Chapter 1445: Chapter 1433: Is there such a warm welco? Cursed the young master to die early? _1 Chapter 1445: Chapter 1433: Is there such a warm welco? Cursed the young master to die early? _1 “The wind has stopped, and the sun has co out. This ordeal is finally over.”
Wang Zehao and Zhu Ziwen approached with their Sword Control, looking at Qing Yuan with awe.
Yu Ming’s emotions were complicated. The superiority of being a Golden Core Stage expert vanished the mont the flute sound began.
Qing Yuan remained calm and gave orders, “Everyone take turns resting on the back of the eagle and continue on our journey. We must reach the island before nightfall.”
“Alright.”
No one objected, even Yu Ming. They all agreed in unison.
“Chirp.”
The Black-Scaled Eagle let out a long cry, carrying Pei Qingyu and circling above everyone’s heads.
“Let’s go, brothers.”
Shitou jumped off the eagle’s back, rode his sword at high speed, and took the lead.
Having gone through trials, the team mbers trusted each other more and automatically ford a formation, flying toward their predetermined destination with Sword Control.
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Sunset illuminated the horizon with a splendid glow.
After a whole day of continuous flight, Ant Island finally appeared in their line of sight.
It was an island nearly half the size of Zhisu Island, with higher elevations, lush vegetation, and natural caves suitable for temporary rest for cultivators who ca to explore.
As they landed along the shoreline, curious gazes imdiately gathered from all directions.
“Hahaha.”
Yu Ming laughed loudly in response to the various complicated and indiscernible looks, “Those who dare to explore Ant Island and hunt sea beasts are fearless and not afraid of death. They’re secretly guessing how long we’ll survive on the island.”
“Co on.”
Shitou plucked a green grass from the ground, put it in his mouth, and complained indignantly, “Is this their idea of a welco? Are they cursing to die early?”
“Stay on the island long enough, and you’ll have the sa thoughts when you see newcors.”
Yu Ming, unfazed, laughed, “I bet in less than a month, you’ll be like them, sizing up newcors and speculating how long they’ll survive.”
“Boring.”
Feng Yi didn’t believe it, pushed him away, and looked around at the surroundings.
“Yin’er, scout the environnt on the island and pick a suitable cave for us to stay in.”
Upon Qing Yuan’s command, Little Kingfisher chirped and flew away like a streak of light.
“I’ll take that bet.”
Interest piqued, Shitou patted Yu Ming’s shoulder, and the two exchanged knowing looks.
“Yin’er went to find a cave. Let’s chop so branches and make vegetable soup and fried pancakes tonight.”
Wang ng patted his two junior brothers’ shoulders and walked towards the forest.
“Fried pancakes?!”
Feng Yi and Shitou’s eyes lit up simultaneously, and they followed his footsteps.
“Brother ng is so nice!”
Lin Ruize’s eyes twinkled, and he howled, “I’ve been craving pancakes for so long.”
“Call uncle!”
Wang ng’s handso face darkened, and he knocked Lin Ruize’s forehead with the back of his hand.
“Hehe.”
Lin Ruize was willing to go all out for the sake of pancakes, and he flattered to the extre, “Calling you uncle would an you’re old. Brother ng is handso, suave, powerful, and always young in my heart.”
“Flatterer!”
Wang ng, pleased, raised his large palm and lightly slapped Lin Ruize’s head again.
“Hehe, we’re in for a treat tonight.”
Pei Qingyu, rubbing his hungry, deflated belly, followed suit and flattered, “Brother ng’s fried pancakes are so fragrant, leaving an unforgettable aftertaste.”
Feng Yi sincerely sighed, “I’m tired of seafood and just want so vegetable soup.”
“Exactly.”
Lin Ruize chid in quickly, “Just thinking of the multi-eyed monster makes want to vomit, I don’t want to eat crab ever again.”
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