Then Xu Yi heard the thoughts of Zhao Cao and Lei Ting. Both urged him to act quickly and not let this heaven-sent opportunity slip away.
Xu Yi asked Liu San which mountain it was, then extended his divine sense to a steep peak thirty li away. It immediately met the barrier outside the mountain. With a little more force, the barrier shattered, and his divine sense enveloped the entire Peak Seventy-Four.
As expected, Peak Seventy-Four was now swarming with people, with experts everywhere.
Though this immense boon had fallen into a situation where it was surrounded by rivals, Xu Yi was not in the least anxious. He followed behind Liu San as they flew toward Peak Seventy-Four.
He had already decided to give up on Peak Seventy-Four. The reason was simple: he had only just joined the Donghua Immortal Sect, and the ripples from the thunderous methods he had displayed in the contest between the three sects under the identity of Wang Qianqiu had likely not yet died down.
Showing himself now might not be wise.
He had just heard the round-faced man in purple describe the Spirit Spring's wondrous effects. Though it was extraordinary, for someone like him, who was not short of spirit stones, the spring's grade was hardly crucial.
He leisurely followed Liu San toward the peak, arriving there almost at the same time as him.
The round-faced man in purple and the square-faced man in purple seemed to think that currying favor with Xu Yi was as good as currying favor with Liu Zhenlin, and so their spirits had soared. Or perhaps they were simply eager to prove their loyalty to Xu Yi.
As soon as the two stepped onto the peak, they shouted in unison, "What are you fellow Daoists gathered here for? Do