Chapter 109 Going Home
Leaving the Ten Thousand Ghost Cavern, Chen Chang'an waved his hand, and a flying boat of gilded brilliance appeared out of thin air, suspended in midair.
The vessel stretched ten zhang long, built entirely from ten-thousand-year spiritwood. Its surface was etched with complex array patterns, faint spiritual light coursing over them.
At the prow was carved a phoenix with wings spread, its eyes inlaid with two crimson gemstones that seemed ready to come alive. The entire boat exuded a subtle pressure, stalling the surrounding spiritual energy for a moment.
Old Mo's pupils shrank, and he muttered in disbelief, "This… this is actually a spirit-grade flying boat!"
On the Xuanying Continent, treasures were divided into magic tools, spirit tools, and immortal tools, each further ranked as upper, middle, and lower. Immortal tools were the treasures suppressing the fortunes of even the most elite sects, treasures a Saint might never own in a lifetime. But a top-grade spirit tool was already the pinnacle of artifact crafting on the continent.
Yet before their eyes, this flying boat was indeed a top-grade spirit tool!
To think—flying boats had almost no combat value beyond transport. To spend such precious resources forging one was sheer extravagance!
"As expected of a Saint… truly extravagant," Old Mo thought with twitching lips.
Chen Chang'an's expression remained calm. "Let's go."
If he could, he would rather carry them back with his Saint Realm cultivation. But this avatar had a fatal flaw—the closer it was to his true body, the weaker its cultivation, and its flight speed became unbearably slow. Instead of dragging along, using the boat was far more convenient.
Xiao Ling'er's eyes sparkled with delight. "Lin sister, this flying boat is so beautiful!"
Chen Chang'an smiled faintly, flicking his hand. The cabin door opened silently, and a stairway of light stretched down to their feet.
"Go up."
The three boarded the vessel. Inside was even more lavish—spirit jade paved the floor, spiritwood formed the walls, and even the seats were carved from thousand-year warm jade. Sitting upon them sent a gentle current flowing into the body, soothing from within.
Old Mo's eyelids twitched wildly. "This isn't a flying boat at all… it's a mobile blessed paradise!" he thought.
Chen Chang'an formed a seal casually, and the boat shuddered lightly before transforming into a streak of light that pierced the heavens.
Its speed was so great that not even an afterimage remained!
Standing at the bow, Old Mo felt the fierce winds easily held at bay by the protective shield. His heart pounded with awe. "This speed… it must be faster than a Longevity Realm cultivator at full flight by three parts!"
He stole a glance at Chen Chang'an standing with hands behind his back and sighed inwardly. "As expected of a Saint. Even what he takes out at random is beyond reach for ordinary cultivators."
The flying boat cleaved across the skies, rushing toward the distant valley.
None noticed that, though Chen Chang'an's face was calm, he was secretly fumbling with the controls of the vessel.
After all, this was a reward from the system during one of his sign-ins. It was the first time he had ever used it.
Fortunately, he quickly mastered how to pilot the flying boat.
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The flying boat streaked across the skies like a golden meteor. After three days, it reached the skies above the valley.
Beneath the sea of clouds, surrounded by mountains, a quiet valley appeared faintly in view. The flying boat gradually slowed and finally hovered above the valley, its luminous hull reflecting the greenery below like a painted scroll.
"We're here." Chen Chang'an stood at the prow, his robe fluttering lightly in the wind as he spoke calmly.
Xiao Ling'er gazed down at the valley, her eyes full of reluctance. "Lin sister, can't you stay a few more days?"
Chen Chang'an smiled faintly, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "All gatherings must one day end."
Jiang Che stepped forward, his expression solemn as he bowed deeply. "Senior, though I have no fate to be your disciple, you pulled me from the abyss. This kindness, Jiang Che will never forget for all his life."
His voice was low yet firm, his eyes containing no trace of irreverence—only pure respect and gratitude.
Chen Chang'an looked at this youth who had once been consumed by despair, but now carried light once more in his eyes. His heart eased slightly.
"Do not worry," he said meaningfully. "We will meet again soon."
As his words fell, his figure gradually turned transparent. Tiny specks of light drifted from his body, evaporating like morning dew under the sun.
"Lin sister!" Xiao Ling'er cried, reaching out instinctively, but caught only a wisp of fading radiance.
A gentle breeze passed, and Chen Chang'an's figure dissolved completely into countless motes of light, carried away by the wind.
At the mouth of the valley, only Xiao Ling'er, Jiang Che, and Old Mo remained. They stood quietly, gazing at the scattered glow for a long time, speechless.
All around remained silent, as though no one had ever been there.
But they did not know—
That seemingly carefree and unrestrained "Lin sister" would soon appear before them again, in another form.
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