He rode non-stop all the way back to the Sect.

He saw a Sound Transmission Talisman hanging outside the Restriction, in front of his Immortal Cave in the courtyard.

He reached out, took it down, and explored it with his Divine Sense.

It turned out to be a message from a steward Disciple regarding precautions for traveling down the mountain.

After successfully achieving a Breakthrough earlier, Song Yan had reported to the Sect that he would be going on a journey down the mountain soon.

As per custom, the Sect would provide some important matters for the Disciples to note.

Once Disciples in the Sect had sufficient strength, if there were no special circumstances, there was no specific time limit for traveling outside.

However, for a Disciple like Song Yan, who also needed to participate in the Dragon Pool Mountain Summit, he naturally had to return to the Sect for assembly or travel directly to Dragon Pool Mountain to attend before the designated time.

In addition, the Sect would also assign special patrol missions for some higher-Cultivation Disciples to complete during their travels.

Song Yan carefully read the information in the Sound Transmission Talisman, confirming he hadn’t missed anything, before putting it away and returning to his Immortal Cave.

He didn’t rush to meditate and Cultivate, or to perform Alchemy.

Song Yan began to look around the interior of his Immortal Cave, seemingly searching for suitable locations.

With a flick of his sword finger, three Flying Swords flew out simultaneously.

Lianli floated above the warm jade pool, Jilin Jun floated in front of the Artifact Refining Room and Alchemy Room, and Unmoored Boat floated at the entrance of the Immortal Cave.

A flash of sword light from his fingertip, and the three Flying Swords descended in unison, embedding themselves an inch into the ground.

Immediately, six white sword shadows flew out from the sword scabbard, swiftly circulating within the Immortal Cave’s space.

Song Yan pointed a finger, and all the sword shadows gradually began to operate according to a specific pattern and trajectory.

Three of the sword shadows spread out slightly and, driven by the sword art, slowly rotated.

The rotation speed became faster and faster, eventually becoming so fast that only white afterimages remained.

The other three slowly contracted inward, and at a certain moment, they suddenly dropped.

At this very instant, on Wipe Sword Peak, countless Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi surged from all directions.

In an instant, this small area enclosed by the three Flying Swords and the three sword shadows on the ground was covered by dense Spiritual Qi.

Song Yan sat down cross-legged and began to operate his Qi Condensation Cultivation Technique.

After one cycle of testing, his face lit up with joy.

"The effect of this Spirit Gathering Sword Array is actually much better than that of an ordinary mid-grade Spirit Gathering Formation..."

This was the second sword array Song Yan had learned from the Spirit Transformation Chapter, besides Ring Moon.

The Spirit Gathering Sword Array.

Its nature and purpose were similar to the Spirit Gathering Formation among ordinary Formations.

It was primarily used to gather Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a certain range.

It was just that the effect was truly unexpected.

The most crucial point was that ordinary Formations would deplete the durability of the Formation Plate and Formation Pearls, and after prolonged use, they would be difficult to repair and could only be re-refined.

While the Minor Spirit Gathering Sword Array also caused some wear and tear to the Flying Swords, this wear and tear was completely negligible because they could be nurtured in the sword scabbard and the liangyi pearl.

The only drawback was that its duration was shorter compared to ordinary Formations.

Whether on the ground or spinning in the air, the six sword shadows began to slowly dissipate from the hilt the moment the Formation was formed.

Once the six sword shadows completely dissipated, the Formation would become ineffective.

It was just that this dissipation speed was very, very slow.

"One Formation of the sword array can last for about a day and a half."

It doesn’t matter, if the sword shadows dissipate, he can just re-condense them.

It’s a bit troublesome, but it has the advantage of almost no cost. 𝑓𝓇𝘦ℯ𝘸𝘦𝑏𝓃𝑜𝘷ℯ𝑙.𝑐𝑜𝓂

The main reason was that the number of Flying Swords was insufficient; otherwise, if all six sword shadows were replaced by Flying Swords, nine Flying Swords could be used to cast the Spirit Absorption Sword Array.

By then, as long as the Flying Swords were not destroyed, they could exist continuously.

This way, who knows how many Spirit Stones could be saved.

With peace of mind, Song Yan simply entered a state of Cultivation, feeling the effects brought by this Spirit Gathering Sword Array... Chu Kingdom, Yan’ou.

A figure in a gray-white robe sat on the edge of a cliff, the mountain wind blowing.

The person appeared middle-aged, looking listless.

On his left and right, two small paper figures sat respectively.

Footsteps came from behind, and the two small paper figures quickly stood up, bowing respectfully to the newcomer.

"Ah..."

The white-robed Daoist’s voice was hoarse, a half-smile on his face.

"Long time no see... Elder Yang."

Yang Wenxuan walked from behind, scoffing, "I wonder who it is, a Demonic Path rat, daring to step into the heartland of the Chu Kingdom?"

"Heh..."

The white-robed Daoist chuckled, "Years have passed, and you still love to put on airs so much, it’s truly interesting."

Yang Wenxuan frowned, "If I’m not mistaken, this is my last appointment."

"After today, I hope we have no further connection."

"Speak."

The white-robed Daoist raised an eyebrow, "Ah, how heartless and ungrateful..."

"If I hadn’t assisted you back then, how could there be such a prominent Elder Yang today?"

His tone was somewhat weary, without movement, not even turning around.

He saw two small paper figures push out a scroll from who knows where, unrolling it in front of Yang Wenxuan.

Then, taking out brushes and ink, the two small paper figures together painted on the blank scroll.

Finally, they drew the image of a young man.

"I’m looking for a very interesting little fellow; he should be a Disciple of your Sect."

The white-robed Daoist slightly turned his head, and the small paper figures also looked up at Yang Wenxuan.

"His name seems to be... Song Yan. Do you know him?"

Yang Wenxuan looked at Song Yan in the painting, feeling somewhat perplexed.

However, being targeted by the other party, he figured it couldn’t be anything good.

His eyes flickered, seemingly deep in thought.

"Hmm... I know him."

"He and your Sect Master, should have no relation, right?"

Yang Wenxuan shook his head, "No. Why? Are you going to kill him?"

The white-robed Daoist said, "He killed a few of my Disciples and grand-Disciples, but I’m not looking for him because of that."

"I just find him very interesting; his Divine Sense is extraordinary. If he were refined into an ’Immortal Pill,’ it might help me achieve the Great Dao."

"Before, I was busy working for those old fellows in the Demon Ruins and couldn’t spare the time."

"Now that I finally have time, I came to chat with you."

The white-robed Cultivator finally stood up, stretched, and the sound of bones and meridians cracking could be heard.

"But there’s no hurry now; he’s still too young."

A hint of peculiarity flashed in Yang Wenxuan’s eyes, "If you’re not in a hurry to act, you can wait two years."

"This young man’s strength is indeed good; with him, our Sect can benefit more from the Dragon Pool Mountain Summit."

"Let him make more contributions to the Sect before he dies."

"Moreover, the Dragon Pool Mountain Summit is a mixed bag of people; if your subordinates want to act, it would be most suitable."

"You really make the most of everything."

The white-robed Daoist casually picked up the scroll and admired it in his hand.

"However, I’m afraid he might not make it two years."

"Many people in the Demon Ruins are also looking for him..."

Yang Wenxuan’s eyes narrowed, "Demon Ruins? Is it because of Changping’s matter?"

The white-robed Daoist raised an eyebrow, "I have no obligation to answer your question."

Then he chuckled, waving the scroll in his hand, "It’s been a long time since I’ve chatted with someone who acts human; it’s truly delightful."

"Our meeting ends here today."

"Farewell, Elder Yang."