"I'm still a little worried."
That Martial Ancestor had cultivated to the level of Martial Ancestor, so of course he had a lot of thoughts.
"I'm going to go back and take a look. No matter which sect sent it to monitor us, I will only feel at ease if I kill it!"
"That's really troublesome. Never mind. We'll go with you."
The group of people were all Martial Ancestors with powerful cultivation and extremely fast speed, and soon they returned to the entrance of the ladder.
"That butterfly is very small, and it's not a spiritual animal. It flies very slowly, so it probably can't fly very far. Everyone, split up and look for it... It's a pure white butterfly. Once you find it, no matter what, kill it immediately!"
I had clearly just glanced at it before and didn't take it seriously at the time.
But on the way, he couldn't forget that stunning glimpse, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.
so…
Only by killing the butterfly can he feel at ease.
After all, their cultivation has reached the level of their Martial Ancestor, and they have a premonition of good and bad luck.
Many Martial Ancestors also thought it was very strange that a butterfly appeared here. Although they were not happy about it, they all came back after all, and dispersed to look around.
After a while.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
More than a dozen Martial Ancestors flew back from different directions and reunited at the entrance of the Heavenly Ladder.
"Are you seeing things? How can there be such a weak and small butterfly?"
"I didn't even see many spiritual or ferocious beasts along the way..."
"Yeah, at most you can see a few spirit birds flying in the sky..."
"Spiritual bird?"
"Spiritual birds live on spiritual energy. The spiritual energy here is rich, so it's not surprising to see spiritual birds."
"Yeah, I saw two or three just now."
"Oh, I think you are dazzled by the light just now. Where did the butterflies come from? Let's go, let's go back and report. Let's see how the Valley Master will deal with us..."
Many Martial Ancestors expressed their desire to go back, and that Martial Ancestor had no choice but to do the same.
The Martial Ancestor of the crowd left in a hurry just like when he came...
Not far away, a wounded spirit bird was flying slowly...
Her flying speed was extremely slow, even a little crooked, as if she was about to fall from the void in the next moment...
But even so, she still kept flying.
She flew out of the forest and to the side of the road, but finally couldn't hold on any longer...
Plop!
A cute little bird with a pair of green wings fell from the sky and landed on the side of the road.
The spirit bird opened its eyes slightly, trying hard to open its pupils.
However…
Before it opened, it slowly closed.
at the same time.
There was a group of people on the side of the road, coming out from another part of the forest.
Leading the group was a young and handsome boy.
The young man carefully held a spiritual herb in his hand, and a group of guards followed behind him.
"Brother Zhong, do you think this magical herb can really help Grandpa?"
"Young Master, the poison has penetrated deep into the master's bones. It may be difficult to cure him. However, this cloud light grass is the nemesis of all poisons. Even if it can't cure the master, it can make him feel much better."
"That's good... Hey, it would be great if I could get to know an eighth-rank alchemist..." the young man said, with a hint of sadness between his brows.
A group of people walked slowly forward...
suddenly…
"Hmm? Brother Zhong."
The boy saw a beautiful green bird lying in the middle of the road ahead: "Is that a spirit bird? Aren't spirit birds usually very smart and fast? How come this one died on the side of the road?"
The man called Brother Zhong by the boy glanced at the spirit bird and said, "Master, the spirit bird is still alive, but it seems to be seriously injured. Its breath is intermittent. I'm afraid it's not far from death."
(End of this chapter)