Time flies, and the weather grew increasingly hot.
On the eastern side of Chaoyang Mountain, the mountain wind passed through the woods, rustling the leaves.
A thread-thin streak of red light shot through the dense forest like an arrow, tracing spiraling arcs as it flashed about with lightning speed.
At a certain moment, the red light abruptly accelerated and slammed straight into a huge grayish-white boulder protruding from the ground.
With a soft puff, the stone was like congealed grease meeting a hot knife, pierced through effortlessly by the red light.
The red light then nimbly changed direction and vanished into the forest in the blink of an eye.
Beneath the eaves, before the porch, Chen Mu lay in a rocking chair with his eyes half-closed.
His eyeballs moved from side to side, but his attention was not on what lay before him.
After quite some time, red light flashed before him, and a vermilion flying blade like a feather appeared, hovering in midair before Chen Mu.
He reached out and plucked it from the air, then happily held it before his eyes and examined it.
"Fine flying sword!"
Thinking of its earlier dash through clouds and shattering stone, Chen Mu could not contain his excitement.
It had already been a month since he arrived at Jilong Mountain.
Once he got past the initial unfamiliarity, he adapted in only three days. He hid away in the small building, refining pills and cultivating techniques, gradually returning to his former rhythm of life.
During his spare time, he took out the Vermilion Feather Sword, which he had refined long ago, to play with. After only one attempt, he fell in love with the feeling of controlling a flying sword.
The Vermilion Feather Sword innately possessed armor-piercing and rapid-flight abilities, and it flew