?Chapter 932: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 929 Haoyang Bird Chapter 932: Volume 6 Spirit Treasures Chapter 929 Haoyang Bird On the evening of the third day, Han Li, who had been seated in meditation, finally opened his eyes.
He looked up at the darkening sky and flipped his hand to produce a moonlight stone.
Tossing the stone into the air, it scattered a milky white radiance, brightly illuminating the nearby peach grove.
Without a word, Han Li rose to his feet, then took out a piece of red coral about a few feet in size and placed it under a peach tree.
Next, he pulled out a jade box, opened the lid, and revealed a foot-tall Spirit Grass with a single stem and thirteen leaves.
This Spirit Grass emitted a faint rosy glow and was none other than the Rainbow Skirt Grass which he had cultivated countless times!
“Is this the stratagem you’ve prepared?” As Han Li transplanted the Rainbow Skirt Grass onto the coral, an utterly baffled Monarch Great Development couldn’t help but speak out.
He had seen Han Li feed Gold Devouring Bugs with this type of Spirit Grass before, with incredibly inconceivable results.
But now, bringing out the grass still left him utterly puzzled.
Hearing this, Han Li chuckled lightly,
“In fact, this grass has another name, called ‘Demonlure Grass.’ Without saying more, you must understand my intention now, Senior.”
“Demonlure Grass!
You mean to say…” Monarch Great Development’s voice trailed off with a hint of realization.
“Yes, in six days, it will be the time when that young Haoyang Bird is let out for air.
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Then, hehe…” Han Li gave a cold laugh.
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Fang Chu was a mid Foundation Establishment disciple of Yueyang Palace.
Such a level of cultivator was commonplace within the palace, numbering somewhere between eight hundred to a thousand, and in principle, Fang Chu should have been an insignificant figure.
But in reality, the opposite was true.
Not to mention other Foundation Establishment disciples, even some Core Formation martial uncles treated Fang Chu with the utmost courtesy, not showing the slightest hint of looking down on him as a junior.
Whenever benefits were distributed within the palace, Fang Chu was always the first among the Foundation Establishment disciples to receive his share.
This meant Fang Chu had quite a good standing in Yueyang Palace.
However, despite his pride, he knew that all of this was only due to the responsibilities of his position.
It happened that he was the disciple in charge of overseeing one of the smaller Haoyang Birds.
The reason he was chosen was due to his innate ability to understand the languages of spiritual birds, an ability unique to him that others couldn’t replace.
Otherwise, given the rarity of Haoyang Birds, it never would have been his turn to be responsible for overseeing one.
After all, ‘overseeing’ to some extent also meant he was able to command the spiritual bird.
This was naturally no small matter.
The spiritual bird he was responsible for had relatively low cultivation but could still comfortably defeat cultivators in late Core Formation, pursuing the level of a Nascent Soul entity.
No wonder the other cultivators were greatly wary of Fang Chu.
He had been looking after the spiritual birds for over thirty years, and found the task quite straightforward.
The only trouble was that no matter if he was cultivating or meditating, he had to spend all his time with the spiritual bird.
Even when letting the bird out for a breath of fresh air, flying freely for a very short period, he had to interrupt his own cultivation and follow it from a distance, just in case of any accidents.
Yet Fang Chu wasn’t worried about this in the slightest.
All of the Tianyue Mountain Range, hundreds of thousands of miles wide, was under Yueyang Palace’s control.
What could possibly go wrong?
With such leisurely thoughts in mind, Fang Chu followed behind the Haoyang Bird that flew out of the aviary early in the day, trailing it from a great distance.
The Haoyang Bird was not very large, about ten feet long, but its tail feathers made up more than half of its length.
From afar, the bird looked like a fiery red giant peacock.
But what peacock in the world could boast such fiery, brilliantly red plumage?
The spiritual bird seemed quite excited, flapping its fiery red wings continuously in the air after leaving Yueyang Palace’s restrictive formations, completely unaware that someone was following behind.
Under normal circumstances, Fang Chu couldn’t possibly escape the Haoyang Bird’s divine sense, but before coming out, he had already placed a Restraining Breath Talisman crafted by the palace on himself.
Thus even with his lesser cultivation, he could rest assured he wouldn’t be detected by the Haoyang Bird.
Now, watching the bird’s joyful chirping, Fang Chu smiled knowingly.
Having spent a long time with the spiritual bird, he understood that the Haoyang Bird was in a state of extreme delight.
It seemed today’s outing would ensure the bird would stay calm and stable for the next half-month.
Just like that, the Haoyang Bird circled leisurely above Yueyang Palace for quite a while before it changed direction and started flying toward the outer perimeter.
Fang Chu didn’t mind at all.
According to the bird’s habit, it would circle around Yueyang Palace, drawing a large circle within a hundred-mile radius before satisfactorily flying back inside.
Thus, he followed at ease.
But this time, after following the bird for only about thirty miles, the unexpected happened.
The Haoyang Bird, previously brimming with vigor, suddenly faltered in mid-flight, its calls changing to a sharp, plaintive wail.
Behind it, Fang Chu was taken aback when he heard the bird’s cry and had yet to understand what was happening when he saw the Haoyang Bird urgently flapping its wings.
