Training

Xu Chunniang's act of sending her divine sense into the Voice Transmission Talisman did not escape the old man's notice.

That meant she was absolutely no Qi Condensation cultivator—at the very least, she possessed Foundation Establishment Realm cultivation.

Looking at the token before him, the old man was still half-convinced and half-dubious.

"As long as I take this token to the Carefree Sect, can I really join Mystic Sword Peak?"

"If you don't believe me, forget it."

Xu Chunniang raised her brows with a smile and made to take the token back.

"The scenery here at your Golden Light Sect is quite nice. Why not stay?"

The old man panicked and snatched the token away.

"Yes, yes, of course I want it! This old man will trust you this once! At worst, I'll have made a trip for nothing."

The youth looked somewhat hesitant. "Master, if we leave, what will happen to these spirit fields?"

The old man glanced at the empty spirit spring and shook his head with a soft sigh.

"The spring source has dried up. The spiritual energy in these fields will slowly disperse as well. These spirit rice plants will mature in just over a month. Once we harvest this crop, the two of us will pack up and leave."

Xu Chunniang smiled faintly. "Then we'll be taking our leave first. If you have the fortune to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm someday, it still won't be too late to consider founding a sect."

With that, she walked over to Shen Miaoling, took her hand, and the two vanished from the spot.

At the sight, the old man's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

This time, he had seen it clearly. The other party had not used a Teleportation Talisman at all—she had