The treasure banner and the gourd had been stolen one after the other, which left the two young Daoists anxious. They thought Shi Feiyang, who appeared sunny and amiable, personable at first sight, could become friends, but surprisingly, he had tricked them and stolen their treasures.

The two sequentially unleashed their Flying Swords, two streams of light, yellow tinged with green, lined up in front of them, tremblingly pointing at Shi Feiyang, "Return the items quickly, or we'll have to stab you with these Flying Swords!"

Shi Feiyang swiftly reached out and snatched both Flying Swords.

The two Daoists gasped in shock, hastily forming spells to retrieve their swords, but the swords in Shi Feiyang's hands only trembled and could not fly away.

Wiping his hand over the swords, Shi Feiyang dispelled their light, revealing their true form, and with a sweeping glance, he said, "Forged from White Iron Essence, but poorly crafted and poorly nourished. It seems that the Golden Flower Sect is no longer renowned for its swordsmanship, which matches my memory."

Only then did the two Daoists know fear, breaking out in cold sweat and exchanging glances that conveyed deep fright. Still, the one who held the banner summoned his courage to ask, "May I inquire how we should address you, senior? Are you also here to slay the Demon Dragon?"

The other Daoist quickly added, "If the senior intends to slay the Demon Dragon, then we won't capture it, gladly yielding to the senior."

"Yes, yes, the Demon Dragon is yours to catch, just please return our sect's treasure so we can go back and report," quickly followed the first.

With a light shake of the gourd, Shi Feiyang smiled, "What's my name? You are not worthy to know. The flower essence inside seems decent, I'll keep it for myself. Take these broken swords back for play, and don't make noise. If you utter more nonsense, I'll chop your heads off with these swords."

Terrified yet wanting to speak, one Daoist lowered his voice, "The flower essence is a treasured relic of our sect, our master will surely not forgive us if it's lost!"

"Don't worry about that, I'll speak to your Sect Hierarch," Shi Feiyang asked, "Which direction is Qingtian County?"

The Daoist pointed, and though mountains and rivers obstructed his view, Shi Feiyang's eyesight could see miles away, and knowing the direction was enough. He casually threw the swords down, embedding them deep into the rock beneath his feet with two 'clangs', then stepped forth, treading the air as if walking on nothing, crossing over to the other side of the mountains in just a few steps.

Seeing his capability, both Daoists were astounded, "What kind of Escape Skill is this? He didn't even use Sword Control but flew through the air! Such skill surpasses even our Sect Hierarch."

They pondered without reaching any conclusions, "He must be an old senior who has been cultivating for many years, probably found the legendary meat Ganoderma for Rejuvenation in these mountains, that's why he looks so young."

They formed spells to summon the Flying Swords, but both were sealed, unresponsive to their calls, buried deep in the rock without even a hint left outside. Being novices for only three years, they knew over a dozen spells but none that could extract objects from stone, and without a Qiankun Bag, they had to resort to digging out with bare hands.

Meanwhile, Shi Feiyang used the "Miles in a Step" technique, striding aerially as if casually walking in his own courtyard, quickly crossed mountains and lands, and in a blink, he traveled the three hundred miles and arrived at Qingtian.

Qingtian County was nested among mountains, with Qingtian Mountain to the north and Ou River to the south, featuring quite favorable geomancy.

The population in the county was usually not dense, but today it was exceptionally lively. As the Golden Flower Sect was the largest local religious group, villagers from surrounding areas, all followers, came with offerings to honor the Sect Hierarch during the Golden Flower Festival. The streets and alleys were bustling with devotees as well as vendors seizing the business opportunities.

From above, Shi Feiyang saw the most crowded area conducting a religious ceremony in a large courtyard filled with banners; a high platform was set up where someone in a luxurious magic robe was preaching, with a giant turtle in front tied with a red silk flower.

The turtle's head had already been chopped off, and hot blood was gushing out of the cavity. Below, someone was catching the blood in a large wooden basin, constantly stirring it with a long pole to prevent the blood from coagulating.

