Primordial Cultivator

Elder Jing continued to leap on the tree branches as she advanced forward with Yang Wei following close behind.

Although Yang Wei's movement was rigid and shaky as it was his first time moving at a fast pace through the tree branches, he still managed to keep up with Elder Jing.

"Where are we going now, Elder Jing?" Yang Wei asked softly as he kicked his right leg off the branch to hop to another tree.

"We are going to meet up with our sect now. They are probably worried sick that we have separated for so long." Elder Jing calmly replies when she sensed her sect nearby during the commotion.

Their Feather Wind Sect was a third-rate sect and considered to be the weakest with their disciples being very low in cultivation. She wanted to meet up with them so she can protect them to repay her gratitude.

She has regained her Houtian cultivation realm but it doesn't mean she would stop remembering the gratitude she received from the sect master.

Yang Wei was a bit surprised as he forgot about his sect already. He was isolated by them in the beginning and he doesn't interact with them much.

Thus, he held no sentimental relationship toward them nor even bothered to care about their well-being.

However, since Elder Jing wanted to meet up with the sect members then he would gladly comply with her intention.

"I understand Elder Jing. We should meet up with them so we can protect each other in the back from others." Yang Wei said softly while thinking the opposite in his mind.

If the worst scenario came to be, Yang Wei would not risk his life to save his so-called senior apprentice-brother or sister since he valued his life more than some strangers.

They could barely even be considered an acquaintance and he was only close with Elder Jing in the entire sect besides Meng Yan who helped him enter the sect.

Elder Jing was calm and didn't answer Yang Wei. She wasn't an idiot to believe Yang Wei as she understood his mind more than anyone.

His mindset would have been hers as well but before entering the mysterious realm, she has promised the sect master that if it's within her ability then she would do her best to protect their disciples from danger.

Of course, that is if the disciples were worthy enough for her to make her move otherwise, they can just die if they try to backstab them.

"In another 3 kilometers, we will be arriving at them and getting ready for a fight, Yang Wei. I can sense they're being attacked by another sect and they're currently being overwhelmed so we must hurry up," Elder Jing as she started using a bit of her cultivation to advance forward.

The change of speed in Elder Jing was so immense that Yang Wei was completely left behind despite his struggle to catch up.

Within a few moments, Yang Wei could no longer see a shadow of Elder Jing besides some of the trails that she left behind purposely.

'The difference between the Qi Condensation realm and the Houtian realm is really vast.'

Yang Wei exclaimed inwardly as he was left behind in the dust and even when he tried to catch up, he couldn't match Elder Jing's speed.

Yang Wei could only smile bitterly as he tried to arrive there as quickly as possible.

Meanwhile, Elder Jing has arrived at the scene of the fighting at this time and she could see the Feather Wind Sect disciples are currently fighting against a sect that is known for their notorious use of poison.

The Purple Scorpion Sect with its reputation completely down the drain as each and every disciple of them has a disgusting face due to their constant exposure to poison.

"Hehe, people from the Feather Wind Sect, listen up. I'm Elder Du Hanli and I can spare your petty life if you hand over all your treasures." Elder Du Hanli from the Purple Scorpion Sect sneered aloud as his disciples were holding some pills in their hands.

"Hmph, people from the Purple Scorpion Sect have truly not disappointed my expectation and view of them. Each and every one of you are shameless cultivators who could only rely on your poison pill." An Elder from the Feather Wind Sect scoffed as he refused to surrender.

He wasn't a fool to believe they will truly let them get out alive once they hand over their treasures. Not to mention, he was also a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator despite being in the 1st stage.

To bow his head to his enemy would be a disgrace and he would have lost all face for his sect if he managed to live through this.

Elder Jing was calmly watching the scene before her in a tree that covered herself. She was planning on watching what the sect would do when facing another sect.

'At least Elder Pao Huang tried to fight against the Purple Scorpion Sect without losing his backbone. If he were to surrender then saving them would be hopeless either way.' Elder Jing praised the Elder's conduct even if he had some other intention.

"It seems like you would rather seek death instead. Don't forget this simple outcome, Elder Pao Huang," Elder Du Hanli said and continued.

"My disciples are each holding our sect's secret weapon, the Toxic Smoke that when made contact with a cultivator, they would lose the ability to temporarily utilize their true qi. Do you think your sect can survive that measly time when you cannot use true qi?"

Elder Pao Huang shuddered as he glanced at the pill that the enemy disciples are currently holding in his hand.

The rest of the disciples in the Feather Wind Sect were also petrified as they were sure if even a tiny touch from the effect of their Toxic Smoke, their life would be over.

"Hmph, do you take me for a fool? You would rather waste all your Toxic Smoke against us over other 1st rate sects." Elder Pao Huang exclaimed outwardly as he held the hilt of his sword tightly.