He put it away in his Heaven and Earth Bag for now.
The Valley Excursion, butterfly chasing, and flower viewing that followed were comparatively less restricted.
And with no more "rewards" on offer, many rogue cultivators devoted to cultivation left without taking part.
The grand gathering was tomorrow, so Senior Brother Lu had followed Senior Cong Yuzhen to Linghua Valley's main hall early to discuss matters.
The Dongyuan Sect group and the two Sheyang Sect disciples followed Yan Xun, enjoying the outing together.
With fresh flowers and beautiful women, it should have been a leisurely, relaxing affair. Unfortunately, Cheng Yu was there to spoil the scenery.
In front of Sheng Yun and Gu Qingqing, he was always offering tiresome attentions and making dull jokes.
Beneath a waterfall of flowers, beside a vine bridge.
Xiao He coiled around Song Yan's wrist, her tail wrapped around a cluster of spirit flowers that swayed to and fro.
A flock of spirit butterflies streamed out from among the wisteria, and a few even circled above Gu Qingqing's head.
The valley was home to many flower demons and spirit beasts.
They were all gentle-natured demon beasts that preferred harmony, however.
With a sinister air, Li Qingfeng pulled his black wok out from behind his back and pretended he was going to scoop up the spirit butterflies, startling Gu Qingqing so badly that the Recording Pearl in her hand nearly fell off the bridge.
Everyone burst into laughter.
As the sun sank in the west, they went their separate ways.
Inside the little courtyard in the bamboo grove.
An ancient sword lay across Song Yan's knees.
Its blade was mottled blue-gray, its winding patterns resembling two branches of green plum growing side by side.
Where the guard met the blade, the ancient characters for "Joined Branches"