The goose-yellow brocade robe was filled with vast, bright Spirit power.
The calm on Xue Qinghe's face melted away.
In its place… was the reckless joy of rushing towards a certain conviction.
Her figure shot out of the forest like an arrow from a bowstring.
No longer did she follow the main road.
Instead, she charged towards a steeper, more rugged mountain path.
Her robe was torn by thorns as she ran, and her hair bun came loose, flying wildly in the strong wind.
"Alas…"
Porcupinefish's expression was not good.
"Young Master is so fond of Li Dixian."
"If something were to happen to Li Dixian…"
Snake Lance's brows were tightly furrowed.
He had thought Porcupinefish was going to say, "If Li Dixian wrongs Young Master…", but he hadn't expected it to be concern for Li Dixian's safety.
He recalled that Young Master had only returned at dawn today.
She had placed a grasshopper woven from straw beneath that morning glow rose.
At that time, Young Master's face was filled with a joy and excitement as if she held a precious treasure.
Thinking of this.
Snake Lance's brows furrowed even deeper.
If something truly happened to Li Dixian… he no longer dared to imagine what Young Master would do.
Xue Qinghe galloped towards the towering cliff that rose abruptly at the edge of her vision.
The biting mountain wind whistled in her ears.
It stung her cheeks.
The rough rocks ground against the soles of her boots.
Yet, she paid no heed, her speed undiminished.
Finally.
She rushed to the top of the cliff.
The mountain wind suddenly lost its restraint, becoming fierce and free.
It wantonly tore at her wildly dancing hair.
In an instant.
Light spread like water.
Xue Qinghe's figure faded, and Qian Renxue stood majestically.
Her golden hair fanned out like a waterfall in the wind.
A flowing, plain white skirt replaced the tattered brocade robe.
Whenever she met Li Dixian, she wanted to appear stunning, filling every inch of his sight with her grace.
Qian Renxue stood at the peak of the high cliff.
Looking down at the winding end of the official road below.
Waiting for the appearance of that white-robed young man.
Perhaps it was because they had been suppressed in Heaven Dou Imperial City for too long.
Except for Li Dixian.
Everyone else could not hide their excitement.
"I love this feeling of riding into the martial world!"
Yu Feng's brows danced with excitement.
"It's just like the protagonists in the Storyteller's tales!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily turned to Li Dixian.
Wasn't Li Dixian precisely the living protagonist of those Storyteller's tales?
If not for those Sword Wine legends.
The business of the Storytellers in Heaven Dou Imperial City and its surrounding cities would likely be much colder.
"I envy Dixian so much."
Yu Tianheng shook his head and sighed:
"Last time I returned to my clan to cultivate, I missed the trip to Star Dou Forest."
"After I came back, those two fellows, Yu Feng and Oslo, didn't stop showing off to me."
Dugu Yan and Ye Lingling smiled as they looked at Li Dixian.
That trip to Star Dou.
It was indeed their most thrilling and unforgettable journey to date.
It seemed that as long as they traveled with Li Dixian, they would always be infected by that free-spirited martial world aura of swift vengeance.
Looking at these eager young men and women.
Li Dixian cracked his whip, pointing to the mountain at the end of the official road.
"Fellow martial artists, why don't we have a competition to see who reaches that mountaintop first?"
"Good!"
Seven clear and loud responses echoed.
As the words fell.
Hoofbeats erupted like a rapid drum.
Eight figures shot out like arrows from a bowstring.
Li Dixian had entered and exited Star Dou Forest several times and had even traveled far to the Wind Sword Sect.
When it came to horsemanship.
How could these seven compare to him?
He rode at the forefront.
Sweeping across the open ground beneath the cliff like a whirlwind.
Just at this moment.
Li Dixian's heart suddenly stirred.
As if he sensed something, the corner of his eye caught the fleeting glimpse of a beautiful figure at the peak of the cliff.
Li Dixian subconsciously tightened the reins, and his horse's speed abruptly slowed.
Behind him.
The seven people, with joyful laughter.
Galloped past him.
Li Dixian suddenly looked up, his gaze fixed on that stunning golden point at the cliff top.
