Take Me Flying

The main team and the reserve team stood on opposite sides.

Xuan Zi was still passionately explaining the Shrek Inspector system.

This was one of the things Shrek did well; since it was a gathering place for all the outstanding geniuses of the entire continent, it should also shoulder a portion of the responsibility.

For Gu Yuena, this had absolutely no impact.

Gu Yuena did not feel even the slightest psychological pressure when dealing with Evil Soul Masters.

"Before we head out to participate in the Soul Fighting tournament this time, there is one more task to complete.

On the border between the Star Luo Empire and the Sun Moon Empire, there is a group of Evil Soul Masters who call themselves the Hand of the Death God. We must set off early; do not delay our arrival at the tournament."

Mu Xuanheng felt that Xuan Zi was still somewhat unreliable: "Old man, you aren't going to be the team leader this time, are you?"

He knew this was a fact, yet he still wanted to ask, because Xuan Zi was truly unreliable.

"Do you have some opinion of me? Others may not understand me, but how could a brat like you not know me?" Xuan Zi was very proud; among the Title Douluo, he was ranked near the top.

But what did that have to do with his reliability? It was simply that Xuan Zi was unreliable.

"How about we find someone else?"

"Heh, you dare to question me?" Xuan Zi kicked Mu Xuanheng hard and said, "There is no one else, hurry up and get ready to leave."

Taking out several flight-type Soul Tools, Ma Xiaotao said: "Our Soul Power Level is high, so we won't have time to wait for you later. We will each carry one person; who do you want to follow?"

She was speaking to Huo Yuhao and the other two.

After all, among the three of them, the strongest was Wang Dong, who was only a Soul Elder. Their speed was definitely not enough to keep up with the team.

The group quickly assigned their respective partners.

Wang Dong continued to hide his gender and chose to approach Ma Xiaotao.

Bei Bei and He Caitou, as Soul Ancestors, had their own flight Soul Tools.

The two were preparing their accelerators.

Only Gu Yuena stood beside Mu Xuanheng without moving.

"You carry me."

Mu Xuanheng fiddled with his flight Soul Tool: "Alright, but you'll have to provide the wind for me later, otherwise I don't know if I can keep up with them."

She reached out and grabbed Mu Xuanheng, responding softly: "Mm. I will assist you."

"You two, don't mess around. We can't afford to waste time." Wang Yan heard their conversation and said: "We all know you have strong combat power, but this is flying using Soul Tools, not combat. You are only Soul Ancestors, your speed is not as good as ours, so don't ride together."

Mu Xuanheng equipped his flight Soul Tool: "Teacher Wang, take a look at my Soul Tool—isn't it a bit different? I could already be considered a Level 4 Soul Master a few days ago. It's just that I don't know how to use things like Level 4 stationary Soul Tools, so I can't call myself a Level 4 Soul Master. I am capable of customizing Soul Tools for myself."

These plain, ordinary words made Huo Yuhao and He Caitou look bitter. A 13-year-old Level 4 Soul Master?

"Junior Brother Xuanheng, don't put so much pressure on us. I only became a Level 4 Soul Master at this age." He Caitou felt very uncomfortable; the new junior brother and sister who had joined were not simple material either. Huo Yuhao was already heading toward Level 3, and Gu Yuena had reached Level 3 long ago.

"Senior Brother He Caitou, I just make some small gadgets. Like my flight Soul Tool." He showed off the Soul Tool slightly, letting everyone see his masterpiece.

Compared to the flight Soul Tools of others, Mu Xuanheng's Soul Tool was more of an acceleration prop. This was because he could fly on his own.

Xuan Zi: "Alright, hurry up and set off. Xiaotao, I'll leave the rest of the command to you."

Mu Xuanheng snorted: "Old thing, slacking off again."

The unreliable Xuan Zi had once again chosen to give up.

The group sped off, flying through the air.

Mu Xuanheng held Gu Yuena, flapping his wings as they soared. The long wind swirled slightly, and the lift helped him save energy. All of this was also because Gu Yuena in his arms was helping him fly.

"There is a safety rope, you don't have to hold on so tight." The two were pressed closely together, flying wantonly on the flank of the team.

Since the young lady had a request, he would naturally fulfill it two hundred percent.

He loosened his grip slightly, and Gu Yuena felt as if she were about to fall from the sky. She grabbed Mu Xuanheng tightly, feeling somewhat annoyed and shy: "You don't have to hold on tight, but that doesn't mean you should be naughty."

"Then I'd better hold on tight; it wouldn't be good if something happened at high altitude."

Flirting while flying had a unique charm.

Although he couldn't be as perverted as Zhou Weiqing, a little bit of teasing was still possible.

The other flying units tacitly stayed far away from the two of them.

