Offering Salted Fish To Master

As he walked, he flicked his fingers, and a strong cold air poured into the pool. He was about to soak in it. Liao Tingyan looked at his hand and moved quietly. A spirit energy wrapped around his wound.

Sima Jiao paused, raised his hand and glanced. Liao Tingyan used a leaf called Baiyicao to wrap his wounds before, and she used the spiritual power to cover it so his wounds didn’t get wet. He still didn’t respond much, and got immersed in the water.

Liao Tingyan waited for a while, but when she saw no other reaction from him, she jumped up and slipped out of the palace.

So free!

She threw herself excitedly on the side of the railing, and looked at the height below. She was eager to try. 

Why not try flying? No, no, it was too high, so she decided to try from a shorter height. 

She went to the side steps to test flight, which was easier than she thought.

This body was lighter than ever before, and she didn’t feel afraid of flying. As an ordinary person, she was happy.

Leaping forward gently, she floated in the air and turned to look at the palace on Baili Mountain. The gorgeous palace built on the mountain lit up with countless glazed lamps, the flowers and trees swayed, and the setting sun looked like a wonderful sight. It was a dreamland.

“How can I fly!” Liao Tingyan’s eyes lit up, and she flew towards the highest point of the palace, stood on the top of the tallest glazed tower, and looked down at the mountains beyond Baili Mountain.

In the distance, there was a city where families lived in Gengchen Xianfu. The bright lights were similar to the night in the world where she lived, but the various mounts and beasts flying past the sky and the shooting star-like disciples on the sword made this world extraordinarily fantastic.

She sat there alone and looked at the horizon. With her high cultivation base, she could see far away. There were many beasts and birds flying in the sky in other places. She also saw the sky boats decorated with countless colored silk flowers, flying carts and horses with strange lanterns.

The strangest thing was a three-story small attic with a garden. It was supported by countless white geese. When flying in the air, the small attic was surrounded by colorful birds. There seemed to be some people in the attic singing and dancing.

What kind of sky flying pavilion was this. They were enjoying themselves too much. She envied them, and wanted to go up and see.

She only discovered that the sky was quite lively. She hadn’t found it before because she hadn’t been able to see that far because of her low cultivation, and also because the sky at Baili Mountain was very quiet since no one dared to fly over there.

Now, she was the only one who dared to fly around there like a tiger in his territory.

She looked at the height of the drop below, ran two steps forward and jumped down. With the whistling wind in her ears, she was stirred up by the surging flow of clouds, Liao Tingyan stepped on the illusory white smoke and flew to the waterfall below. She passed by the waterfall, stretched her arms across the currents, and picked a flower on the cliff of the waterfall.

She could fly in the sky, step on the top of the trees, ride on the fast-running white deer in the mountains, and catch the cranes flying in the sky, making them scream.

How joyful was it to be an immortal!

Enough fun. She had to go for a meal. Although this cultivation base didn’t make her feel hungry anymore, it was okay to eat something delicious. So she still had to eat dinner.

As usual, the puppets sent her many delicacies, and…a flower note the same as the previous night.

The smile on Liao Tingyan’s face disappeared in an instant. 

You again!

She suspected that the pain of her period the previous night was related to the owner of this flower paper. With a heavy heart, she opened the flower note, and it said [Zi Shi, under Baili Mountain, next to the blue flowers. If not, your identity will be exposed, and you won’t survive for three days.]

(Zi Shi: 23:00- 1:00 am)

What strange identity did she have? Wasn’t she just an ordinary person? Why was there still an identity story setting in this plane? Generally speaking, this kind of situation was mostly caused by a villain. Now she was considering whether the person who sent this flower note was the villain or was she herself the villain?

While she was thinking about it, a hand stretched out behind her and took the flower note in her hand.

It was Sima Jiao. He was holding the flower paper. He scattered it into petals in his hand, and stepped on it. It then evaporated out of thin air, leaving no debris.

Liao Tingyan looked at his face, feeling inexplicably guilty. Although she didn’t know what she was guilty of.

“You have to go to the appointment,” Sima Jiao said.