When system cheat becomes rampant!

Calculating the time, it seems almost right.

But that "Wufeng" is at the Ancestral Dao Realm!

Immortal, Inquiring Dao, Ascending Dao, Ancestral Dao!

Ancestral Dao Realm, it's almost equivalent to being invincible!

And Xiang Beifei remembers, over a hundred years ago, Xiang Qingde once tried alone to hold the Eternal Night Demon King from Jiuzhou outside, but didn't manage to kill him; the Eternal Night Demon King was only at the mid-Immortal stage.

"The Ancestral Dao Realm should be able to completely obliterate the Eternal Night Demon King at that time, but why didn't he kill towards the Yellow Spring?"

Or perhaps, over a hundred years ago, actually grandfather was only at the Immortal Realm and unable to do anything to the Eternal Night Demon King?

That would mean he should have suddenly grown stronger after entering the Edge Corner Airspace.

In other words, within the short span of a few decades, he went directly from Immortal to Ancestral Dao Realm?

This sudden realm advancement seems a bit fast!

Xiang Beifei carefully sorted through the timeline, feeling increasingly surprised.

Was there some kind of fortuitous encounter?

He still remembers when he was about to leave Jiuzhou to go to Chou Hou, he unexpectedly encountered his crazed grandfather in the blood altar at Chou Hou.

Why did grandfather initially say — there's no hope?

"It's really a headache."

Xiang Beifei now wants to figure out the matters of Common Valley, but he can't piece anything together.

——

The sky is slightly bright.

Early in the morning, Xiang Beifei stretched lazily, did a simple wash, and went to the window to look at the serene valley outside.

The clear air is very fresh.

His room is at the mountaintop; the scenery here is unique, with a waterfall rushing down, splashing water droplets spreading into a misty fog, mysterious and ethereal.

As the waterfall descends, the water merges into the houses embedded in the mountainside, providing water for the people inside.

One must say, the design on the mountain is very ingenious, almost all usable space is cleverly employed with formation, and there are many crane race people living here, yet it doesn't feel crowded.

There are many little white cranes flying back and forth on the mountain wall; these young cranes are not very advanced, mostly at the Meridian Opening stage, but they get up early to practice diligently.

Crane Shape Fist, White Crane Spreads Wings, Crane Soars to the Sky, Crane Sings in the Wind, Cranes Cry Out, Thousand Mountains and Ten Thousand Cranes, Crane Tripped at Forehead!

Various mystical body techniques are practiced, flickering and leaping, wings shooting, swift and powerful.

The crane race gives him an impression of elegance.

When they practice, their postures are graceful and gentle, but when exerting force, they are even more impressive with extraordinary visual appeal.

Xiang Beifei sat by the window, admiring the demeanor of these young crane race members, when suddenly the door made a sound.

"Come in," Xiang Beifei said.

The door was pushed open, and He Qing walked in.

"Do humans eat breakfast? I don't know what you eat, there are only crane cakes eaten by our young ones."

He Qing carried some snacks, which were greenish dough, exuding a rich aroma, looking quite appetizing.

"Thank you."

Xiang Beifei actually didn't need to eat now, but he didn't refuse the good intentions, politely accepting the crane cake, taking a bite, it tasted quite good.

"Here's spring water, you can drink."

She picked up the overturned wooden bucket on the table and shook it, the waterfall spring outside gathered into a stream in the air, falling into the wooden bucket.

"Thank you."

"No need."

He Qing looked very serene, watching Xiang Beifei eating, seemingly pondering something.

After a while, she said: "I'm going to Divine Feather City today for some business, are you coming?"

"Can I come?"

"Why not?"

"I thought you might worry that I'd bring trouble to your crane race," Xiang Beifei said.

"I usually cultivate in seclusion, rarely going out, but if you want to see the world, this might be your only chance for the next fifty years." He Qing said.

"Tsk tsk," Xiang Beifei couldn't help but shake his head.

"What's wrong?" He Qing asked.

"No, I just feel — you all seem to spend a huge amount of time in seclusion, it's really remarkable."

"Don't you cultivate?"

"I do, but not as diligently as you all, casually for decades."

He Qing was somewhat surprised: "Then how has your cultivation advanced so quickly?"

