Three days passed in the blink of an eye.
Li Chengjie had made every possible preparation.
He had memorized the route in the Jade Slip Zhou Wenwu had given him, checked every Talisman and Dharma Artifact without finding a single issue, and adjusted himself to peak condition.
Before dawn on the fourth day, he silently left the camp. Raising the Azure Edge Sword, he transformed into a streak of azure light and shot toward the vast mountain range to the south.
Li Chengjie followed the Jade Slip's directions to the letter, specifically choosing routes seldom traveled by anyone and remaining vigilant at all times.
Traveling by day and hiding by night, he cautiously made it through two days. Though he occasionally felt his Spiritual Energy draining severely and had to stop often to recover, he ultimately made it through without mishap.
On the afternoon of the third day, Li Chengjie flew above a sprawling stretch of Vulture Ridge.
The mountains here were steep, littered with jagged rocks, and sparse in Spiritual Energy. It was precisely one of the areas marked in the Jade Slip that needed to be passed through quickly.
Just as Li Chengjie was about to accelerate, he heard the whistle of something cutting through the air behind him. A streak of sword light approached rapidly from afar.
Li Chengjie's heart tightened, and he secretly went on guard. Yet when his divine sense swept over it, he found the aura around that sword light somewhat familiar—not as cold, savage, and violent as the Blood Fiend Cult's.
While he was still wondering, the sword light had already caught up. It slowed down and flew alongside him.
The person upon the sword revealed himself. His face was stern and cold—it was Liao Haoxuan.
Liao Haoxuan wore a smile that seemed