"Sword Control Technique!"

Wang Mu formed a sword seal with his fingers, and an Azure Flying Sword shot into the sky.

This Chiyun Flying Sword was the second one he had forged. After reinforcement, it had reached good quality.

As for that top-grade Chiyun Flying Sword, to preserve its durability, it was best not to use it unless absolutely necessary.

This particular sword was a bit slower, but with his Fulfilled Sword Control Technique and his Mingxin Sword Refining Skill nearing the Sixth Realm, he could operate the flying sword at one hundred and twenty percent of its normal efficiency!

For daily use, it was absolutely sufficient!

"Rise!"

With a light tap of his toes, Wang Mu leaped into the air and landed steadily on the Chiyun Flying Sword.

A senior brother from the sect had once told him that while Sword Flight could be as slow as a snail, the takeoff absolutely had to be stylish. It definitely had to be graceful.

Flying among the clouds and looking at the Sword Crane flapping its wings beside him, Wang Mu felt a pang of nostalgia. "I won't be able to ride you anymore," he murmured.

With the Sword Control Technique, he could truly soar with the wind, a feeling of utter freedom and comfort.

Upon arriving at the Mystic Water Sect and reporting to the gatekeeper senior brother, he was permitted to leave the Sword Sect's internal area and fly out toward Gu Yun Mountain.

The vista before him opened up as the flying sword wove continuously through the clouds and mist. In what felt like no time at all, Anle Village came into view.

As he approached Anle Village, Wang Mu descended, looking down at the scene below.

It was probably the time of harvest. Just then—

"ROAR—"

A tiger's roar, somewhat familiar to Wang Mu, echoed. Focusing his gaze, he saw it was indeed the White Crystal Tiger King.

However, it was currently in the fields outside Anle Village, carrying a basket of crops on its back.

Its claws, like sickles, deftly harvested bunches of rice stalks in the fields.

Wang Mu was speechless.

Good heavens, after more than half a year, this White Crystal Tiger King has turned into a domestic animal!

And judging by its joyful demeanor, it clearly never tired of the work.

The Tiger King bounded through the fields, its body stained dark with mud. Its once snow-white fur was caked in mire, and with each powerful sweep of its tail, it harvested swathes of rice.

It looked less like a fearsome Tiger King and more like a large cat frolicking in the fields.

Landing at the village entrance, he felt a sense of déjà vu, as if it were three and a half years ago when he had just arrived after crossing over.

"Yo, you're back, young man?"

At the village entrance, the village chief was lying on a large stone, chewing on a blade of wild grass, his straw hat covering his face as he seemingly rested.

Although he didn't stand up, he somehow seemed to know Wang Mu had arrived.

"Hey, I'm back to see how things are." Wang Mu walked over with a smile. "How has the village been these past six months?"

"How else could it be? Same as always," the village chief said, lifting his straw hat and yawning. "But it's you I'm talking about, young man. After you left, quite a few people came asking about you. You rarely left the village before; I wonder what sort of attention you've attracted."

"Someone was asking about me?" Wang Mu's interest was piqued.

The village chief nodded, hopped down from the stone, and began speaking as he led Wang Mu into the village.

"Right after you left, a woman came asking about you. A few months ago, a man asked if you had returned to the village. Old Yu mentioned that a Little Jiao Huo came looking for you the month before last... Have you even gotten tangled up with water spirits? How's your cultivation going?"

Wang Mu was silent.

Returning to the village, Wang Mu distributed the Primordial Qi Pills he had refined to the villagers and also bought some simple talismans that they could use.

"Not bad, quite thoughtful of you," the village chief chuckled. "Since you're back, I have something to tell you."

"About a month ago, an outsider came and delivered a letter, saying it was for you."

"He didn't state his origin, only said this letter was for you. We were going to wait for a disciple from the Immortal Sect to come on patrol and have them take this letter to your fellow sect members for you. But since you're here now, it's perfect."

"A letter for me?" Wang Mu was skeptical.

The village chief promptly produced a faintly fragrant letter.

Wang Mu opened it, and his expression changed instantly.

The letter read:

"If you want your senior brother returned, come alone to the Blissful Shuiyun Stream. If anyone else from your Sword Sect accompanies you, then beware—your senior brother's life will be forfeit. The Fengyue Sect."

Wang Mu's expression froze.

So, Senior Brother Su Yu really was abducted by a demoness from the Fengyue Sect…

And they don't just want Senior Brother Su Yu; they're trying to lure me out too?

These demonesses from the Fengyue Sect are really something, always targeting our Heavenly Sword Peak.

No wonder so many from our peak get abducted.

That Mu Lanxue, really, what was she thinking? Wang Mu thought.

Blissful Shuiyun Stream was a secluded water pool about five thousand miles away from Gu Yun Mountain. It was rumored to house many ferocious exotic beasts, and even senior brothers in the Foundation Establishment Stage dared not enter rashly.

However, it wasn't necessarily as dangerous as it sounded.

With the Sword Control Technique, if he couldn't win a fight, he could always flee.

Considering the situation, he had to go and investigate. Otherwise, if Senior Brother Su Yu's life was truly forfeit, it would be too tragic.

"Planning to rest for a few days?" the village chief asked.

"I'll leave tomorrow. I just came back to see how things are today. My cultivation isn't yet complete; I'm just out traveling to broaden my horizons."

"Traveling is good," the village chief said, stroking his long beard. "Then tonight, I'll ask Aunt Hong to make some food for you—oh, right, you're a cultivator now. Do you still need to eat mortal food?"

"Of course," Wang Mu nodded.

He was so tired of the Hundred Food Pills he ate every day at the Sword Sect; the thought alone was nauseating.

His senior brothers and sisters from Alcohol Sword Peak were all a bunch of alcoholics; very few were skilled in ordinary cooking.

There had been a few in the past, but they were all gone now.

Later, Wang Mu headed to the fishing spot at Yunlai Creek.

Even before he drew close, he heard voices in conversation.

"Grandpa, when is Wang Mu coming back?"

"Go on, go on, don't disturb my fishing! Mu Guy is focused on his cultivation. For cultivators, time passes differently; years can seem like a flash. How could he be back so soon? Why are you always asking about him? Don't tell me you've taken a liking to him?"

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