Now that he had the fully refined Black Slaughter Lock, he no longer needed to ask Zhou Guang, the Servant at the Forging Room, for a Jade Token to ride a Flying Crane.
Jiang Yi formed a hand seal and chanted an incantation, summoning the Yin Horse before vaulting onto its back.
Even steep cliffs felt like level ground. The horse traversed them effortlessly, as if held aloft by the wind.
'So this is the power of a Magical Artifact.'
Jiang Yi directed his Divine Thought, firmly controlling the Black Slaughter Lock. It coiled around him like a great, dark python, spewing clouds of yin qi that condensed into a tall steed.
With just a flick of its hooves, the Yin Horse could scale even the most treacherous, moss-covered cliffs.
Before long, the man and his horse had reached the halfway point up Guanlan Peak.
"Eh? You again?"
The old Daoist, who had run into Jiang Yi several times before, was startled to see a figure suddenly shoot up from the base of the cliff.