Suddenly, several feet of crimson flames burst from its body, changing direction and breaking through the air.
After a few flashes, it turned into a huge fireball and shot hundreds of feet away…
This scene gave Fang Chu a start, and then scared him out of his wits.
After he came to his senses, he hurriedly pulled out a jade medallion from his body, desperately pouring spiritual power into it while simultaneously emitting an odd, bird-like cry from his mouth, trying to call the Haoyang Bird back.
However, the Haoyang Bird in the distance seemed to have heard the summons, but after a moment of hesitation, it let out several even noisier calls and then, without looking back, disappeared from the sky.
Seeing this, Fang Chu’s face turned instantly pale, and he remained floating in mid-air, at a loss for what to do next.
But a moment later, he remembered something, suddenly took out a Sound Transmission Talisman from his storage pouch, and in a frantic shout at the Daoist paper talisman, he tossed it up into the air without a second thought, transforming into a streak of fire that shot straight toward Yueyang Palace.
He himself gritted his teeth, clenched the jade medallion in his hand, and chased after the vanished Haoyang Bird with his magical tool.
Whether he could really catch up or not, he couldn’t just wait here; otherwise, if a few of his martial uncles encountered him, he would certainly face severe punishment.
While Fang Chu was desperately in pursuit, other places in the Tianyue Mountain Range where there were spirit beasts also fell into chaos.
In the northern part of the mountain range, several Yueyang Palace low-level disciples were desperately using silver cords to rein in the huge, vulture-like strange birds beneath them, trying to forcibly control these low-grade spiritual birds that were losing control and suddenly changing direction.
Before long, everyone was dripping with sweat, but the spiritual birds beneath them were still violently trying to turn and rush in a certain direction.
Hidden in a secret hole on the edge of the mountain range, a cultivator clad in yellow-green, looking like dead wood and wearing a mask, was pressing down a black spider about a foot long with a green, glittering hand.
Watching the demon beast snarl furiously in front of him, a look of surprise and uncertainty crossed his eyes.
At Southern Sky Peak, in a secret hall of Yueyang Palace, hidden by restrictive formations, an old woman in purple robes with white hair was stroking another Haoyang Bird that lay prostrated before her.
This bird looked just like the one with Fang Chu, only slightly larger.
And the old woman clearly sensed that the spiritual bird under her hand had become restless and agitated without warning from the start.
If she hadn’t cast spells in succession, forcibly calming the spiritual bird, it would have certainly flown out of the secret hall.
With a strange look on her face, she couldn’t help but ponder.
…
Fang Chu had chased without sparing mana and was thrown off without a trace by the Haoyang Bird.
However, he had that jade medallion which could sense the location of the spiritual bird, so he wasn’t afraid of losing track of the Haoyang Bird within the Tianyue Mountain Range.
But as he speeded along, he discovered something incredibly shocking: he saw some low-grade demon beasts frantically running out of their deeply hidden lairs in the underground mountains, heading in the same direction as the fleeing Haoyang Bird, running and leaping desperately.
In just a short time, this had formed a sizable tide of beasts, among which were some rare demon beasts usually sought in the mountain range but without a trace to be found.
And the high-grade demon beasts and flying demonic birds in the mountain range had already been wiped out by the high-level cultivators of Yueyang Palace, so there was no need to worry about them.
But still, the sudden loss of control of the beast horde and the Haoyang Bird filled Fang Chu with astonishment and unease.
Meanwhile, in a secluded valley tens of thousands of miles away, Han Li sat cross-legged on the ground with the Rainbow Skirt Grass planted on Red Coral and enveloped in red aura in front of him.
This plant had already unfurled six spiritual leaves, and with the spiritual light flowing through it, it appeared extremely mysterious.
However, at that moment, Han Li wasn’t looking at the Rainbow Skirt Grass but was squinting at the situation outside the peach grove, his face expressionless.
Outside the protective enchantments, dozens of low-level spiritual beasts that had run up close were desperately attempting to breach the outermost layer, trying to break into the peach grove and devour the six-leaf Rainbow Skirt Grass.
Han Li found it somewhat unexpected that there were so many low-grade demon beasts in the Tianyue Mountain Range.
However numerous these low-grade demon beasts were, Han Li paid them no mind.
Instead, he closed his eyes and sent his Divine Sense toward Yueyang Palace, scanning carefully.
According to his calculations, the power of the Rainbow Skirt Grass to lure seventh-grade demon beasts should be just right, and since the Haoyang Bird was a spiritual bird with a speed of escape much faster than that of ordinary spiritual treasures, it wouldn’t be long before it should arrive here.
Before long, Han Li’s cold face changed abruptly, and he suddenly opened his eyes.
With a series of incantations, Han Li let out a low grunt.
A few spells were cast, and the outermost Illusion Array was activated.
A layer of white mist emerged from the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped the entire bamboo grove, half-shrouded and hidden within.
And just then, there was the simultaneous sound of a beast’s roar and a clear, singing bird call from the east and west.
A huge yellow light orb and a massive crimson fireball flew in from both directions, aiming straight for the valley where Han Li was located.
Seeing this, Han Li let out a light ‘hmph’ and showed a hint of astonishment on his face.
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