"Don't know, my cultivation process might be like this—"

Xiang Beifei drank all the water in the wooden bucket and then put the empty bucket back on the table.

"As easy as drinking water," Xiang Beifei said with a smile.

That was indeed the truth.

He always cultivated naturally; whenever he felt ready, he could break through.

He Qing: "..."

Such an insufferable guy.

He Qing pursed her lips but didn't say much, because he was just a kid, and she wouldn't stoop to a child's level.

She was still immersed in the idea of someone being in their twenties.

An Immortal Realm cultivator at twenty-three!

It was simply unimaginable.

He Qing's eyes sparkled with a peculiar light as she took another look at Xiang Beifei.

"Alright, I've finished eating. We can set out now."

Xiang Beifei placed the remaining two crane cakes by his pocket, knowing that Young Youmeng was also craving them.

Two little hands slowly reached out from the pocket and quickly grabbed the crane cakes, retracting with a "whoosh."

"What was that?" He Qing asked.

"A little friend, from the Youmeng Race," Xiang Beifei said.

"Youmeng Race? That tree-like race?"

"Yes, in the Wilderness, the Youmeng Race was wiped out by another race, and I happened to save him," Xiang Beifei said.

Remembering something, he asked, "By the way, do you know this race?"

"There are many races in your Wilderness, and they all exist here," He Qing stated.

"You You You?"

Young Youmeng poked his little head out from the pocket, looking curiously at He Qing, while stuffing a little crane cake into his mouth, his cheeks puffed up.

"I don't know where exactly, and I'm not very familiar with this race, but I just know they're very mysterious. In reality, the locations of many races are hidden because with limited space available, not protecting your territory can lead to disastrous consequences."

He Qing's voice softened, understanding Young Youmeng's language. She also saw that Young Youmeng was very young, akin to a little baby.

Perhaps just like this human child.

"Oh."

Young Youmeng mumbled indistinctly.

Having followed Xiang Beifei for so long, Young Youmeng had also learned some simple human words.

"If you want to find out, you can inquire in the public cities, hire brokers; they'll be responsible for contacting the people for you."

He Qing paused, then explained: "A broker is a middleman. Everyone keeps their territories hidden, but if there's an emergency and you can't find anyone, it's troublesome. So, specified brokers handle this, and they have a rigorous process that will help you find the relevant race's contact."

"Do you want to find your kind, Young Youmeng?" Xiang Beifei asked.

Young Youmeng ate the crane cake, blinked his clear little eyes, and clutched Xiang Beifei's clothes, then shook his head.

To Young Youmeng, staying with Xiang Beifei felt safer, since he was unfamiliar with his own kind here. Although occasionally teased by Erha, everyone was protecting Young Youmeng, who now considered Xiang Beifei's pocket as home.

Xiang Beifei couldn't help but smile softly.

"He seems to trust you a lot," He Qing said.

"We get along well."

Xiang Beifei shrugged his shoulders.

— Indeed a child's nature, out to have fun.

He Qing looked at Xiang Beifei one more time, then said after a moment, "Let's go!"

They left the room and flew towards the mountain top. He Yunfang was there, waving with a smile as he saw Xiang Beifei.

"Young Master Xiang, remember not to get lost or expose your identity. If you don't understand anything, ask Xiao Qing; she'll take good care of you," He Yunfang instructed.

"Understood," Xiang Beifei nodded courteously.

"Go ahead! I need to heal my injuries, so I won't accompany you."

He Yunfang had sustained significant injuries in his clash with Ying Changhong yesterday.

He Qing waved her hand, and a white light flashed as a cluster of breath soil formed under her feet. Xiang Beifei stepped onto it, and the two of them headed straight into the void.

He Qing's flying speed was swift, quickly leaving Crane Dao Courtyard out of sight.

In the void, there was nothing but emptiness.

"My father asked me to take care of you, so I have only two requests."

"Hmm?"

"First, when we arrive at Divine Feather City, don't talk to strangers. I'll speak for you. Keep this crane feather with you, and others will think you're one of the crane race."

He Qing handed a white crane feather to Xiang Beifei.

"Second, don't wander off. If you have questions, you can ask, but don't run off on your own. I'm not very good at taking care of kids."

As she said this, she looked extremely serious, as if she considered Xiang Beifei a troublemaking, naive child.