True Person Wang of the Golden Core, Spirit Rice for Spirit Stones

As time passed, more disciples gradually came aboard.

There were both men and women.

Every kind of Spiritual Root was represented.

After all, there were only two ways to leave the Dongting Immortal Sect.

First, the Cross-Domain Teleportation Array.

Second, a long-distance flying spiritual artifact or dharma artifact.

For the vast majority of formal disciples, the Teleportation Array was too expensive.

Activating it once cost at least one Mid-Grade Spirit Stone.

Thus, flying spiritual artifacts became the first choice.

Compared with the Teleportation Array, their cost-effectiveness was through the roof.

It was not that Flying Paper Cranes or terrestrial spirit beasts were no good, but that they were too slow.

For the same distance, a flying spiritual artifact only needed one shichen.

Flying Paper Cranes and terrestrial spirit beasts, meanwhile, needed at least five shichen.

Anyone would know which to choose.

"Senior Brother Zhang, who is that kid?"

"He's also a spirit farmer."

"Looks like he doesn't respect you much, does he?"

"Hehehe..."

Zhang Er narrowed his eyes slightly and stared fixedly at Xu Changqing's retreating back.

Hearing the words of the person beside him, he said nothing more.

He merely revealed a meaningful, cold sneer.

Suddenly, the Giant Flying Sword beneath everyone violently shook.

Immediately afterward, the male disciple with the Metal Spiritual Root standing at the tip of the sword spoke. "Fellow Daoists, Giant Flying Sword No. 1145 is about to depart from the Sword Pavilion.

"Do not move about, run, jump, or leave. Otherwise, bear the consequences yourselves."

Xu Changqing and Han Su exchanged a glance, then promptly steadied themselves.

Very quickly, the tremors coming from the Giant Flying Sword beneath them became increasingly obvious.

The lines etched across it lit up one after another, as though energy had been poured into them.

Before long, the Giant