muttered, somewhat feeling it’s absurd.

"In the eyes of this True Master Miao Lian, and certain people of the Bright Flame Sect, am I, Guo Shiyan, seen as one who covets beauty?"

He walked by the pool, scooped up a handful of cooling spring water.

Water droplets trickled down his fingers, shimmering under the sky, crystalline and translucent.

After all, they still underestimated him.

...

A month later, on the border of Wei Country, over vast wilderness.

The lead-grey clouds hung low, the Gang Wind cutting like knives.

This is one of the crucial passages from Song Country to Qin Country, below are endless barren mountains and wilderness, rarely inhabited, occasionally visited by demon beasts.

A Bright Flame Sect warship was breaking through the dense sea of clouds, sailing steadily.

The warship spans over thirty zhang, forged from century-old ironwood mixed with dark iron, engraved with complex storm-shielding, sky-defying, and reinforcing runes.

The deck and both sides of the ship’s gunwale were equipped with eight black holes of spiritual energy cannons, emitting a cold metallic luster.

In the Cultivation Realm, bulky items such as massive amounts of Spirit Rice, unrefined primary ores, and giant building materials, far exceed the capacity of ordinary storage magical artifacts.

Thus, such major sect resources still rely on these sect warships that combine transport and defense capabilities for cross-domain shipment.

Currently, the cargo hold of this warship is filled with massive amounts of Spirit Rice, primary ores, building materials, etc., purchased from Song Country.

In truth, the real cargo lies with the sect’s trusted disciples.

This real cargo is the Thunder Spirit Pearl.

True Monarch Red Lotus personally reached an agreement with Spirit Sword True Monarch of Cyan Cloud Sect in Song Country.

Responsible for escorting such vital materials is True Master Qing Lan, True Monarch Red Lotus’s direct disciple.

True Master Qing Lan, at True Pill middle stage, has a resolute face, standing on the lookout at the bow, eyes like a hawk scanning the front.

This mission is of great importance, cannot afford to fail.

"Uncle Master Qing Lan!"

A disciple of Bright Flame Sect at the late stage of Foundation Establishment rushed forward, their voice brimming with panic.

"Over a dozen li ahead, there’s an unknown group of flying objects, large in number, very fast!"

True Master Qing Lan’s pupils suddenly contracted, his Divine Sense surged forward like a tide.

The next moment, his face turned extremely grim.

These are not unknown flying objects.

They are demon birds!

A flock of sky-covering demon birds!

At the horizon ahead, a mass of rolling black clouds rapidly approached, accompanied by faint, heart-wrenching screeches.

As they got closer, it became clear that the black clouds consisted of tens of thousands of demon birds!

Leading the charge were dozens of Thunder Rocs with wingspans of several zhang, coursing with purple lightning.

Following them were Iron Feather Eagles, Bloodthirsty Crows, Wind-splitting Eagles...

"Damn it! They’re coming for us!"

True Master Qing Lan’s heart sank to rock bottom.

Such a scale is definitely not a casual encounter.

"Demon bird flock! Prepare for battle! Warship accelerate, ready spiritual energy cannons!"

He shouted sternly, his voice instantly resonating throughout the ship.

The warship runes fully lit up, attempting to boost speed for a forward dash.

But the demon birds’ speed was even faster.

Especially those Thunder Rocs, wings flapping accompanied by wind and thunder, swiftly encircling from both sides, forming a siege.

True Master Qing Lan saw clearly.

Among the demon bird flock, there are at least three exceedingly fierce, larger-than-average bird kings.

Among them, the vertical eye on the forehead of a Thunder Roc king flickered electrically, impressively reaching Tier Three Upper Grade!

Though the warship is strong, in the wilderness sky, being entangled by such a scale and strength of demon birds, escaping hope is bleak.

"No way to avoid it!"

True Master Qing Lan’s eyes turned sharp, hesitation vanished.

"Fire the cannons! Blast a path through!"

"Boom!"

The eight spiritual energy cannons on both sides almost simultaneously emitted deafening booms.

Searing white beams tore through the air, carrying terrifying heat and force, fiercely crashing into the diving demon bird flock!

Instantly, flesh and blood flew everywhere, feathers charred.

Hundreds of low-tier demon birds vaporized within the beams, more were torn by the explosive aftermath, a bloody rain descended from the sky.

However, the sheer number of demon birds was overwhelming.

The gaps at the front were quickly filled by the surging demon birds behind.

Undeterred by death, their talons and sharp beaks frantically clawed and pecked at the warship’s spiritual power shield.

The shield flickered intensely, dimming intermittently.

Spiritual energy cannons needed time to cool, refill spirit stones, and gather energy.

Yet the demon birds’ assault was relentless, like a continuous tide.

Seeing the shield about to give way, more demon birds gathered from all directions, surrounding the warship completely.

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