Chapter 90: Transmission

Phoenix feather?

This confirmed Zhang Jian's suspicion; he gazed at the feather, and his keen spiritual sense indeed felt a distant, holy aura from it.

Bai Xianyin was somewhat reluctant to let go, playing with the phoenix feather in her hand; she clearly loved this extraordinarily precious phoenix feather, yet she still handed it to Zhang Jian.

"Young master, this feather also contains a trace of pure phoenix true fire; you must be careful, absolutely do not provoke it with magic power—this is also the last lifeline of the Phoenix Spirit Ghost King!"

Zhang Jian took the seven-colored feather, his fingers lightly stroking it; deep in his eyes, he felt a strong spiritual pressure.

This pressure seemed to come from deep within the soul, a primal might inherent to ancient beings, as if rooted in his heart.

It was like a mouse facing a cat.

Such divine beast power is inconceivable.

Zhang Jian's mind conjured the five-colored divine light of the phoenix; he had some thoughts, but remembering Bai Xianyin's warning, he decided not to court death.

He carefully stored the phoenix feather away.

Having smoothly obtained the phoenix feather, Zhang Jian's heart eased a little.

Meanwhile, deep within the Phoenix Nest, a sudden, clear and terrifying phoenix cry rang out.

The sharp phoenix cry violently shook the heavens.

It seemed to sense the change in the dual phoenix, yin-yang pattern within Phoenix Nest Mountain, as boundless resentment erupted from the firmament.

Seeing this, Bai Xianyin's eyes lit up, and she kept saying.

"Young master, the injuries that Phoenix Spirit bears are heavier than imagined; she seems strong outside but weak within—our chance has come!"

"Can that also be seen?"

Zhang Jian's gaze showed surprise.

Bai Xianyin chuckled and then imparted her experience: "Young gentleman, your combat experience is likely still limited; being wounded like a deity is entirely different from ordinary cultivation. See how she hastily absorbs the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, and how the frequency and rhythm of divine fluctuations differ from before—of course, this is because she has not yet mastered divine arts."

Listening to the little girl's explanation, Zhang Jian's eyes flickered slightly.

This little girl is indeed a qualified guide and a good teacher.

In this regard, he is indeed a complete novice.

Many things truly cannot be learned from books; they must be comprehended through practice.

Listening to Bai Xianyin's chatter, Zhang Jian pricked up his ears, intending to remember.

These are rare experiences; even some master-disciple pairs might not have the patience to explain them so thoroughly.

To some extent, Zhang Jian has developed a faint fondness for the unseen future master, at least they truly care for their disciple.

Otherwise, they would not have sent Bai Xianyin to guide him.

Just then, Zhang Jian's steps halted, and his gaze swept the surroundings.

"Young master, what's wrong?"

Noticing Zhang Jian's abnormality, the little girl also stopped her incessant chatter.

Zhang Jian looked around with both eyes; he saw no omens, but his keen spiritual sense faintly detected a feeling of being watched.

"Someone is watching us, but I can't locate them."

Zhang Jian secretly sent a sound transmission to Bai Xianyin.

Bai Xianyin blinked in surprise, looking at Zhang Jian; though she too was born with a strong soul, she felt nothing unusual, yet she laughed.

"Young master, this is simple; leave it to Yin'er!"

She took out a talisman and first handed it to Zhang Jian.

"Young master, first activate this Purifying Heart Talisman; I'll capture the watcher!"

As her words fell, she extended her wrist, only to see a small wind chime hanging from it, swaying slightly; a clear chime rang out, drifting through the mountains.

The chime entered Zhang Jian's ears, instantly changing his expression; at first it sounded clear, then it felt like being struck by a terrifying demonic rhythm, carrying an irritating, blood-rolling strange power.

Fortunately, he had just activated the Purifying Heart Talisman in his hand, barely managing to block this sonic assault.

"What a powerful chime!"

Zhang Jian's heart trembled; seeing him like this, Bai Xianyin couldn't help but giggle.

"Young master, this Worry Bell on my left hand is fun; as soon as it rings, anyone's blood will be stirred, making it hard to stay calm and awake."

"Besides, the master still has a Soul-Capturing Bell; compared to that, my little bell is just a toy!"

At that moment, amid the mountains, as the chime's sound spread in waves, a faint cry came from the treetops several zhang away.

"Don't shake it, Bai Yang, don't listen, don't listen..."

Only then, on the treetop, a white bird slowly emerged from the depths, revealing its true form.

It looked somewhat panicked.

Upon revealing its true form, it flapped its wings, about to take flight, but was caught deep in the palm of a hand as white as jade.

"So it was you spying! Why, you nasty bird, are you peeking at my aunt Xianyin?!"

Bai Xianyin then seized the white, round, plump bird in one hand, scanning it up and down; this white creature resembled a hen, and she looked astonished.

"You little monster are quite remarkable—though your cultivation is low, you have such superb concealment abilities."

She held the jade-white bird, turning it a few times; amid its frightened expression, she infused it with a burst of magic power, then laughed.

"Ah, I see—you are a sprite formed from the mountain's yin-wood essence, naturally gifted at hiding your presence; no wonder you're hard to detect."

"But spying on others' privacy is wrong, especially spying on my aunt and young master—that's even more wrong!"

"Supreme being, spare my life—I didn't mean to spy; I was just passing by!"

The white bird, lacking spirit, immediately became pitiful upon capture and began begging for mercy.

In fact, it truly had no ability to escape the little girl's palm.

Its cultivation is low, perhaps only two or three hundred years.

"Are you the white bird beside the Phoenix Spirit Ghost King?"

Zhang Jian glanced, but his eyes flickered slightly; he remembered that when the Phoenix Spirit Ghost King had attacked that night, a white bird had been circling beside it.

"I'm not!"

This plump bird had a dead‑duck stare and a hard beak, completely refusing to admit anything.

Zhang Jian saw this and couldn't help chuckling; Bai Xianyin saw it and immediately became delighted, volunteering.

"Young master, leave the interrogation to me; I will make this little fellow spill everything he knows!"

Zhang Jian nodded at once.

Zhang Jian merely stayed in the mountains for a while, then saw Bai Xianyin triumphantly leading out that white bird; he didn't know what method she had used, causing the bird to show a look of having nothing left to live for.

Bai Xianyin giggled and said, "Young master, we've found the Phoenix Spirit Ghost King's location; our guess was correct—it is currently nursing its wounds, which is exactly our chance!"

Hearing this, Zhang Jian nodded and said, "Then let us speed up!"

……

Meanwhile, in Fengyang Commandery...

Daoist Yuhe, wearing a purple robe, brought many disciples of the Cavern Spirit Observatory to welcome at the gate; in a moment, however, a blue-green streak of light like a rainbow appeared in the distance and instantly arrived before the Majestic Tower Observatory.

As that blue-green light approached, Daoist Yuhe's eyes brightened; he immediately led the disciples in a loud shout.

"Disciple Yuhe of the third generation of the Cavern Spirit Observatory pays respects to Ancestor Dongming, welcoming the ancestor's divine carriage!"

"Welcome the Grandmaster Uncle Dongming's divine carriage descending!"

Within the blue-green light, in an instant a tall, stern‑looking young Daoist stepped out; his gaze swept over the crowd, landing on Daoist Yuhe, his eyes flickering as he gave a slight nod.

"Everyone, rise!"