Dapeng Takes on a Mission

Xuan turned to look at him. The mountain wind lifted the loose strands of hair before his forehead, revealing the faintest hint of a smile between his calm brows. His steady voice drifted with the wind into Kong Xuan's ears.

"Save the Phoenix race, and—"

"And what?"

"And once you owe a debt, you'll cultivate desperately.

If you cultivate desperately, you'll earn a good ranking in the Holy Son Selection.

If you earn a good ranking, the Sect Master's prestige will rise.

Once the Sect Master's prestige rises, Farm Teachings' fortune will flourish.

Once Farm Teachings' fortune flourishes, I'll gain more Merit.

By that calculation, I won't lose out."

Kong Xuan froze, unable to speak for a long while. He stared at Xuan's utterly serious face for quite some time before finally tugging at the corner of his mouth and forcing out a sentence.

"When did you learn Elder Tie's way of thinking?"

It was all calculations of gains and losses, without the slightest trace of sentiment.

"Those near vermilion turn red."

Kong Xuan knew Xuan was talking nonsense.

No matter how he calculated it, standing surety for him was a loss.

Xuan was helping him not because of Merit, fortune, or prestige.

It was simply because he needed help.

The two returned to Farm Teachings. After staying there for half a month and obtaining the Fire Spirit Bead,

Xuan asked the Scripture Hall Master for leave and went with Kong Xuan to the Phoenix race's residence, where they began refining the Formation Disk together.

Kong Xuan was responsible for controlling the heat. The red strand of the Five-Colored Divine Light transformed into flames, wrapping around the materials and gradually melting them down.

Xuan was responsible for inscribing the Formation Patterns. Spiritual Power gathered at his fingertips as he carved