Qian Renxue… she really came… He could almost imagine… how Xue Qinghe, who had just bid him farewell at the Heaven Dou Imperial City gate, had traversed mountains and valleys to arrive here.
The distance was a bit far.
Li Dixian couldn't clearly see Qian Renxue's expression.
But he felt with utmost clarity the gaze fixed upon him.
In this silent gaze.
A soft and brilliant golden glow.
Fluttered down from the solitary, high cliff top.
It was not like something of the mortal world, light as if weightless.
Yet it was remarkably stable in the biting mountain wind, carrying a sacred and warm aura.
The golden light drew closer and closer.
Finally.
It landed in Li Dixian's subconsciously outstretched palm.
This was a feather.
Flowing with a warm golden halo.
Carrying a strange pulse of life.
The records of wondrous items in "The Brewer's Compendium" surfaced in his mind:
Dragons have reverse scales, touch them and incur wrath; angels have auspicious feathers, sacred and never falling to the mortal dust.
Li Dixian's eyes trembled.
So… this was an auspicious feather from Qian Renxue's Angel Spirit?
The warm sensation of the auspicious feather in his palm seemed to penetrate his skin, reaching directly to his heart.
Li Dixian abruptly looked up.
His gaze once again fixed on the cliff top.
The mountain wind still howled fiercely, but that exquisitely beautiful figure was already gone without a trace.
Li Dixian lowered his eyes and gazed at the auspicious feather in his palm for a long time before carefully putting it away close to his body.
Immediately, he took a deep breath and shook the reins.
"Hup!"
The Wind Chasing Colt let out a long neigh that pierced the air.
Its four hooves churned like lightning, resuming the journey.
Just a few breaths before Yu Tianheng and the seven others were about to reach the foot of the mountain.
Li Dixian, with a strong gust of wind.
Overtook them once again.
"Whoa——"
He abruptly tightened the reins.
Li Dixian stopped steadily at the agreed-upon foot of the mountain.
Dugu Yan, Ye Lingling, and the others also arrived one after another.
Looking at Li Dixian's disheveled hair, the excited blush on the faces of the seven had not yet faded.
"Dixian, you're still the best. What happened when you were delayed for so long just now?"
"Were you deliberately letting us win?!"
Li Dixian took out his flask, tilted his head back, and took a drink, smiling without speaking.
Yu Tianheng and the five others were about to press for answers.
However, Li Dixian's gaze had already swept past everyone, casting towards the distant, already deserted solitary cliff, then he nudged his horse's belly and turned to continue his swift journey.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is majestically situated in the Furlong Mountain Range outside Heaven Dou Imperial City.
The mountain range here meanders like a dormant giant dragon, its twists and turns extending beyond the visible horizon.
Its power is centered on nine peaks.
Eight magnificent subsidiary peaks, grand in their momentum, guard the central majestic main peak named "Yuming."
In front of the mountain gate, a vast river rushes by, encircling it in a "ji" shape.
Behind the mountain gate lies the Thunder Valley, where thunderstorms rage year-round.
After more than half a day.
Li Dixian and his group finally arrived at the foot of Mount Yuming.
Everyone looked up at the stone steps that stretched directly to the mountain peak, disappearing into the clouds and mist, their faces filled with awe.
"This is the foundation of my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
Yu Tianheng's voice was filled with pride.
Yu Feng, Oslo, and the Shi Brothers exclaimed repeatedly.
Dugu Yan was comforting Ye Lingling, who was afraid she couldn't climb up.
Li Dixian also nodded in praise:
"The Upper Three Sects truly live up to their reputation."
A trace of fervor flashed in his eyes.
Earlier, during their journey.
Yu Tianheng had already mentioned the many mysterious places of the Blue Lightning Clan to them.
Among them.
The Thunder Valley, where lightning never ceased year-round.
It was what Li Dixian yearned for the most.
"I wonder if Thunder Valley is as mysterious as the Wind Eye of the Wind Sword Sect."
"Perhaps it can help me comprehend the fourth form of the Green Lotus Sword Song…"
Out of breath, chapter three around midnight, dears, please read it tomorrow morning~~
Readers are worried this book will be dropped.
Don't worry, every character has a destination, and some characters the author will give them a grand exit…