In the Spiritual Sea, Xue Di was very dissatisfied: "I told you that playing with fire leads to self-immolation, yet you still want to jump into it."

Bing Di: "Our good master is probably already sinking into it himself. Xue'er, you have to work hard now."

"Bing'er, what are you saying?"

"I'm not stupid. You are different now compared to before; you have a bit more flavor. If you don't work hard, you might really end up being the second wife. As a Heavenly Snow Woman born of heaven and earth, will this little girl make you willing to bow your head?"

Xue Di's skin took on a hint of color; as a Snow Woman, she wouldn't normally blush: "I don't believe I can't drag you into the fire pit too, Bing'er."

Bing Di: ???

After a long, hurried journey, the group found a place to rest.

The others could still talk and laugh, but Bei Bei and He Caitou were already struggling to hold on.

The others either had high enough cultivation or were being carried by someone else. As for Mu Xuanheng, he simply couldn't be counted as a normal person.

Ma Xiaotao began calling everyone to rest and regroup.

"Come on, Huo Yuhao, it's time for your specialty." Wang Dong encouraged Huo Yuhao to prepare some food: "Your cooking is so good, why not whip up a delicious meal?"

"Huh? I don't have anything with me, how am I supposed to cook?"

Hearing there was food to be had, Xuan Zi was the first to jump out: "That's simple. Ling Luochen, Xixi, go catch some fish. Dai Yueheng and Chen Zifeng, go hunt some game. Xiaotao, you're in charge of the fire. How's that, is everyone set?"

Mu Xuanheng: "Give it a rest, old man. You're only thinking about the food and the fire; we don't have a single seasoning. Better leave it to me."

He raised his hand, and an earthen stove materialized. He then pulled a large pile of jars and bottles from his spatial Soul Tool. Even the iron pot, bowls, and chopsticks were quite complete.

"You little brat, why do you carry these things around with you?"

"To eat, obviously. What else?"

Xuan Zi: "Fine, then leave the rest to Huo Yuhao."

Huo Yuhao: "Senior Brother Xuanheng, can you make a grill?"

Mu Xuanheng reached out to manipulate the metal, and a grill was quickly formed.

Cooking was a troublesome chore, so leaving it to Huo Yuhao was just right.

He went to the riverbank to wait for the meal.

Gu Yuena sat down beside him, dipping her jade-like feet into the water, creating ripples. She lifted them slightly, watching the droplets vanish back into the clear water: "Cool, very comfortable."

Mu Xuanheng sat down as well, and she naturally leaned against him: "I'm hungry. You know how to cook too, right?"

"Want to eat?"

"I want to eat, and I want to watch you cook."

Over by the stove, the firelight was bright, and smoke curled into the air.

Here, a new flame ignited, cooking fish in mid-air.

Bei Bei held a grilled fish, intending to bring it over to them, but he saw Mu Xuanheng and Gu Yuena snuggled together, with flames hovering in the air to stew fish and steam rice.

The fragrance of the rice wafted over, and the others followed the scent, standing frozen in the back.

"Damn it, you little brat. You're actually cooking a private meal on the side!" Xuan Zi didn't care about anything else; his claws immediately reached for the steamer.

Mu Xuanheng quickly said: "Old man, that's not for you, I've prepared some for you all."

Food is not all the same, and rice is not all the same.

Xuan Zi clearly understood this principle: "I'm not stupid; this portion smells much better."

Millennium Qingling Moonlight Rice was certainly more fragrant than ordinary rice, and with the addition of some fungi, it was packed with umami.

"No way, I'm an old man. You need to respect your elders, so I get priority."

Mu Xuanheng knew he had to use other food to coax Xuan Zi away: "Don't, don't, I'll share some fish with you. It has Tiger Paw, Jianshouqing, Chicken Oil, and Bamboo Fungus in it; the flavor is very fresh. Wait, I didn't tell you to take the whole thing, you old geezer. Leave some for me!"

Having no choice, he and Gu Yuena returned to the gathering spot.

"Wow, I couldn't tell. Xuanheng, you're such a great cook. This tastes even better than the top-tier restaurants in Shrek City."

Bei Bei immediately chimed in: "How could it not be good? You don't even look at whose light we're basking in!"

Mu Xuanheng fed Bei Bei a piece of fish: "Eat your food and shut your mouth."

Everyone laughed heartily.

Although there were some conflicts and dissatisfaction, everyone was able to get along peacefully.

Mu Xuanheng also hoped that absolutely no one would die this time. With him here, that Soul King would definitely not be a problem.

The butterfly effect never only influenced what he could see.

In the Sun Moon Empire, Ye Shishui of the Holy Spirit Cult felt very uneasy: "Go and see if Shrek's Xuan Zi is truly at the limit; if he isn't, then go and test his level."

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone prepared to set off again.

Dai Yueheng: "We'll be able to see Father at the next stop."