Beside Spirit Source Marsh, in the Yanran Mountain Range.
In a stream valley to the south.
The stream murmured, its echoes ringing through the empty valley. Few people ever came here, and at this moment, no one was around.
It was spring, and a scattering of spirit bees flitted through the valley.
These spirit bees were only the size of a thumb, pale blue-green all over.
The little bees flew among the flowers in the valley, like fleeting shadows of drifting clouds.
One little bee climbed into the center of a flower, folded its wings, and leisurely gathered nectar.
A short while later, it had drunk its fill of nectar and collected a small clump of pollen on its hind legs.
It was time to return to the hive.
The little bee began beating its wings, trembling as it prepared to lift off the flower.
Just then, something suddenly changed.
A palm descended from above. The little bee darted up, only to be abruptly checked by the Spiritual Qi flowing over that palm.
Below, another palm rose, holding a mass of Spiritual Qi that met the palm above.
The two masses of Spiritual Qi flowed around the little bee, gradually forming a transparent sphere of Spiritual Qi that imprisoned it within.
Terrified by the sudden turn of events, the little bee struggled and flew about amid the dense Spiritual Qi, but could not break through.
The young cultivator betrayed not the slightest trace of his presence. To an ordinary sweep of Divine Sense, he would have been no different from a common person.
"A Cloud-Wing Bee. Hmm... worth money."
Song Yan murmured under his breath.
A low-grade, first-tier Demon Beast, renowned for its speed.
He slowly raised the little sphere of Spiritual Power and examined the spirit bee closely.
Its