On the road.
The Featherless Fierce Spirit was walking through the mountains, holding a small booklet as it surveyed and mapped the terrain. It was filled with markings for the cave abodes of Immortal Realm Natives.
Though the Jade Bamboo Mountain Range had many lands blessed with immortal spirit, not a single one could be touched. Even the exotic flowers and rare herbs could not be picked at will. Even if one was plucked by accident, ten had to be grown back!
That year, it had flown to a Five Elements Immortal Spring to drink. Before it could even open its beak, divine lightning descended from the heavens, paralyzing it for months.
"Chirp chirp~ The immortal sect is so huge."
The Featherless Fierce Spirit let out a low, snickering laugh as it swaggered along the mountain path. Several Storage Rings awarded by immortal sect disciples hung around its neck, and it treasured them like precious jewels.
Suddenly.
Its eyes narrowed as it spotted the White-Clothed Man walking toward it in deep thought. In an instant, its face filled with great joy. "May the Dao Ancestor be well! The Dao Ancestor's might shines upon Jiuxiao like the sun, and his virtue spreads across the Immortal Realm. We lowly ants can only look up in reverence and worship!"
Chen Xun smiled speechlessly.
We lowly ants—those four words sounded rather strange. One look and it was obvious the bird had not read much. Who knew where it had memorized them from?
"So it's you, Featherless Bird. You're getting better and better at talking."
Chen Xun chuckled, a trace of fondness in his eyes. With a casual flick, he tossed out a cultivation art. "Good work deserves a reward. This technique suits your constitution quite well. Read it quietly when you have nothing to