On the other side of the Dharma Platform stood a tall pole as thick as a bowl at the top, and the Single-horned Red Snake, hooked through the jaw, was dangled high up. Its body was wrapped with many chains tightly bound around the pole, and it was still alive.

The Xuan Turtle's head was placed on a tray covered with red cloth, worshipped at the front of the Dharma Platform, its eyes already closed.

The Red Snake's head was forced to gaze upward into the sky, no longer spitting letters, its eyes looking at the blue sky and white clouds, colder than ever before.

Shi Feiyang had initially wanted to watch the excitement, but upon seeing this scene, he could no longer bear it. He took a deep breath of the air from Xun Land and used the spell for summoning clouds and rain from the Heavenly Book Supplement, shaking the ground in the East, invoking the wind and summoning thunder before casting downward.

Below, the people were happily preparing to drink turtle blood and eat snake meat, listening to the Sect Hierarch's holy teachings, when suddenly a fierce wind, more violent than any typhoon they remembered, blew. It ripped off the roof tiles of the main house and lifted the roofs of the side houses. Beams and rafters flew chaotically, and doors and windows were torn off. Flags and iron pots scattered, and people couldn't maintain their footing, pushing and rolling into a mass.

With sand flying and the sun and moon darkened, the strong wind hadn't yet subsided when a sudden heavy rain fell, like water poured from a ladle. Amid the fierce wind, the rain mixed with fist-sized hail battered the crowd chaotically.

This storm covered the entire Qingtian County. People in the streets and alleys screamed pitifully, dodging and scrambling, desperately seeking shelter.

Shi Feiyang, holding the Yu Ding, released two streams of Five-Colored Radiant Light in the midst of the storm, and rolled downward, first enveloping the Xuan Turtle, including its severed head, pulling them into the cauldron, then went to retrieve the Red Snake. The five-colored light enveloped it along with the tall pole, gently grinding the chains and pole to dust, then pulled it into the cauldron as well.

This was all a matter of moments, and amid the wind, someone shouted loudly from below, "What demon dares to wreak havoc in front of this Sect Hierarch!"

Shi Feiyang was in a hurry to save the Xuan Turtle and did not engage in a fight, stepping through the air and rapidly moving ten paces, already thousands of miles away.

He arrived in a deep mountain, holding the Yu Ding with his left hand, and threw a box of Queen Mother Dragon Saliva Ointment into it.

The Red Snake, having been pulled into the cauldron, didn't know what had happened. It sensed that the space seemed not too small, surrounded by darkness, and faintly felt vertical cliffs all around. The cliff walls were engraved with extremely terrifying runes, making it lose the courage to even glance at them.

Inside the cauldron, the Shen Gui and three Green Flood Dragons were cultivating. Suddenly, a dead, large turtle and a badly wounded Red Snake fell among them, thinking they were food tossed to them, they joyfully pounced over.

The Green Flood Dragons opened their mouths to feed, but Shen Gui stopped them, pointing upwards with its solitary claw, first respectfully saying, "Thank you, master, for providing food."

The three Green Flood Dragons also imitated, using their front claws to worship upward.

After paying their respects, they were ready to feast. Shen Gui chose the Xuan Turtle, leaving the Red Snake for the Green Flood Dragons to share.

Surrounded by the three Green Flood Dragons, the Red Snake felt utterly desperate. Even in his prime, he might not have been able to fight off these three, let alone the more formidable creature there.

At that moment, Shi Feiyang's voice entered, "You fools! They are my disciples, just like you. If you dare to consume them, I'll eat you too."

Hearing Shi Feiyang's voice, although the voice and timbre differed between his dragon body and human form, as spirits and monsters communicate more through comprehension than sound, the Red Snake genuinely felt that it was their old leader, the Black Dragon. He excitedly raised his head, "King! King! Is that you? Have you come to rescue me?"

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