The Journey: Holding Everyone Back?
On the other side, Zhao Qingfeng's gaze swept over the crowd, his voice carrying a hint of solemnity. "Everyone, the journey to the Great Qi Dynasty is long, so please stay close to the group."
The crowd displayed various expressions, but all nodded in understanding.
A faint smile played on Zhao Yi's lips as he casually glanced at Dongfang Yueming, raising his voice meaningfully, "Heh, I hope some people won't drag us down."
"Of course!" Wang Bufan raised his chin slightly, full of confidence. "How could I possibly fall behind on a mere journey?" He was certain that with his powerful physique of "Radiant Golden Bones," speed would be no problem.
Dongfang Yueming remained calm, as if he hadn't heard anything.
"Alright," Zhao Qingfeng said no more, "I'll lead the way."
Qin Rushuang nodded coolly. "I'll cover the rear."
Zhao Jin and Wang Xijing exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes—their mentor's attitude towards this Instructor Qin seemed a little too polite.
"Let's go!" Zhao Qingfeng gave the order, and his figure transformed into a streak of green as he shot out.
Wang Xijing followed closely behind, her movements graceful and elegant. Zhao Yi, on the other hand, charged out third with a deliberately flamboyant air, his speed also surprisingly fast. Xi Feng, not to be outdone, gritted his teeth and kept up.
Dongfang Yueming, Shi Qing, Yue Tao, and others also set off at the same time, instantly lengthening the group as they sped off into the distance.
Although Wang Bufan's movement skills were mediocre and not yet Major Accomplishment, the powerful strength granted by his Radiant Golden Bones allowed him to move with incredible speed, barely managing to keep up with the middle of the group.
He was about to turn around and mock the lagging Dongfang Yueming when he was surprised to find that Dongfang Yueming and Shi Qing's figures were like two wisps of smoke, easily passing by his side, their speed no slower than Zhao Yi's in front!
"Hmm?" Wang Bufan was slightly surprised.
Zhao Jin, who was further ahead, also noticed the situation behind him. Seeing Dongfang Yueming's smooth and swift steps, he was secretly impressed: What speed! His movement skills are extremely high!
Just then, Zhao Qingfeng's voice drifted from afar, clearly reaching everyone's ears. "Our destination is the Earth Spirit Sect within the Great Qi Dynasty. Teams from the other eight dynasties will join us there. The ultimate goal is to compete for the qualification to soak in the ' Earth Spirit Spring '! That Earth Spirit Spring possesses miraculous effects, greatly benefiting cultivation at the Marrow Cleansing Realm and even the Blood Replacement Realm!"
Upon hearing this, many people in the group paused slightly, their breaths catching in their throats.
Wang Xijing's eyes flashed with a sharp light, his heart surging with excitement: ' The Earth Spirit Spring! A godsend! The further one progresses in Martial Dao, the more difficult it becomes to Perfection each realm, especially the two major hurdles of Marrow Cleansing and Blood Replacement. Without the aid of such a rare treasure, it's as difficult as ascending to heaven! I must secure a spot!'
Xi Feng's heart was also burning with excitement, and he clenched his fist secretly: ' The Earth Spirit Spring... I might still have a chance!'
Zhao Yi glanced back, his eyes filled with disdain and arrogance. His speed was similar to Xi Feng's, but his breathing was clearly longer and more steady, making him appear to be in complete control.
Seeing this, Xi Feng's nameless anger flared up again, and he thought bitterly, "Damn it! It's all that Dongfang Yueming's fault. If it weren't for him..."
He himself couldn't explain why he blamed the other party; it was just misplaced anger.
Dongfang Yueming seemed oblivious to all of this, maintaining his steady pace, his heart undisturbed: ' Earth Spirit Spring, huh? Sounds good. But for me, as long as I have enough points, nothing is a problem.'
Time slipped by unnoticed, and the long march took a heavy toll on their physical strength.
Wang Bufan gradually felt as if his legs were filled with lead, his breathing became heavy, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He gritted his teeth inwardly: 'Damn it, this speed is too fast! But...' He subconsciously glanced at Dongfang Yueming not far away. That guy must be about to give up too; with his delicate skin, he might already be exhausted!
However, as far as the eye could see, Dongfang Yueming still walked briskly, his breath was long and steady, and his expression even carried a hint of leisurely ease.
"What?!" Wang Bufan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He was stunned. Impossible! He was definitely faking it! He was just putting on a brave face!
Dongfang Yueming noticed the intense gaze, tilted her head slightly, and wondered to herself, 'Why is this guy staring at me like that?'